[ Thank god, he'd feel like a real asshole if that flew too much longer. Her loosening up and leaning in prompts his arms to wrap around her in earnest, enveloping her in a tight, shoulder-rubbing hug. ]
Sorry, [ he finally can't help, quiet and sobered. A small part of him is curious, whether her interrupted homecoming had been to kick ass and take names in vengeance for her grandmother, but an infinitely larger part just doesn't really want to press her any more than he already has. A lot more than three people died over his Life Before ALASTAIR chat, but no one he had known nearly as closely... It's not a competition, but that doesn't stop it feeling a little unfair. ]
[ So he's content to sit for a good long while (or a short while, he's not picky), at least until something at least tangentially distracting drifts along. ]
[ It's good to have this, a literal someone to cling to in the metaphorical storm that her heart turns into whenever she lets the doors on this part of it creak open. Sigma is large, warm, and solid, reassuring when she leans her forehead against his shoulder and wills away the tears. There's no shame in crying for her, never has been, but this is different. If she starts on this, she's not sure she'll be able to stop until she's found her way to whoever it is she's going to punish for it.
She takes advantage of the offered hug for a good minute or two, until she's sure she's got it all back under control again. Then she props her chin up onto his shoulder with a light sigh. ]
It's alright. I'm gonna be in charge with her gone, so I'll figure out who did it and, I dunno, skin 'em. Something like that, I haven't worked out the details yet.
[ Frankly, it's not often that he's this quiet, but it's a silence well-earned all things considered. Consider him quite rock-like until she finally decides she's ready to shift, and he'll gather up his voice too. ]
Well, you'll probably have plenty of time to get real creative with it ...
[ You know, between all the giant crabs and lava giants and hurricanes and whatever world number three throws at them and however long it takes her to take over and actually find the culprit/s. Eventually, he leans out to give her a look. It's a little grinning look. ]
Though you sure you wanna go the skinning route if my arm freaks you out that bad?
[ Wow, rude. Ramir is totally tough, she can take any gross sight. She huffs and deliberately avoids that little grinning look, preferring to stare out over nothing. ]
Your arm's not that bad. I've seen worse. [ No she hasn't. She also doesn't go looking for worse, though, so maybe that's fair. She will concede, though: ] ...But maybe I'll pay someone else to do it.
[ Totally, huh... He leans out a little further, stubbornly into her field of vision. ]
No it's pretty bad. You haven't even seen the worst of it. [ Brandishing the wrapped up wrist in question, here. He's not dumb enough to unwrap it or anything (he doesn't want to see it any more than she does), but she's got an imagination. ] All vengeful satisfaction aside, you should definitely outsource.
[ Also because you know, killing people isn't... great... It's easier to joke about from an outside perspective, but... ]
[ She snorts and pushes his hand away — carefully, using her wrist to shove at his forearm, where there aren't bandages. It still gets it out of her immediate sight, though, which is all she's looking for. ]
Yeah, maybe. I'll see when I get there. [ But she's pretty sure she's going to do something violent and fatal to whoever it is. She sets that thought aside though, sitting back a little and pulling on a smug look. ] Now, I'm pretty sure you owe me something. Two somethings! Gonna pay up?
[ He lets his hand drop easily enough, propping it instead on one of her thighs, but the smile stays put. Especially when she shifts the subject, even if he does attempt to wrangle his expression into something facetiously stern for a second. ]
I believe the figure we agreed on was three, and I wouldn't dream of shorting you.
[ It fails spectacularly in the next moment though, so he'll put that insatiable grin to work against hers. Dipping forward to close the distance, he starts her off with a peck on the lips before shifting and hooking his arm back around her waist to tug her into it proper. He'll count that as one if she does. ]
Oh shit, it was three... [ She'd almost shorted herself, distracted by her own story. At least one of them knows what they're talking about.
The peck is a little lame, but a good start. She shifts along with his tug, wrapping one leg around his waist and stretching the other out behind him. One arm loops around his neck, the other sitting lazily against his side. ]
If they're all gonna be that kind of kiss, I'm gonna complain to management and get my story back.
[ This is the kind of stuff his memory is for, after all. ]
Hey, come on, it was a weird angle. [ He pulls a face. But now that she's all settled, this makes for a much better one. All squared up and nose to nose. ] There's no need to go that far, I can give you a free replacement.
