( crau ) beau

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( week 0 ) friday

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( cont. since we were veering into possible pc territory anyway shhh )

Hmm... sure, I can work with that.

[ he grins as he steps behind the counter, though he "politely" leaves room for beau to squeeze through. real talk, he's doing it to mess around. ]

First thing's first, though—yay or nay on fruity?

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[ she laughs, and elbows him playfully as she hops up on the bar to just sit on it. what are chairs. she's too gay for chairs. ]

Yay. Seriously, go wild.

( week 0 ) sunday arrival!

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[ the SECOND beau finds majima, she grabs his arm and gives him a very solemn, serious look. also she's wearing this. yay casual clothes. ]

Majima. We have a critical emergency on our hands.

[haw]

[ girl, same ]

Haw? Y'mean other than the whole "this is definitely another murder mystery game waitin' to happen" arrangement?

( week 0 ) friday

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[ after he yeets his travel guide into the bonfire, majima storms back into the snabin and punches the wall.

goob morn beau................. ]

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[ mood, dude. she's sort of just laying there on the floor now. the wall punch is a mood. ]

Hey. [ she sits up, pushing her hair out of her face. she - isn't going to lecture, because she feels the same. ] It's not a fucking surprise, but. Yeah.

( week 0 ) sunday

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[ much, much later in the day, majima comes to find beau. it's plain to see that he's exhausted in body, in spirit, in everything, really. ]

...s'prolly way too fuckin' soon to say we've got a free bed in our cabin now, huh.

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[ she - snorts, like it's surprised out of her, and then scrubs at her face. ]

Probably. It's way too fuckin' soon for me to say I'm probably gonna stay in your cabin more often now too, but.

( week 1 ) saturday

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[ hahaha that sucked... with his suit jacket and shirt folded over his arm, and the towel he'd gotten from black shadows around his neck, majima returns to crash at the snabin, looking... well... tired. again. this seems to be a trend. ]

Well, we sure went an' royally fucked that one up.

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[ she's sprawled out on huaisang's bunk, as usual, on her stomach. she's cleaned up, at least, though she's still covered in bruises all over. ]

Yeah. Guess so. [ she says tightly, staring at the ground. ]

( week 1 ) sunday

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[ after beau's in as good of a shape as she's going to get thanks to the camp's government assigned medics (no), majima's here to welcome her back to the snabin, get the door for her, all that good shit. how's she doing... ]

Sorry for jumpin' to the worst earlier. Kinda hit a lil' too close to home.

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[ well, walking sucks. actually like, moving sucks? everything sucks. she probably walked very, very slowly all the way to the snabin. and when she gets inside, she kind of just looks at the bunkbeds like she wants to cry. please don't make her climb to the top bunk. ]

... S'okay. [ she says, voice rough and gritty. she just stands, exhausted, in the middle of the cabin. ] I figured.

[ sniff. ] Thank you. For being there.

w2, wednesday eveningish

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[ where is majima, is he in snabin, what's up. here's beau, looking for him, with her eye covered with her hair and phoenix's hat, bandaged shoulder, bandaged hand and knuckles, just still a mess of a human being. but she looks not utterly devastated like she's looked all week? huh. ]

Majima! [ HEWWO ]

[haw]

[ he's hanging out at the petting zoo, actually! he's got a baby tiger in his arms who keeps trying to bat at his eye rose. stop that, impudent child. he doesn't look bothered at all, though, and it's with surprise that he turns around to see beau. ]

Huh, someone's lookin' chipper. 'Sup?

( week 2 ) friday

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[ hey, beau. majima sure is coming her way. despite the lack of any music playing, he's actually pretty good at keeping his rhythm... anyway. this is fine? this is totally normal. don't worry about it. ]

When the hell did ya even have the time to name every horse?

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[ he boogies over to her and she has to bite her lip not to burst into giggles. ]

It didn't take that long. Why are your dance moves so bad? You're missing an eye, not a foot. [ ........ she just. puts a hand over her mouth. slowly. ]

w2, saturday

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[ rather than ignore him like she has with everybody else, beau spots majima on her walk and holds out her hand to him. please come walk with her. ]

[haw]

[ there's a moment of hesitation as he looks down at her hand...

but it's gone, quickly, as he takes hold of it and gives it a squeeze. ]

( week 3 ) friday

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[ immediately after he's done with bathroomquest, majima's coming over to beau with a fluffy blue jacket nabbed from the camp store that he hands over as his teeth chatter. he's got a purple one on himself, for the record. ]

Probably isn't gonna do anything to help us out, but hey, it's the thought that counts, yeah?

