[ words can't hurt him if he punches them outta the way with his sick dances moves! which is to say he's taking beau's insults like a champ. he doesn't look hurt by them at all? ]
Decided to go with a dog instead, but yeah, actually. How do ya think I figured out it was you who gave the horses their names?
Uh, yeah, why wouldn't I? Thought they might be able to tell me stuff about the camp that the Directors can't tell us, but no dice. None of them really seemed to know anything, which I guess ain't all that surprisin'...
[ she pauses for a long moment, and kind of just gives him a helpless look. actual conversations are hard when her mouth just kind of says whatever it wants. ]
Your ideas are all a waste of time. [ she just. rubs at her face. tiredly. ]
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I'm surprised, considering you don't look like you can manage to string two words together, let alone a coherent thought. [ ... ] Sorry.
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Where'd ya shack up for the night? I ended up in the forest, an', well. [ boogies ]
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Decided to go with a dog instead, but yeah, actually. How do ya think I figured out it was you who gave the horses their names?
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Dog suits you. [ the insult is in the way she says it. ] How did you figure out it was - did you talk to the horses.
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Your ideas are all a waste of time. [ she just. rubs at her face. tiredly. ]
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[ what if he just reaches over to touch her bicep and give her a lopsided smile, miming a zipper motion over his mouth?
(all while still doing a jig, but, shhh, that's just with his legs) ]
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she brings one of her busted hands up to rest on top of his hand and smiles back. thanks dude. she really appreciates it. ]