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Tinya felt eyes on her long before she'd turned around to see that yes, she was being followed. Which wasn't entirely unexpected or unexperienced, she'd been fairly famous back home. First for being a Wazzo, then for being a Legionnaire. In general, she liked for all eyes to be on her.
Though, this follower seemed...different. For starters, they were totally nude. At first, she thought that they may be like her, not feeling the chill in the air one bit, but public decorum had to be maintained. Wandering through town completely starkers didn't do it.
She instinctively tried to phase but again found it impossible, a maddening experience. So she had to brace herself for a fight. Sasuke was a strict taskmaster and a fascinating opponent, she was getting her ass kicked but learning more every day. So Tinya stopped walking and whirled around to face her follower, but they weren't there.
Instead, she faced a small boy, painfully skinny and with dirt on his face. But the feel of his gaze felt the same as the previous person's. Something was very, very wrong.
Tinya backed up and into a small shop, hoping that an audience would make her follower pause. It didn't. He followed her in, crowding into her personal space.
Her apologies to whomever owned the shop and to the onlookers, things were likely going to go poorly.
Though, this follower seemed...different. For starters, they were totally nude. At first, she thought that they may be like her, not feeling the chill in the air one bit, but public decorum had to be maintained. Wandering through town completely starkers didn't do it.
She instinctively tried to phase but again found it impossible, a maddening experience. So she had to brace herself for a fight. Sasuke was a strict taskmaster and a fascinating opponent, she was getting her ass kicked but learning more every day. So Tinya stopped walking and whirled around to face her follower, but they weren't there.
Instead, she faced a small boy, painfully skinny and with dirt on his face. But the feel of his gaze felt the same as the previous person's. Something was very, very wrong.
Tinya backed up and into a small shop, hoping that an audience would make her follower pause. It didn't. He followed her in, crowding into her personal space.
Her apologies to whomever owned the shop and to the onlookers, things were likely going to go poorly.
Tinya never denied her desires and felt guilty for them even less. So it was an unpleasant experience, denying the feelings she had for Hunk. The Hunk of the other world and the Hunk of this world. She nearly drove herself crazy the night they'd had dinner together, keeping the longing out of her eyes and voice.
But she was smart enough to know that trying to hasten things would likely only make them fall apart. She could be patient. To a point. For once she was sorry she wasn't in the other place with him, she'd been through enough Valentine's Days there to know that something would always come along to hurry them on the way.
The stress was likely getting to her, she was suffering the most awful headache she'd ever had in her life, doubling over in full public view. The humiliation of that only made her feel worse, but she was afraid she'd get sick if she tried standing upright again.
So she reached out and caught a sleeve. "Please, can you help me find a place to sit down?"
But she was smart enough to know that trying to hasten things would likely only make them fall apart. She could be patient. To a point. For once she was sorry she wasn't in the other place with him, she'd been through enough Valentine's Days there to know that something would always come along to hurry them on the way.
The stress was likely getting to her, she was suffering the most awful headache she'd ever had in her life, doubling over in full public view. The humiliation of that only made her feel worse, but she was afraid she'd get sick if she tried standing upright again.
So she reached out and caught a sleeve. "Please, can you help me find a place to sit down?"
What was the old Terran saying? Beware strangers bearing gifts?
They couldn't get much more strange than the being who'd appeared out of nowhere. But that was unkind of her and she'd far rather focus on the amazing aroma of chocolate he seemed to exude. The price? A drop of blood? That was the easiest price she'd ever been asked to pay.
Her blood itself was a shock--pale blue and seeming to solidify even before it landed in the chalice. The irony of becoming a literal blue-blood wasn't lost on her, but she could mull over that later.
In the meantime, she now had a large box of chocolates and was willing to share with anyone who gave her a friendly look.
((OOC: open to milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate, caramel, almond, orange, strawberry, cherry, coffee, hazelnut, and peanut butter))
They couldn't get much more strange than the being who'd appeared out of nowhere. But that was unkind of her and she'd far rather focus on the amazing aroma of chocolate he seemed to exude. The price? A drop of blood? That was the easiest price she'd ever been asked to pay.
Her blood itself was a shock--pale blue and seeming to solidify even before it landed in the chalice. The irony of becoming a literal blue-blood wasn't lost on her, but she could mull over that later.
In the meantime, she now had a large box of chocolates and was willing to share with anyone who gave her a friendly look.
((OOC: open to milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate, caramel, almond, orange, strawberry, cherry, coffee, hazelnut, and peanut butter))
Edited 2022-02-11 02:02 (UTC)
Sasuke had been dealing with his own struggles through some of the month, but it's fortunately one of those days that he hasn't woken up on the completely wrong side of the bed this morning. His corruption levels have still put his sharingan permanently locked on, and so his eyes are hardly their usual black, but it's the only strange part of his appearance and attitude for the moment.
Which is more than he can say for Tinya. He had been doing his best to not look at others, just in case his powers were to fluctuate again, but when someone grabs onto his sleeve, it's hard to ignore them. It's harder still when he realizes he recognizes them.
