homophonic ❆ wolfwood

[bindings]

wolfwood

Of course I missed you.

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[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.

[bindings]

[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?

[bindings]

[she's been told, since she was young, that she was the problem. and so far in her life, nobody has told her that maybe that wasn't true. that she could make her own fate.]

They are meant to suppress my aggression.

[simply said.] Without them, I could hurt people. The downside is that they suppress everything else, as well.

[crucifer]

Well, news flash, big girl. We all lost things that made us special when we got here.

At this point, you might be just thinking they're helping you -- which, fine. Not a bad thing to think that.

But you seem fine enough to me that you could spare a trip down to the city every now and then.

[bindings]

[a long pause.]

No. [she says, with a little ping of something that's approaching fear.] They still work.

[crucifer]

[ There's the smallest flicker of something kind of like anger because there's something about it that resonates with him. ]

Fine, if you say so.

But you don't bring disaster around just by being around. Just by being you.

[bindings]

[there's a stronger feeling here - something... sad, maybe, mixed with something jittery, mixed with restraint. a touch of fright, still.]

That's nice of you to say.

[crucifer]

Just pisses me off when people think they can label other people and make them afraid of simple shit like that.

[ It's like how they all label Vash the Humanoid Typhoon, bringer of misfortune and disaster wherever he goes. Sure, it's just in his nature as they say, but every time he watches the idiot put up a fake smile to make himself look as weak as possible, debase himself for the sake of others, it just makes him angry. ]