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groundzeroes) wrote2020-12-07 10:19 pm
groundzeroes) wrote2020-12-07 10:19 pmIC Inbox
🗲 ❝Yo. It's me.❞
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groundzeroes) wrote2020-12-07 10:19 pm
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Black's fine.
[Rei makes himself as comfortable as he usually does, quite obviously staring around the place as he steps into the kitchen. Hmm, hmm. How interesting, how interesting.
He slides into a seat like he's fully expecting to be served.]
So? You get bored of the old flat?
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And, look, she will actually serve him. She was brought up with enough manners to know how to serve a cup of tea (or, well, in this case...). )
Was feeling small.
( Was broken into at least once by pissed off gang members! Ergo, the good security. And, besides... )
Thought I'd find somewhere to settle down.
( That was one thing about that old place: even when it started getting bits and pieces of personal effects added to it, it always felt like it could be left at any moment.
This? Not so much. Even despite the fact that the furniture currently inside it is clearly designed for her older, smaller place. )
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But of course neither of them are very straightforward with serious things, so Rei says:]
Invite me over for interior decoration advice? Looks like you'll need it.
[RUDE]
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And make my home look like a cheap casino?
( Maybe she was feeling sentimental and you ruined it, old man. )
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It's at least an expensive one.
[He takes a long sip from his mug. When he puts it down again, his comedic irritation has dropped, leaving only the fondness.]
Good to see you putting down some roots. [Genuinely.]
shh i'm working, definitely working
She does as she so often does, settling onto the countertop like it's a chair and nursing her coffee with slow sips, legs swinging idly. )
... Not where I thought I would.
( But there's a weight from her shoulders nonetheless. A lightness which comes with making this decision which seems so foreign to her.
Relief. Real, lasting relief. Not just the temporary hit of adrenaline that comes after surviving a fight, but something deeper and more calming. )
Guess this place weren't so bad after all.
( If she's choosing to stay. )