Rather than snapping like his instincts tell him to, he reaches out to try and help her balance, using his only arm to reach out and gently grip her forearm as he tugs her towards a bench that he hopes isn't too far from them. "This way. Come on."
Which is more than he can say for Tinya. He had been doing his best to not look at others, just in case his powers were to fluctuate again, but when someone grabs onto his sleeve, it's hard to ignore them. It's harder still when he realizes he recognizes them.
Rather than snapping like his instincts tell him to, he reaches out to try and help her balance, using his only arm to reach out and gently grip her forearm as he tugs her towards a bench that he hopes isn't too far from them. "This way. Come on."
Tinya was no fool. She was well aware that Valentine's in places like this or the other one were times of mayhem, of feeling confessed but better left unspoken, or gestures forward rebuffed and kept to the status quo. But that didn't make things any easier because never in that other place had resisting what she wanted result in pain.
When she sees Sasuke's eyes, it takes her a brief moment, longer than she'd like to recognize him. His eyes look unlike anyone's she'd ever seen in the entire United Galaxies and were she in her right mind, she'd be decidedly curious about them. Though approaching the subject in little cat steps to avoid offense.
She'll feel terribly sorry and awkward when she came back to her right mind and realized that it was his sleeve she'd grabbed but in the meantime? Any space station in a galactic storm.
Sasuke helps her regain her footing, which she'll always be grateful for. She absolutely despises seeming weak, no matter what the stimuli. And she lets him guid them to a bench which she plops down on with none of her usual grace. She knows that voice..."Sasuke. Thank you. I--I don't know what's come over me. Are you all right?"
When she sees Sasuke's eyes, it takes her a brief moment, longer than she'd like to recognize him. His eyes look unlike anyone's she'd ever seen in the entire United Galaxies and were she in her right mind, she'd be decidedly curious about them. Though approaching the subject in little cat steps to avoid offense.
She'll feel terribly sorry and awkward when she came back to her right mind and realized that it was his sleeve she'd grabbed but in the meantime? Any space station in a galactic storm.
Sasuke helps her regain her footing, which she'll always be grateful for. She absolutely despises seeming weak, no matter what the stimuli. And she lets him guid them to a bench which she plops down on with none of her usual grace. She knows that voice..."Sasuke. Thank you. I--I don't know what's come over me. Are you all right?"
It's easy to see things are still off, that it wasn't just some brief passing spell that she might have gotten over once she had clutched on to him. He would wave off her concern, but his hand is still holding onto her arm even after they've finished sitting, just in case. He only lets go once he's sure she's solidly on the bench and not about to double over again and slip.
"I'm fine," he says matter-of-factly, like it's silly to even worry about him. "You're the one who looks a mess."
Okay, mess may be a bit harsh and not entirely accurate, but it's the only word he's got for the situation.
"Do you need something to drink?"
"I'm fine," he says matter-of-factly, like it's silly to even worry about him. "You're the one who looks a mess."
Okay, mess may be a bit harsh and not entirely accurate, but it's the only word he's got for the situation.
"Do you need something to drink?"
She's been in pain before. Pain of the loss of her husband. Pain of getting her husband back again, only to find out that he might not be hers. Pain of always being not good enough, a half-breed. Those kinds of pain, she can overcome with a smile and gentle reassurances that no, there's no need to worry about her, she was fine.
And she'd been through physical pain, too. Pain of being burned alive. Pain of childbirth. Those were harder to mask after the face, but she'd done it. But this? This was all of those pains, compounded all into one nightmare of feeling.
She recognizes the matter-of-fact tone he takes and resolves to bring that up at a later time, but she also recognizes his brand of concern and appreciates it, even as the headache she was having made her want to crack her skull in two in hope that that would stop it. "...I do? Crap. I know I put on something pretty today." A joke, if a bad one.
Even nodding hurt. "Water. Definitely water. I'm scared anything else might make me sick. Thank you for helping me." Even pain couldn't make her forget her courtesies.
And she'd been through physical pain, too. Pain of being burned alive. Pain of childbirth. Those were harder to mask after the face, but she'd done it. But this? This was all of those pains, compounded all into one nightmare of feeling.
She recognizes the matter-of-fact tone he takes and resolves to bring that up at a later time, but she also recognizes his brand of concern and appreciates it, even as the headache she was having made her want to crack her skull in two in hope that that would stop it. "...I do? Crap. I know I put on something pretty today." A joke, if a bad one.
Even nodding hurt. "Water. Definitely water. I'm scared anything else might make me sick. Thank you for helping me." Even pain couldn't make her forget her courtesies.
The joke isn't lost on him, even if he doesn't give a visible reaction to it. He was expecting it, almost, given how much she'd already reminded him of his closest friend. It seemed to be the go to of most of the people in his life, even. He had never quite understood it, but then again, Sasuke's humor was already fairly stiff.
But he nods at her request for water. His hand moves from her arm to her shoulder as he stands from the bench, giving it a reassuring squeeze at her thanks, before he goes to the closest place that might have a glass and some water that could be spared. It doesn't take him very long and it's only a few minutes before he's holding out a cup to her.
