[ swinging by the cafe sometime after the introduction... though he would tell himself he was here for coffee, he still ends up spending a long time standing in front of the dessert case, again. debating if he really wants to be disappointed by the taste of them, again. ]
I dunno. [ turning to look at her instead of this damn cute bunny swiss roll that's almost definitely falsely advertising itself ] You had any that are actually good yet?
[ he fucking loves them, actually, but he's really picky about them now because his brother's so good at baking that little else measures up anymore. ]
[ it's christmas morning for some reason (not that he knows what that is, even if winter holidays aren't unfamiliar), and fidelio is crouching down to look at the gift boxes under the decorated tree at the centre of town. they've really got something for everyone here, huh? ]
Definitely couldn't pull somethin' like this off in a bigger city.
Just more questions. I was in there last night, and we tried every damn thing we could think of tryin' to get that door open. Hard to accept someone could just walk on in once we were asleep.
[ he pauses for a brief moment — not hesitating, really, just a little disoriented after being pulled out of whatever thought abyss he'd just been plummeting into. but he accepts it, with... what is the best attempt at a smile he can offer today. (it's not great.) ]
[ it's true, of course; he certainly didn't choose this... but he can't say there's not a good reason for it to come up right now, either. he never could stand having these questions unanswered, and he's not usually the type to hold back on asking, no matter how much he likes the people involved.
he frowns as the mirrors loop back around to the start, showing glodell dead on the deck again. ]
...Might as well ask while we've got it hangin' in the air here, though, yeah?
Were you telling the truth before? 'Bout it bein' self defense, that he attacked you first.
[ it's much more gentle; he doesn't have the angry, accusatory look in his eyes now that he does in the memory. he'd been worried about a threat to louis and all their goals then, but he doesn't believe firefly to be a threat to any of them now, no matter what the truth is. ]
Wouldn't have voted for you neither way under the circumstances, and I wouldn't want nothin' to happen to you now either, but. Don't much like havin' to deal with the uncertainty on top of everything else here.
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weekend 0, sunday
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Did you want to try one of them?
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[ 'alright' isn't exactly a glowing testimonial, but the lack of enthusiasm actually makes him trust her judgement more. ]
S'pose I can give that a shot.
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[ he fucking loves them, actually, but he's really picky about them now because his brother's so good at baking that little else measures up anymore. ]
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w1, monday
Definitely couldn't pull somethin' like this off in a bigger city.
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They'd probably get stolen in a few hours.
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he nods in agreement. ]
If you could even get a tree big enough to put 'em under in the first place.
Want me to grab yours? Think I saw it someplace here...
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If you don't mind, I'd appreciate it.
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[ it takes him a few seconds to find it again, but he does! he gets back to his feet and holds it out for her. ]
Here ya go.
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Thank you. If you get your own, maybe we can open them together?
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[ grabs his own gift box and stands back up with it ]
All right. We both wanna go ahead, then?
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[ Hers contains a set of cute ribbons. ]
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Huh.
[ and glancing at hers... ]
Oh. Those're sorta pretty.
[ could do a lot worse for a gift ]
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[She seems pleased with the ribbons.]
What did you get? I don't think I've seen them before.
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[ holds up his trinket. it's sort of wrapped in a wire like a pendant. ]
White sand rose, it's called. Not a real one, but. It's a sort of good luck charm back home.
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[She'll take off a ribbon to try a new one.]
Even if it's not the real thing, it's nice that they got something that brings good luck.
W1: Friday
I really wanted to believe this wouldn't happen again.
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Sort of figured that might be too much to hope for, but. Would've been nice.
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[How does one die when they're already dead?]
You didn't find anything in the library either?
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But it must have happened at some point.
W2: Monday
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Ah... hey. [ ... ] Goin' for a new look?
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Hello.
[She seems a bit puzzled...]
I've always worn something like this.
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...Right. Maybe I'm misrememberin', then.
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Maybe she is going through it.]
Were you looking around? This place is... strange.
W2: Thursday
This is for you.
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Oh.
[ he pauses for a brief moment — not hesitating, really, just a little disoriented after being pulled out of whatever thought abyss he'd just been plummeting into. but he accepts it, with... what is the best attempt at a smile he can offer today. (it's not great.) ]
That's real thoughtful of you. Thanks.
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You're welcome. I heard this is supposed to be good for dealing with stress.
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he nods. ]
Lots of different sorts of teas that are good for that, from what I hear.
[ though at his stress level it'd probably take horse tranquillizers...
he twists off the lid of the thermos and blows lightly on the tea inside to cool it a bit before he tries taking a sip. ]
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[ It's lemon balm. Despite not doing this often, she managed to brew it well, not overly bitter from oversteeping or using a water that was too hot. ]
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[ sips... oh, that is really good. ]
It's nice. Good flavour.
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That's good. I was a little worried about how it would turn out.
w3, monday
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Um...
[ Hard to know what to say to all that. ]
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[ it's true, of course; he certainly didn't choose this... but he can't say there's not a good reason for it to come up right now, either. he never could stand having these questions unanswered, and he's not usually the type to hold back on asking, no matter how much he likes the people involved.
he frowns as the mirrors loop back around to the start, showing glodell dead on the deck again. ]
...Might as well ask while we've got it hangin' in the air here, though, yeah?
Were you telling the truth before? 'Bout it bein' self defense, that he attacked you first.
[ it's much more gentle; he doesn't have the angry, accusatory look in his eyes now that he does in the memory. he'd been worried about a threat to louis and all their goals then, but he doesn't believe firefly to be a threat to any of them now, no matter what the truth is. ]
Wouldn't have voted for you neither way under the circumstances, and I wouldn't want nothin' to happen to you now either, but. Don't much like havin' to deal with the uncertainty on top of everything else here.
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The question isn't as harsh as she was expecting.
Firefly nods. ]
I was. If I have the choice, I don't want to hurt anyone. But I... don't want to die either.