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[ aw, thanks majima. she takes the jacket gratefully, pulling it on - but yeah, her teeth are chattering too. ]

Fucking curfew. [ she mutters. her visible eye is redrimmed, but thankfully she's just shaking, not and crying. ]

At least it's better than last week's.

w3, saturday post trial

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[ she's out in the snow again, outside the isolation cabin. she's shakily re-wrapping her broken hand by herself, almost not even seeing it. but if she sees majima, she looks up at him and then sinks down further.

she's not sure who is angry at her and who isn't. ]

[haw]

Wonder how I knew I'd find ya out here.

[ no matter what beau is wearing right now, he has the purple camp jacket he'd let flayn borrow still folded in his hands; he drapes it over her now, then takes a seat next to her. ]

( week 3 ) sunday

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[ he's taken an hour or two to give her space. it works out, incidentally, seeing as how he's gotta start working on transferring both of their belongings from snail cabin to spider cabin.

hm, he thinks as he's trudging through the snow between the two. "spabin" doesn't quite have the same ring to it; maybe they can try workshopping that later. (maybe they don't have to.)

once he's brought the last of it and taken care of some other post-execution errands—it's wild how these things have become just another routine—he comes back with something from the mess hall. it's nothing fancy... he's not a cook, so it's just whatever's being served at the self-service buffet for lunch, but it's something.

he stands in front of her, wherever she's sitting or lying down or whatever, and holds out the tray without saying anything. he doesn't think he needs to. ]

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[ she's sitting in the spabin (?) on one of the lower bunks. she's - in less shitty shape! kind of! she's in the process of taking her bandages off her hands, actually, when majima comes in.

she glances up at him, and... manages a small smile. ]

Thanks. [ she's not hungry but she's not going to refuse the gesture. carefully, she takes the tray, if he lets her. ]

( week 4 ) tuesday

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[ hey what up. majima's holding a widdle wooden birdie when beau comes back to the spabin today, absentmindedly tossing it in his hand a couple of times before he catches it and shows it to her. ]

Y'know, I know the thing says "anonymous gift," but I don't think that counts when the maker signs their work... an' when the commissioner makes themselves just a lil' obvious.

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[ beau pauses in the doorway! and then very quickly hides her smile, busying herself with shoving her newly clean sets of other clothing on the bed. ]

No idea what you're talking about. [ beau says lightly. ] Did you get something?

w4, thursday

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[ today in majima, why.

a long pause, as beau just gives him the wei wuxian look. ]

Dude. Your crab hubris.

[haw]

[ honestly, at this point, and around beau? he's cackling. at this point, the craving has probably worn off... but is he still munching on some clam or another just for the hell of it? absolutely. ]

C'mon, ya gotta admit, it was a genius move on my part!

( week 4 ) saturday

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[ ...what the hell do you even say after all that. majima doesn't know.

what he does know, though, is how to unwind afterward, which is how he ends up reaching under his bunk and pulling out a bottle of rum. it's clear that his intent is to share with beau as they reconvene for the night. ]

...thanks for coverin' for me earlier.

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[ beau is just laying on her bed, half dozing. when majima speaks up, she blinks open her good eye and - after a second, gives him a warm look. ]

Yeah, of course. Always. [ ... ] I meant what I said, you know. I figure you probably know what my loyalty means, after last week.

[ she was ready to fucking throw down for nhs, so. ]

w5, tuesday morningish

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[ this is before Weed, but beau comes to try and find majima. when she does, she actually just grabs his arm. ]

Hey - question.

[haw]

[ i had to go and make sure neither of his arms are particularly fucked up BUT he turns to look at her questioningly. ]

Uh, shoot?

( week 5 ) wednesday, after announcement

[haw]

[ hey what up also he's absolutely wearing his new socks and wearing the booty shorts to be able to show them off. it's fine. ]

Any of that askin' around get ya any leads on your scrunchie mystery?

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Well - kind of. [ she - pauses to look at his socks. and then: ] I found other people, but I still don't know what the fuck the link is.

Nice socks.

w5, saturday

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[ she comes to find majima, actually, standing a few steps away from him. ]

Fight me. [ she says, voice sharp. ]

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[ he doesn't hesitate.

once the words are out of her mouth, he's turning on his heel with his fist already balled, aiming for her jaw. ]

( week 6 ) monday

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[ later in the evening, find majima slithering back "home" to the spabin... almost quite literally, with the way this new lanky body seems to be built. ]

So, how many people did ya get yellin' at you for the pink task?

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[ she is curled up on her bed trying to get used to her wings, when majima walks in. or slithers. whichever. she doesn't seem to mind, just watches him. ]

Not as many as I thought. [ she says, voice a bit dull. ] More people yelled at me for yelling at Ookurikara than they yelled at me for killing people, if you can believe it.