PC: BEAU + CALEB

[headmt]

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[katzepaw]

[Okay. Putting his hand gently on her shoulder. A little smile at that.]

Yasha, you mean? Maybe a little later for that, but sure.

[headmt]

[That's sweet, actually, even if it's clear Beau's head is being fucked with.]

Is that so? Well alright, 'long as you're respectful.

[disreguarded]

[she makes a face at molly.]

I'm a fucking gentleman. [anyway - she will grab the glasses and give them to molly, even if it takes her a bit because she has like ten hit points.

and then, a little more quietly to the two of them:]

... Stay. Until you can't.

[katzepaw]

Okay. I need to go give Luke something for your ears in a little while, though. So you have it fixed up before curfew.

[But that can wait for a little bit.]

[headmt]

[Taking the glasses and trying them on!! And then taking them off and shoving them into the pocket of his coat, patting it. Got it.]

... Starting to really hate this being separated thing. It's every fucking week, worse.

[disreguarded]

[she can hear if she tilts her head in a certain direction because one ear is less fucked up, so she keeps doing that when she sees their lips moving.]

Yeah. [she doesn't let go of either of them but she definitely needs to sit down again.] I don't, uh. I like it here? In this dorm, but the separation thing is not great, you're right.

... Guess there's not much we can do if we're together anyway.

[katzepaw]

I know.

[A little softly.]

I don't want to leave fall, either. I feel somehow that it's good to uhm, be there, but I also. . . I don't know.

In a way, I feel it would be worse to go to sleep and wake up to someone missing.

[headmt]

[A bit of a rueful smile:] You mean like before? With Lorenzo?

[He'll help her sit down if she needs to - just flopping next to her on whatever bunk bed is available. Unless Beau has the queen room all to herself, I don't know her life.]

Pulled the Journey for myself earlier, was thinking it might be time for a shake-up anyway. Maybe I come crash with one of you.

[disreguarded]

[nah she has a bunk, so she sits and coughs a little to cover the pained noise.

a beat, and then she sort of laughs, leaning against molly a bit.]

Choose fucking wisely, you're picking a side on the dorm war. [this is mostly a joke though.] Come to winter. Fall already has everybody I worry about, I'd like to have some fucking peace of mind.

[katzepaw]

[He's a little quiet in response.]

. . . Yeah, you could go where you like. It's not so bad here. Though there are some good people at Fall, too.

[headmt]

You're right, it is serious. There are battle lines here.

[He snorts, and flops backwards, hands over his stomach, tail lazily swishing. This probably makes it harder for Beau to hear but it isn't like the conversation is that important.]

Maybe I pull the cards about it. See where it takes me. Suprise one of you next week.

[disreguarded]

[she has to keep! turning her head! molly!!! she pretends like you can read and this is how you repay her!!

anyway, she's quiet for now she looks up at caleb, frowning slightly. mostly like she's calculating.]

[katzepaw]

[What, it's fine, he just blatantly didn't really extend an invite to Molly. That's probably because he doesn't want him there and not for extremely stupid Caleb reasons or something.]

Maybe you'll wind up in Summer.

[headmt]

[He noticed it! He noticed it. It's fine. Maybe he's bullshitting about moving too?]

Maybe we all just go to Summer? There's a bar. And a beach. Everywhere else is cold as balls.

[disreguarded]

I want a bar. [she grumbles.

... hold on, she just like reaches out to make a grabby hand at caleb? come here.]

[katzepaw]

[He's still touching her shoulder, but. . . okay? It seems to take him a second to get what she even wants him to do, but coming over.]

[headmt]

[Molly's gone quiet at this point too, just pulling out his cards and starting to shuffle through them between his hands.]

Either of you want a reading?

[disreguarded]

Fucking hate those things. [beau mutters, but it's not a no, necessarily.

once caleb is closer, she like super invasively pushes his sleeve up? she's looking at his arm like she's looking for something specific, but she doesn't seem to see it. it's a relief, apparently, judging by her shoulders slumping.]

[katzepaw]

Sure, I suppose.

[Um, okay? Letting her push up his sleeve? Just showing her his arm?]

[headmt]

So you remember that much at least.

[Sitting up with a huge huff, scoffing a bit at Beau's declaration of hating the things without saying no. That's totally a yes.]

[disreguarded]

You had - your drawing had parts of you that were colored black. [she tells caleb, absently.] But it's not that here.

[... actually] Why the fuck do I hate tarot cards?

[katzepaw]

On my arm? Like. . . like this?

[He grimaces a little and draws sort of a pattern on his forearm. But then shakes his head a little, too; it doesn't really matter.]

The cards, uhm, it has to do with your father, but also I think you are also a little obstinate.

[headmt]

I personally think you're afraid of my deep, mystical powers, but to each their own.

[Holding the cards out, face down in a fan towards the both of them.]

[disreguarded]

Like that. The eye, too. Kind of like the things we fought.

[she finally lets go of his arm though, and scoots back a bit to look at the cards. there's a second where her eyes sort of unfocus and she holds onto the bedsheet tightly, and then she relaxes, shaking her head.

her brain is soup, who knows, maybe they both get a wisp of jester showing beau the cards she's finished.]

What, do I take one?

[katzepaw]

[Aww, cute. Anyway, he reaches a hand and touches one of the cards.]

I'll do this one. If it will not, uhm, mix up the fates between Beauregard and I.