[ no uwu speak for aquila. they've still got lups hand, so, they use their other to fiddle with the bottle top, working off whatever's holding it in place. ]
You're right, though. This place's - I like the wide openness of it. Think the hotel feels kinda cramped sometimes, too. Can't imagine how it feels for you guys.
This week was pretty shitty, but I'm okay. Sweet of you to ask.
[ they take the bottle back! lup is holding their hand and now touched their gloved fingers so i can tell her that aquila's hand is cold even through their gloves.
before they fully take the bottle, though, they give their sleeve a little shake, and out slides a curly straw, which they let drop into the bottle. the straw then disappears underneath their veil so they can actually drink. ]
I know I'm preaching to the choir on that one, though. You had the week from hell - grats on saving Cloud, though. How are you holding up?
actually - she touches their gloved fingers and startles, because she of all people recognizes that feeling.
... the curly straw makes her laugh, because it's so ridiculous.]
Um, well, better than I was on Friday? [she watches them drink.] Wine can not taste good like that. Actually, fuck, never mind any of that, are you dead?
they laugh a little around the wine, making an "eh" noise about the straw, and then promptly choke on what they're drinking. it is incredibly ungraceful and they start coughing, afterwards. ]
Wh - don't just ask people if they're dead out of nowhere!
[ they adjust their gloves. this tag is very funny now that the mingle dropped. ]
Feel like that wouldn't make me very cold, just saying. [ lava... ] Anyway, my relationship with death's like a third date conversation, at least! Fuck. Maybe it was my shtick first!
Ooh, horny. I see. The sticky hands were like a peacock flashing its feathers, huh?
[a pause.]
Well, listen. I'm not into fucking with the hood on, so you get back to me when you're allowed to show me your face. [a beat.] Really worth wooing, huh? Explain.
Well, it is now. But you have some high standards to hit, so you might be in for a time. [her hand comes up absently to hold the locket around her neck.]
Hey, I'm worth it! Probably. [ the implication of a wink there. ] But I guess you're gonna have to find that out, too.
Least, that's kind of a convoluted way of making friends. But... for the record. [ looping back to their conversation from earlier: ] People that try to take care of people - even though it's hard - those are good people. Says a lot about who you are.
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[ no uwu speak for aquila. they've still got lups hand, so, they use their other to fiddle with the bottle top, working off whatever's holding it in place. ]
You're right, though. This place's - I like the wide openness of it. Think the hotel feels kinda cramped sometimes, too. Can't imagine how it feels for you guys.
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It's a riot. [she says dryly.] Murder in a small cramped place is exactly my idea of a good time.
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Yeah. I mean, murder in a wide open space, least you feel like you can spread your wings a bit.
[ this is returned exactly as dryly. ] Cheers! Murder sucks!
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Cheers! Murder sucks. [she echoes. and then hands the bottle to them.] You uh, you surviving so far?
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[ they take the bottle back! lup is holding their hand and now touched their gloved fingers so i can tell her that aquila's hand is cold even through their gloves.
before they fully take the bottle, though, they give their sleeve a little shake, and out slides a curly straw, which they let drop into the bottle. the straw then disappears underneath their veil so they can actually drink. ]
I know I'm preaching to the choir on that one, though. You had the week from hell - grats on saving Cloud, though. How are you holding up?
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actually - she touches their gloved fingers and startles, because she of all people recognizes that feeling.
... the curly straw makes her laugh, because it's so ridiculous.]
Um, well, better than I was on Friday? [she watches them drink.] Wine can not taste good like that. Actually, fuck, never mind any of that, are you dead?
[YOU CAN'T JUST ASK PEOPLE IF THEY'RE DEAD]
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they laugh a little around the wine, making an "eh" noise about the straw, and then promptly choke on what they're drinking. it is incredibly ungraceful and they start coughing, afterwards. ]
Wh - don't just ask people if they're dead out of nowhere!
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[>:O!!!!!]
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[ they are trying to pull their hand back now. ]
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[she lets them pull away, but.]
Sheesh. Stealing my shtick. Next thing you know you're going to pull off your gloves and have lava cracks.
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Feel like that wouldn't make me very cold, just saying. [ lava... ] Anyway, my relationship with death's like a third date conversation, at least! Fuck. Maybe it was my shtick first!
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anyway she puts her hands on her hips, ear flicking.]
First of all, it wasn't. I'm older than you. [she does not know this.] Second of all, is this a date? You trying to woo me, party bird?
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[ so nyeh.
they wiggle the bottle, though. ]
And it could be if you wanted it to be. You are really worth wooing.
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[a pause.]
Well, listen. I'm not into fucking with the hood on, so you get back to me when you're allowed to show me your face. [a beat.] Really worth wooing, huh? Explain.
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[ they say romancer a little exaggeratedly and more dramatically than necessary.
but they cock their head to the second part, though, veil shifting a little. ] Do you think you aren't? Or are you fishing for compliments.
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[maybe a little of both, but she's not going to just say it.] If you're so good at romance, romance me, romancer.
[teehee]
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...That a challenge?
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Well, it is now. But you have some high standards to hit, so you might be in for a time. [her hand comes up absently to hold the locket around her neck.]
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[ they tilt their head, peering curiously at the locket. ] Those the standards?
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[her ear flicks.] You have files on all of us, apparently, I'm sure you know what your competition is.
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[ they shrug a little, taking another sip of their crazy straw filtered wine. ]
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That's a third date conversation, then.
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Deal. You're going to have to work for my tragic backstory, yeah?
[ and they pass her the wine bottle. ] I'll work for yours.
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Hey, I'm worth it! Probably. [ the implication of a wink there. ] But I guess you're gonna have to find that out, too.
Least, that's kind of a convoluted way of making friends. But... for the record. [ looping back to their conversation from earlier: ] People that try to take care of people - even though it's hard - those are good people. Says a lot about who you are.
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