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[bindings]

wolfwood

Of course I missed you.

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[crucifer]

[ Honestly he freaks with so many freaks, this really isn't the weirdest thing yet. Could be Zazie. ]

Yeah? Wouldn't say no to you showing me around either. I'd offer something back, but really, there's not a lot to see on No Man's Land -- not on its earth. Maybe the skies, though.

What parts of it do you like?

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[that's true. every day i am glad she's not zazie.]

The peacefulness. [she says, first, with a tiny disgruntled tinge.] ... The skies, too. The sunsets, and the sunrises. The way lanterns rise into the air at night. The way the wind is so cold in the morning that you can feel it rush through your bones.

[there's a very small homesickness, in her.]

[crucifer]

[ I love Zazie OOCly, love a little weirdo nonbinary bug. ICly though, while Zazie is absolutely not the worst person, they're the second-most literally non-human entity there so it freaks Wolfwood out. ]

...Sounds like you like a lot of things about the place, then.

[ He wonders what that's like. Cold wind only gives him a chill, no such exhilarating rush of a new day. Every day he lives like a stray dog, only ever fighting for the next meal with no time to stop and appreciate the (omo voice) keshiki. ]

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It's home.

[she says, with a sigh.]

Or it was. [...] Was there anything nice about No Man's Land?

[crucifer]

[ He has to think about that. Anything nice about it? For as long as he knows, it's just been something that is -- the land where he was born, grew up, lost his family leaving nothing but his name that will die with him. The land that broke him down to rebuild him into something he never wanted to be, day by day carrying the burden of a cross he never asked for.

There isn't any distinct emotion to be had here, but it flickers between resentment, melancholy, burden. All reeled back like they're tied to collars staked to the ground. ]

There was this bakery around New Oregon. Made some good doughnuts.

[bindings]

[she's not... great, with emotion. but she knows those ones, even if they're just flickers. even if they're pulled back, restrained. maybe especially because they're restrained.

she watches him for a moment, and there's a sort of empathy in her, something that wrings and twists a little in response. and then softens back out to nothing.

he'd said he wasn't happy to talk about himself, so she doesn't ask, not yet.]

Doughnuts? [what that]

[crucifer]

[ If it's possible, the emotions get even more muffled, a natural defensiveness to him the moment he picks up the smallest taste of empathy. ]

Yeah, doughnuts. They're like these circular pastries, sweet stuff. Blondie's in love with 'em.

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[wolfwood,]

I've never had one. [she will take another fry, though.] ... I've been trying new foods, like you said.

[crucifer]

[ Don't perceive. ]

Yeah? Any you like in particular?

We got even more food places. I'm pretty sure at least one of these has got to sell doughnuts.

[bindings]

I liked pizza. It was hard to eat, but I liked it.

[she looks down at the flowers again, staring at them.]

We could look. [there's a little bit of hesitancy there - not in her tone, but in her emotions, muffled.]

[crucifer]

There's a special way you gotta eat 'em to avoid the mess.

[ Fast food professional Wolfwood D. Lastname who eats like garbage and still looks like he could out-bench press you unfortunately. He glances at the flowers. ]

We could. Can take the flowers with and you can finish it wherever we can find what we're looking for.

[bindings]

[unfair of him, tbh also the way i had to read what you just called him like three times before comprehending]

Alright. [she very gently - like, more gentle than he might've seen her do anything - scoops up the flowers. that hesitancy remains.] We can go, then.

[crucifer]

[ HELP

He watches how carefully she treats the flowers, and there's some kind of a vague complicated feeling there for a moment, but he says nothing as he leads the way.

I don't know where they sell doughnuts. I guess it's just to the park again, it's a nice place to be for flower arranging anyway.

Wolfwood can get them... knockoff Krispy Kreme. ]

[bindings]

[i cannot explain to you how much she loves doughnuts, because they're like, sweet bread? she really likes them, and there's little pings of delight when she does.

they can sit in the park, and she'll probably sit close enough to touch him if she reaches out if he lets her, because it makes her feel better to have her teammates within range.

she can't lose them if she can see them, it's fine.]

[crucifer]

[ Shenhe you are our baby girl......

There's vague amusement, and a sort of eventual contentness to just watch someone else be happy as he watches her indulge in doughnut.

Yeah sure, he can sit next to her at the park, looking over the flower arrangement. ]

Looks like the doughnuts were received well.

[bindings]

[she is polite enough to not talk with her mouthful, so he's spared that.]

They are very good. I've never had this... icing? [the glaze. she scoops some of it off the doughnut she's eating and sucks it off her finger.] You should have one.

[she wants to share!!! share good food...]

[crucifer]

I think icing is right. Or it's called -- glaze?

[ Something like that. He holds hand out. Give he doughnut of your choice. ]

[bindings]

[she hands him a doughnut. it is a plain cake doughnut with said glaze on top.]

Glaze. I see. [very good. she waits expectantly for him to eat, little pings of yay popping all over the place. they're trying their hardest to break from containment.]

[crucifer]

[ The small and subtle bubbles of amusement continue, edging on a distant sort of fondness -- the kind that he's making some effort to keep restrained and not run too rampant.

He'll accept the doughnut, eating some. ]

See? One of the smallest joys of life. Nothing ever wrong with eating good food.

[bindings]

You were right with this, at least.

[she says, picking up another donut.]

... This was always why I was afraid to try new foods. It will be difficult to give this up. [...] If I wasn't sure the squirrels would take them, I'd leave food like this for the erased.

[crucifer]

You never told me why you're stuck up on a mountain so far away from everything and everyone.

Especially with you being human -- it's not like you've got an infinite amount of time to do things.

[bindings]

[she picks a little at her donut.]

I'm not stuck there. I choose to be there. [... but.] It's fate. I was born under a star that promised I would bring calamitous ruin to anyone who knew me.

[she puts a bit of donut in her mouth. her emotions are flat again, not sad, not happy, just even.]

[crucifer]

[ Huh. ]

You believe in that shit?

[bindings]

[she

blinks? and just looks at him, like it never occurred to her to... not.]

... Yes. [there's a little bit of uncertainty, though.] The adepti confirmed it. It's why I wear these.

[taps the red ropes.]

[crucifer]

[ Sometimes the idea that things are fated to be disastrous is kind of a concept that pisses you off, as much as saying someone's misfortunes are because they didn't pray hard enough, didn't believe hard enough. ]

Always see you tuggin' and messin' around with those. What're they to you?