[ that makes her laugh, one of her genuine dumb giggles. she brings a hand up to rest on top of his. ]
Me too. [ she takes a deep breath. ] I think I'm starting to get the hang of not running into walls, finally. So - maybe we can practice fighting next week? I'll just not use my hand for now.
Heh, we'll see how yer shapin' up an' figure out how to go from there.
Hell, maybe if I keep tryin' to win over the Directors, I might even get to ask them to do me a favor, see if we can't get ya healed a lil' faster. It worked like that in my game, don't see why it wouldn't be worth a try here.
Really? [ she's curious! ] Shadows gave me my eyepatch earlier this week, but I didn't ask them for anything else. Think they can actually do anything?
Eh, they ain't practical, anyway. Cigs are way more convenient. [ he quickly reaches into his pocket, then presents her with a cigarette box, flicking one up as he opens it up. ] Wanna try?
[ before he puts the box away, he gets out a cigarette for himself and holds it between his teeth. he then switches the box for a lighter; as the flame catches, he holds it up to the end of beau's smoke, then lights his own right after. one puff of smoke later... ]
[ beau has literally never smoked before, so here goes.
she watches him for a second, trying to figure out how to do it. once she's got the idea, she takes a drag off her own - and immediately coughs, eye watering. ]
[ he keeps a careful eye on her as she indulges, finally bending down to let the baby tiger that i totally didn't forget about roam freely within the enclosure once more. he's still squatting when he interrupts the silence with a cool, calm, ]
Y'know, I've been thinkin'. Ya know how Heart-han's note the other day said there shouldn't be any problem with breakin' that rule about sharing our team an' power?
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Me too. [ she takes a deep breath. ] I think I'm starting to get the hang of not running into walls, finally. So - maybe we can practice fighting next week? I'll just not use my hand for now.
[ the broken one. ]
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Hell, maybe if I keep tryin' to win over the Directors, I might even get to ask them to do me a favor, see if we can't get ya healed a lil' faster. It worked like that in my game, don't see why it wouldn't be worth a try here.
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... Akira said I should ask for a robot eye.
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[ beat, as he gives her a sulky sort of look now ]
I'd be pissed if ya got a robo-eye, though.
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I'm not gonna get a robo-eye. I kind of like matching with you. [ hum. ] I'm teaching Shadows how to hug, though. So I'm definitely their favorite.
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[ but he rolls his eye and laughs. ]
No way, though. Shadows-han said even Trine likes me the most!
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Yeah, you can be Trine's favorite, and I'll be Shadows's favorite. And they'll give me all the free booze I want.
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Shadows-han already supports my nicotine habit, they'd totally supply me with hard liquor, too.
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Nicotine? [ squint. ]
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Oh. Smokin'. Tobacco an' shit.
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Eh, they ain't practical, anyway. Cigs are way more convenient. [ he quickly reaches into his pocket, then presents her with a cigarette box, flicking one up as he opens it up. ] Wanna try?
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... Sure? How the fuck. [ she squints at the cigarette box, and gingerly reaches to take the one he flicks. ] I've never seen it like this before.
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Learn well, my disciple.
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she watches him for a second, trying to figure out how to do it. once she's got the idea, she takes a drag off her own - and immediately coughs, eye watering. ]
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Gross.
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and just... goes ahead and takes another drag. she could use some relaxation? give her it. ]
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Y'know, I've been thinkin'. Ya know how Heart-han's note the other day said there shouldn't be any problem with breakin' that rule about sharing our team an' power?
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Yeah, I remember. Have you told people?
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[ he flashes a wry grin at her. ]
Whaddaya say? Do ya trust me enough?
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Yeah, of course. Do you trust me?
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