he finds: five bottles of wine, two guns, bottle of bleach and like a package of whatever laundry pods, six forks, two butter knives, and eight spoons, the eight ball from the billiards room, a roll of toilet paper, a pack of cards and three random board games, a trumpet, three bottles of hair dye, and like five jackets/coats. plus some sticks, all buried in a corner of the attic.
he also finds beau behind him, all of her feathers fluffed up. ]
[ it's fine, a bunch of fucking marbles fall out of her pockets. ]
Give me it! [ this is the pettiest of fighting, she's not even trying to hurt him, just like trying to pin him and wrench the trumpet out of his hands. ] Don't fuckin' hiss at me, you brat!
[Not even trying to fight either, so they're just rolling around, struggling over a trumpet. The brat comment gets him even more riled though, enough that he . . . spits fire? It's just a tiny bit of pink flame. But. It did just happen.]
[ excuse. the pink flame is kind of cute? it'd be more cute, it's just when she sees it, she sort of immediately scoots back and lets him have the trumpet. hm.
she blinks, and her eyes go from blue to orange. ]
I believe mine is the same. [Apart from, like. Very tiny fires for comedic purposes and lighting candles.] I will not tell anyone. After speaking with Blue, I understand we should be saving these things. I think we will have a fight ahead of us.
[ . . . Then handing back the trumpet.]
It's good that you voted for me. It was what you needed to do.
Nah - me too. We'll see them again, I promised him. And Peach says we're getting close, too. [ a beat. ] Thanks for bringing the hat back to me, by the way.
[ that takes a second more for just staring down at her lap, and then she glances up at him. ]
You didn't do it on purpose. [ there's a lot in her expression - a little bitterness, a lot of sadness, but mostly understanding. ] And you lost him too.
[For all the people he's made the same apology to, no one's really mentioned that part of it. He blinks for a moment, a little taken aback, before he's back to neutral.]
Is it wrong, that I wish someone would be angry with me?
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he finds: five bottles of wine, two guns, bottle of bleach and like a package of whatever laundry pods, six forks, two butter knives, and eight spoons, the eight ball from the billiards room, a roll of toilet paper, a pack of cards and three random board games, a trumpet, three bottles of hair dye, and like five jackets/coats. plus some sticks, all buried in a corner of the attic.
he also finds beau behind him, all of her feathers fluffed up. ]
Hey.
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I'm taking this.
[RUDE?]
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I am taking it. It's rightfully mine.
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What do you mean its yours? Since when do you have a trumpet?
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[WOW! Trying to just. Leave.]
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HISSING AT HER, scrabbling to try and get out of her grasp, stubbornly holding onto that! trumpet!]
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Give me it! [ this is the pettiest of fighting, she's not even trying to hurt him, just like trying to pin him and wrench the trumpet out of his hands. ] Don't fuckin' hiss at me, you brat!
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she blinks, and her eyes go from blue to orange. ]
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[Oops?]
. . . I voted correctly. I received a reward.
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... Did you get some of your fire back?
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Some. And it still is not speaking to me.
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Maybe it's trying and it can't yet. [ a pause. ] I voted correctly too.
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[Nodding.]
For me, I assume. [He doesn't mind! He's pretty glad he got caught? Even Galo voted for him.] Did you receive anything useful?
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[ sniff. ] I got some of my ki back. I get the impression it's one time use, but - it should come in handy. Don't let anybody know about it, okay?
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[ . . . Then handing back the trumpet.]
It's good that you voted for me. It was what you needed to do.
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Yeah. [ it looks like she wants to say something else - but she stops herself. lio doesn't need to hear it. ] I think we've got a fight coming too.
I'll be right next to you, too. I voted for you because I had to, but that doesn't change anything. We're gonna keep going, right? Side by side.
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[Shooting a bit of a glance at the beanie too.]
I also believe we will see the dead again. [ . . . ] That is not meant to absolve me. Only that hope is not lost.
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Nah - me too. We'll see them again, I promised him. And Peach says we're getting close, too. [ a beat. ] Thanks for bringing the hat back to me, by the way.
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I'm sorry. That I took him from you.
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You didn't do it on purpose. [ there's a lot in her expression - a little bitterness, a lot of sadness, but mostly understanding. ] And you lost him too.
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Is it wrong, that I wish someone would be angry with me?
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[ honestly. ] I'm a little angry at you. I'm a little angry that you and Galo are okay and I just - have an empty room.
But that's not fucking fair of me, and I know it.
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