Not yet. Plannin' on spending the night down there, actually, so... figured I'd just hang out before that.
[ hewwo. he has since changed out of the harley memorial shirt, now wearing his classic maroon suit instead. he takes a seat next to her without ordering anything, instead taking a look at her arm. ]
[she's probably wearing sweatpants but in that infuriating hot girl way where she still looks really good in clothes that aren't meant to be flattering.]
... Not alone, right? [the shoot comment makes her make a face, but she stops scratching.]
Nah. Charles always stays there on Saturdays, apparently, and sometimes some of the senior crew show up. [ ... ] Why have you been scratching there, actually?
... When we were split up on our mission, I woke up surrounded by apothecaries. I had an arm like Gregor's. And when I ripped it off of me, it grew right back.
[ as usual, he comes very close to reaching out and patting her shoulder reassuringly before he catches himself; the motion is just too engrained in him. with a soft "damn it," he balls his hand into a fist and pulls it away again. ]
[ well, with that being said, he slings his arm around her as usual. but then, he raises an eyebrow when he smells the wine on her now that he's closer... ]
Hey, I thought I was supposed to treat you to a round. Kinda hurt you started without me.
You were going to shout that I have a hickey in front of everybody during a murder investigation? [she does her best not to be pink while saying this and fails]
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she's itching at her arm hard enough to make it turn red. a beat, as she sees him, and then:]
... Did you go talk to him yet?
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[ hewwo. he has since changed out of the harley memorial shirt, now wearing his classic maroon suit instead. he takes a seat next to her without ordering anything, instead taking a look at her arm. ]
Don't make me shoot you.
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... Not alone, right? [the shoot comment makes her make a face, but she stops scratching.]
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Nah. Charles always stays there on Saturdays, apparently, and sometimes some of the senior crew show up. [ ... ] Why have you been scratching there, actually?
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as for the rest:]
... When we were split up on our mission, I woke up surrounded by apothecaries. I had an arm like Gregor's. And when I ripped it off of me, it grew right back.
[she takes a big swig of wine.]
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[ as usual, he comes very close to reaching out and patting her shoulder reassuringly before he catches himself; the motion is just too engrained in him. with a soft "damn it," he balls his hand into a fist and pulls it away again. ]
God, I can't wait for this rust shit to go away.
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It doesn't go through fabric. You can touch if you want.
[she is a little tipsy so she just super doesn't care.]
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Hey, I thought I was supposed to treat you to a round. Kinda hurt you started without me.
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... Sorry. [she says, absently.] Arthur wanted a drink, earlier.
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I'm happy for you, Necchan. Seriously!
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For what? [she knows, she's just being a brat]
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I've no idea what you're talking about. [GETS... MORE ALCOHOL...]
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You realize you owe me so much for not saying anything, right? I really could've just yelled about it in front of everybody!
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You were going to shout that I have a hickey in front of everybody during a murder investigation? [she does her best not to be pink while saying this and fails]
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[ his turn to be a shit ]
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... Don't do that. It's nobody's business.
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[ time for him to finally grab a glass and pour himself some whiskey. ]
I wouldn't do you dirty like that, Necchan. I'd only give you shit like this, when it's just us.
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... I suppose there isn't any hiding it. [a beat.] Not that I'm ashamed.
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[ :D ]
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You are embarrassing. [:squeak:]
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... I don't know what you want me to say. [she's given up she's just embarrassed now]
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... I am. [happy. embarrassed! but happy, and like, just tipsy enough to mumble:] I like him.
[lamely, like a nerd.]
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