[ The hand not occupied with her waist moves to the back of her head before giving her a kiss with more appropriate gusto. More open, more prolonged. Maybe (definitely) a bit of an overcompensation for his last one, but an ultimately better one if enthusiasm's your thing. ]
[ Enthusiasm is definitely her thing, and she appreciates the improvement. In particular because it's a great distraction. She's been worried into misery about the missing half of their crew, sick of her injured feet, pissed at her missing strength, and a whole host of smaller grievances. But this? This is pretty good. The intimacy is comforting, and the good company even more so.
She kisses back with a good match for that gusto, and when it comes to a natural pause, leans back with a warm, pleased smile. ]
Yeah, that's better. [ She bobs forward to land a quick, playful kiss at the tip of his nose, because it's nice to feel her mood looking up for once. With a bright smile: ] Two more.
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Sorry, [ he finally can't help, quiet and sobered. A small part of him is curious, whether her interrupted homecoming had been to kick ass and take names in vengeance for her grandmother, but an infinitely larger part just doesn't really want to press her any more than he already has. A lot more than three people died over his Life Before ALASTAIR chat, but no one he had known nearly as closely... It's not a competition, but that doesn't stop it feeling a little unfair. ]
[ So he's content to sit for a good long while (or a short while, he's not picky), at least until something at least tangentially distracting drifts along. ]
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She takes advantage of the offered hug for a good minute or two, until she's sure she's got it all back under control again. Then she props her chin up onto his shoulder with a light sigh. ]
It's alright. I'm gonna be in charge with her gone, so I'll figure out who did it and, I dunno, skin 'em. Something like that, I haven't worked out the details yet.
how did this get so old what year is it
Well, you'll probably have plenty of time to get real creative with it ...
[ You know, between all the giant crabs and lava giants and hurricanes and whatever world number three throws at them and however long it takes her to take over and actually find the culprit/s. Eventually, he leans out to give her a look. It's a little grinning look. ]
Though you sure you wanna go the skinning route if my arm freaks you out that bad?
well it's been 84 years, so
Your arm's not that bad. I've seen worse. [ No she hasn't. She also doesn't go looking for worse, though, so maybe that's fair. She will concede, though: ] ...But maybe I'll pay someone else to do it.
ah that nap got out of hand
No it's pretty bad. You haven't even seen the worst of it. [ Brandishing the wrapped up wrist in question, here. He's not dumb enough to unwrap it or anything (he doesn't want to see it any more than she does), but she's got an imagination. ] All vengeful satisfaction aside, you should definitely outsource.
[ Also because you know, killing people isn't... great... It's easier to joke about from an outside perspective, but... ]
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Yeah, maybe. I'll see when I get there. [ But she's pretty sure she's going to do something violent and fatal to whoever it is. She sets that thought aside though, sitting back a little and pulling on a smug look. ] Now, I'm pretty sure you owe me something. Two somethings! Gonna pay up?
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I believe the figure we agreed on was three, and I wouldn't dream of shorting you.
[ It fails spectacularly in the next moment though, so he'll put that insatiable grin to work against hers. Dipping forward to close the distance, he starts her off with a peck on the lips before shifting and hooking his arm back around her waist to tug her into it proper. He'll count that as one if she does. ]
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The peck is a little lame, but a good start. She shifts along with his tug, wrapping one leg around his waist and stretching the other out behind him. One arm loops around his neck, the other sitting lazily against his side. ]
If they're all gonna be that kind of kiss, I'm gonna complain to management and get my story back.
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Hey, come on, it was a weird angle. [ He pulls a face. But now that she's all settled, this makes for a much better one. All squared up and nose to nose. ] There's no need to go that far, I can give you a free replacement.
[ The hand not occupied with her waist moves to the back of her head before giving her a kiss with more appropriate gusto. More open, more prolonged. Maybe (definitely) a bit of an overcompensation for his last one, but an ultimately better one if enthusiasm's your thing. ]
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She kisses back with a good match for that gusto, and when it comes to a natural pause, leans back with a warm, pleased smile. ]
Yeah, that's better. [ She bobs forward to land a quick, playful kiss at the tip of his nose, because it's nice to feel her mood looking up for once. With a bright smile: ] Two more.