[He takes the alcohol, then actually just hands over the titty ball to Beau:]
So you can have a full set. Get the real experience for once.
[STOP. He does seem to notice the tip of that tattoo, tail swishing as he make a decision whether to actually address that question or to take this bait as a chance to dive right out of any more Feelings questions.
. . . Reaching over to try and grab the back of her shirt to look down it.]
[ she gives him SUCH a look. she takes the titty ball and throws it at him.
but then he's in her space, trying to look at her tattoo, and she flails slightly. ]
Hey, fuckin' -- [ she bats at him. ]
It's - for extra power. Makes me like, I don't know. More wise? It's magic. [ she pointedly does not say what it was inspired by because he's going to know, the bastard. ]
This is the sweetest possible thing to do, you know. Molly doesn't care much about things, possessions, but the tattoos are so personal and apparently he's been gone for well . . . longer than he meant to be. And they all remembered. To die is one thing, to be remembered is another entirely.
He swallows heavily because, uh, wow, but they're both sort of hitting the limit on vulnerability here. He respects that. Putting the shirt down and patting over it.]
I like it. You wear it well. [Taking another drink, though.] Not sure how much it's helping with the wiseness, however.
[ stop don't CLOWN HER she's trying really hard, these days!!
but - they are both hitting the vulnerability line, and for her it's been so long since she's been able to talk to him, it's been so long that she's grown as a person, and she's trying to find her footing. she knows it'd be easy to fall right back into her old self, but she can't. she owes it to the rest of the nein to try.
she blows a raspberry at him when he puts her shirt down, and grabs for the alcohol. ]
Wise this. [ and she flips him off! but it's... affectionate, at least. ] So we're sticking together through this stupid thing. What do you think we're gonna have to do?
Yeah, there is. You looked at it yet? [ a beat. she opens her mouth, and then closes her mouth. and pulls her phone out to clumsily navigate to it. her roomie has been teaching her how to phones! and she's a quick study, so.
she's going to just like, briefly describe what's in the guide without calling attention to the illiteracy fact. haha. ]
[Molly has stubbornly refused to learn to use this phone. He will eventually. Someone will force him. He nods along with the explanation, but she doesn't have to do a very detailed job because--]
I got some of it. The girl in the skull makeup did a reenactment with voices for me. I was a little distracted [IT WAS TOO FUNNY TO PAY ATTENTION], but I think I have the shape of it now.
[ of course you do, beau. ] I mean, the necromancy thing is maybe not so great, but she has a god kind of like Jester's, so. [ ... ] Good, though. That you have the gist of it.
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So you can have a full set. Get the real experience for once.
[STOP. He does seem to notice the tip of that tattoo, tail swishing as he make a decision whether to actually address that question or to take this bait as a chance to dive right out of any more Feelings questions.
. . . Reaching over to try and grab the back of her shirt to look down it.]
Hm? What do you have here?
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but then he's in her space, trying to look at her tattoo, and she flails slightly. ]
Hey, fuckin' -- [ she bats at him. ]
It's - for extra power. Makes me like, I don't know. More wise? It's magic. [ she pointedly does not say what it was inspired by because he's going to know, the bastard. ]
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This is the sweetest possible thing to do, you know. Molly doesn't care much about things, possessions, but the tattoos are so personal and apparently he's been gone for well . . . longer than he meant to be. And they all remembered. To die is one thing, to be remembered is another entirely.
He swallows heavily because, uh, wow, but they're both sort of hitting the limit on vulnerability here. He respects that. Putting the shirt down and patting over it.]
I like it. You wear it well. [Taking another drink, though.] Not sure how much it's helping with the wiseness, however.
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but - they are both hitting the vulnerability line, and for her it's been so long since she's been able to talk to him, it's been so long that she's grown as a person, and she's trying to find her footing. she knows it'd be easy to fall right back into her old self, but she can't. she owes it to the rest of the nein to try.
she blows a raspberry at him when he puts her shirt down, and grabs for the alcohol. ]
Wise this. [ and she flips him off! but it's... affectionate, at least. ] So we're sticking together through this stupid thing. What do you think we're gonna have to do?
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Obviously. [He says to the mod played character.] Not a clue! There's some sort of guide apparently? [haha]
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Yeah, there is. You looked at it yet? [ a beat. she opens her mouth, and then closes her mouth. and pulls her phone out to clumsily navigate to it. her roomie has been teaching her how to phones! and she's a quick study, so.
she's going to just like, briefly describe what's in the guide without calling attention to the illiteracy fact. haha. ]
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I got some of it. The girl in the skull makeup did a reenactment with voices for me. I was a little distracted [IT WAS TOO FUNNY TO PAY ATTENTION], but I think I have the shape of it now.
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[ of course you do, beau. ] I mean, the necromancy thing is maybe not so great, but she has a god kind of like Jester's, so. [ ... ] Good, though. That you have the gist of it.
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[the bones were cool. maybe you should consider asking some questions next time, Molly? Molly???]
Oh - that reminds me. [Holding out his hands, with the crown tattoo on the back of the previously blank one being new.] What's yours?
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Well, weirdly accurate, I guess.
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[Why are you proud of this.]
Oh, you’re the same as the tall guy. The really tall one?
[The clown . . . ]
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[ squint. ] There's a lot of tall guys.
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[Thinking.]
Bold look . . .
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... Oh, the jingly guy. [ that's said with much less enthusiasm. ]
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You’re going to be best friends.
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Shuuut the fuck up. [ and then: ] Whatever, you're way more of a weirdo than he is, so the cards aren't off the fuckin' table, I guess.
Have you been making friends?
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[He shrugs and nods.]
I’d say that on the whole. A rather charming lot, really. Even the guy who took my phone at least seemed embarrassed about it.
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There's some really pretty girls here, yeah.
Why'd he take your phone?
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[What a good idea.]
It’s alright. Ended up ok. I’ve earned a reputation as an Emperor, and a . . . Dragon? Apparently?
[Don’t encourage this.]
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[ another kick. ] Gods, you really gotta keep one upping me every time, huh?
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[Oh are we joking about this now.]
I would never one-up you, Beauregard. What about you? Are you making friends? Tell me about your friends.
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Nope. No friends. [ she says, idly, stretching. ] Just a lot of pretty, handsy girls and obnoxious dudes.