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[ Guess who has horrible bedhead (that you would never ever see otherwise) and is yawning a lot and plodding out from his room looking like... he slept for days on end?

This bitch. He needed it.

Now he's stretching and cracking his back... and amazingly looks more refreshed than ever. Weird, where the shit has this dick been. ]

Edited 2019-02-09 22:05 (UTC)

[EARS PERK UP when CB walks into the room.]

...

...

...Morning.

[where have you been dude]

[ on timeout. ]

Has it been noisy lately?

Outside, sure.

Really? Did I miss something?

Lots of things.

...

...

...

Where did you go.

I had a long nap in the forest. What things?

[Doesn't exactly look satisfied with that answer, but apparently he doesn't feel like he has the right to press.]

"Monsters" and things.

...monsters? Here, not in one of those trials?

Not a trial. Got dragged down a hole with that other dog and the littler fluffy lady.

["dog"]

...other dog. [ ... ] I hope he behaved. Fluffy lady?

..................

[Just does not comment further on the dog part for some reason.]

The one that's like. My size? Don't know any of your names 'cept "Elaine".

[ WHAT DOES THAT MEAN. ]

... how did we go this long without introducing ourselves...

By not bein' in here at the same time? Also you said you didn't know yours. And I don't know mine.

Edited 2019-03-09 23:19 (UTC)

...Ciabatta. That's my name.

...

Ciabatta.

Yeah. Not too hard to say, right?

Yeah. Ciabatta.

[Says it a second time, as if to prove he can.]

[

just sort of frozen part way through taking a drink of tea

good morning. ]

[

:)

HE IS DEFINITELY BEELINING TOWARDS HER WITH A SMILE. ]

Good morning.

[ she doesn't look panicked or anything so much as straight-up bluescreened, though after a few steps toward her her eyes go that dark, murky color again with a suddenness like someone dumping ink in water. she unfreezes just after that, swallowing, blinking, and taking another drink. ]

Good morning.

Feeling any better?

[ just plain cheerful. ]

[ she looks up at him through her eyelashes, the beginning of a smile tugging up the corners of her mouth—

...and actually, you know what, no. no thank you, absolutely not, no. the vague, niggling feeling of something off-balance and needing correcting is gone— but she can still feel herself slipping in some other nebulous way and the temptation to go for his throat again just to try to wipe the smile off of his face is settling in so heavily it's making her fingers itch and she is utterly, thoroughly done with this. she literally just made fun of a murderous doppelganger of her for pulling this kind of nonsense?! no.

some sort of stubborn desperation to break the moment and shake the feeling of inevitability creeping up on her has her slamming back the rest of her tea. which was almost certainly a mistake because it was still really hot, but. too late now! she wrinkles her nose up as she swallows, and then sets the mug down just a little bit too hard. ]

...No. Not really, to be honest! I won't- I won't pretend it wasn't gratifying in the short term, but now I get to wander around questioning my sanity and really, I can't recommend it at all.

Revenge is only a short term solution. But even then...

[ this poor girl. ]

How did you know about me?

[ doesn't quite laugh, but makes a noise close to it and shakes her head ]

I don't know.

[ A sigh. ]

That's troublesome. I wonder if it came with any context.

[ resting her cheek in her hand. without hesitating: ]

It did. I don't really remember it now, though.

[ like a bad dream. ]

[ what a pain in the ass ability!!!!!!!!! ]

...well, I don't really feel like giving you my origin story, so if you feel like fighting again let me know ahead of time. I don't want to ruin my new clothes.

[ buddy it's not exactly fun from this end either. ]

No promises, sorry~.

[ she really just sounds tired, though, and after a moment she adds quietly: ]

...thanks.

I should be thanking you, instead.

[ u wot m8 ]

I was behaving pretty badly. Not just when I stabbed your friend, but other times as well. The role of a villain for me made sense when I was home.

...the "role," huh.

Needed a reminder there were other options?

... I don't really believe in it, yet. After two decades of being cruel to a hierarchy that hated me, it's hard to care. [ SIGHING.] But I forgot that I was going to try.

What happened to not wanting to give me your origin story...

...mm. Well, if you want less extreme reminders that you don't need to be cruel the next time habit takes over, I can promise that.

That was the summary you'd find on the back of a book.

Nobody wants less extreme.

[ he's joking. ]

[ aims a kick in the vague direction of his shin without any real force behind it ]

I don't think either of us really wants to find out what goes for more extreme.

[ ow... ]

It's good to be curious?

Curiosity will kill the crow as well as the cat?!

Perhaps.

[ A pause. ]

I won't let you do whatever you want a second time, but I will be more mindful of your feelings.

... I really don't know if you could stop me. So.

[ puffing out a breath ]

I'll try to... I don't know. Be more honest about them?

[ he's not saying it, but he's pretty serious about not letting her again—he's, you know, not planning on being a horrible shithead anytime soon, but frankly speaking he didn't like it. he was never afraid of it, but considering his power... dying isn't on the radar. he can feel the tug of death every time he uses his talent; he got accustomed to it.

but also she was way too powerful.

so... he's just going to be more prepared. if he's awful again. ]

Honesty isn't something anyone here is good at.

Goodness, I hadn't noticed at all.

[ nudging her shin with the tip of his boot.

didn't you ban jokes!!!!!!!!!! why can't he make them!!!! ]

[ she banned jokes about things that are DISTRESSING? what happened to being mindful???

...trying to boop him back again. we're mature adults here, ]

[ mindful means he won't stab someone in front of her that she likes. probably. ]

You should make a list of people you like. I can't read minds.

That's a joke, by the way.

[This dog has spent the past few days dealing with lovely things like killer blobs and teammates going MIA after trauma games. He has not had a good time.

Currently he is sitting in the middle of a couch that is far too big for a single person and hogging every pillow on it. It doesn't look like he is very pleased by this privilege, though.]