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.
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.
[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.]
[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 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.]
[ 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.
... 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.
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.]
[ 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?
[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.
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. ]
[she sets the doughnuts aside, looking over the flowers she's still got. she runs her finger over the petals of one.
simple labels like that change people. the humanoid typoon, who tries his best to not look like what his title suggests, and the divine damsel of devastation, who never saw any reason to not be a lovely, merciless statue made of ice.
she rests a hand on her chest.]
Labels are appropriate when you can't seem to prove them wrong.
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[ 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.
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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.
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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. ]
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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.]
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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.
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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...]
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[ Something like that. He holds hand out. Give he doughnut of your choice. ]
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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.]
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He'll accept the doughnut, eating some. ]
See? One of the smallest joys of life. Nothing ever wrong with eating good food.
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[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.
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Especially with you being human -- it's not like you've got an infinite amount of time to do things.
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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.]
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You believe in that shit?
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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.]
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Always see you tuggin' and messin' around with those. What're they to you?
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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.
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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.
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No. [she says, with a little ping of something that's approaching fear.] They still work.
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Fine, if you say so.
But you don't bring disaster around just by being around. Just by being you.
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That's nice of you to say.
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[ 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. ]
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simple labels like that change people. the humanoid typoon, who tries his best to not look like what his title suggests, and the divine damsel of devastation, who never saw any reason to not be a lovely, merciless statue made of ice.
she rests a hand on her chest.]
Labels are appropriate when you can't seem to prove them wrong.
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Am I a monster to you?
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... You've not given me reason to think so.
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[ Looking back at her. ]
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