"It's warm. So it doesn't shock your stomach." He's taken care of people who are nauseous plenty of times to have learned a few tricks, apparently.
But he nods at her request for water. His hand moves from her arm to her shoulder as he stands from the bench, giving it a reassuring squeeze at her thanks, before he goes to the closest place that might have a glass and some water that could be spared. It doesn't take him very long and it's only a few minutes before he's holding out a cup to her.
"It's warm. So it doesn't shock your stomach." He's taken care of people who are nauseous plenty of times to have learned a few tricks, apparently.
She has to try to joke, even at her worst. Even at her worst or possibly especially at her worst, she tries to deflect pain from herself and onto an outside source. Here. There. Home. Anywhere. She can't let anyone in on the suffering, not until it becomes so incredibly great that it would kill another, either physically or mentally. Or both.
And she clings to the feeling of Sasuke's touch like it was a lifeline. Not as a potential romantic interest, she has only one in mind, but as a friend. Potentially family. Even if it's never spoken, in the other place it had taken Alfred Pennyworth to call her a granddaughter for her to accept it in her soul. But when he offers her the glass, she takes it tentatively, trying to disguise her eagerness.
"Oh. Good. Good that you thought of that, I might have just--just stuck my head in below a public fountain and wouldn't that be a mess?"
And she clings to the feeling of Sasuke's touch like it was a lifeline. Not as a potential romantic interest, she has only one in mind, but as a friend. Potentially family. Even if it's never spoken, in the other place it had taken Alfred Pennyworth to call her a granddaughter for her to accept it in her soul. But when he offers her the glass, she takes it tentatively, trying to disguise her eagerness.
"Oh. Good. Good that you thought of that, I might have just--just stuck my head in below a public fountain and wouldn't that be a mess?"
Caring about others is something that Sasuke has always struggled with, likely would always struggle with, but there's no denying that he's allowed himself to have some form of connection to the woman in front of him. He couldn't put a finger on what sort, but it's enough that he's watching her carefully as she takes the water, taking in as much information about her well-being as possible as he does.
"It would've at least made a scene," he says with a hint of what may have been teasing, but it's hard to tell when he keeps his voice and his expression as flat as he always does.
He goes to take a seat beside her, staying quiet for a moment, before finally prying; "Are you ill? Or is it this place?"
"It would've at least made a scene," he says with a hint of what may have been teasing, but it's hard to tell when he keeps his voice and his expression as flat as he always does.
He goes to take a seat beside her, staying quiet for a moment, before finally prying; "Are you ill? Or is it this place?"
There's always struggle in caring about others. Her mother had tried to brow-beat her mother into not giving a shit, only for her to cry when one of the diplomats she'd flirted with leave his wife in hopes of pursuing her. The Wazzo fortune always had to be part of it, but she'd gone out of her way to convince this particular man that she wanted to know his thoughts.
Small wonder that she fled to the Paris Opera Ballet after that.
And connections...she'd say that those made a person strong. Far from weak. The weak stood alone. The strong had someone there always to watch their back and defend it. No matter what. At least that's been her experience.
"Ohhhh, no. No. The last thing I want to do is make a scene. I don't know how I'd live that down." And hers might be serious. Might not. It's up to him to tell.
And she's glad when he sits by her. "I---I don't know. It might be me. It might be this place. The Mistress knew that in the other place, it would always wreak havoc come the Terrans' Valentine's Day. Even for those of us who didn't give a single fuck about the origins of that day and were only interested in the chocolates."
But the mention of chocolates drew out another groan from her.
Small wonder that she fled to the Paris Opera Ballet after that.
And connections...she'd say that those made a person strong. Far from weak. The weak stood alone. The strong had someone there always to watch their back and defend it. No matter what. At least that's been her experience.
"Ohhhh, no. No. The last thing I want to do is make a scene. I don't know how I'd live that down." And hers might be serious. Might not. It's up to him to tell.
And she's glad when he sits by her. "I---I don't know. It might be me. It might be this place. The Mistress knew that in the other place, it would always wreak havoc come the Terrans' Valentine's Day. Even for those of us who didn't give a single fuck about the origins of that day and were only interested in the chocolates."
But the mention of chocolates drew out another groan from her.
He isn't surprised in the least by her response. In any other situation, he may have even allowed himself to give a snort of amusement at it. The present situation causes him too much concern to allow the lightheartedness on his end, though, and instead he lets out a sigh.
He wouldn't be surprised if this place was trying to make trouble for people. The holiday is unfamiliar, but he does know he's seen a number of sweets around. He hasn't tasted them, he's never cared for sweets, but he has noticed a strange thought telling him maybe he wouldn't hate these ones. It seemed out of place in a way that was suiting for Trench.
"I don't know what Valentine's Day is, but there have certainly been enough chocolates around. If that's something that carries between universe, that makes the thought of it being this place a little more likely." He pauses, knowing about his own maladies, knowing the way he's been suffering in silence for reasons he hasn't been able to place. "What are you experiencing?"
He wouldn't be surprised if this place was trying to make trouble for people. The holiday is unfamiliar, but he does know he's seen a number of sweets around. He hasn't tasted them, he's never cared for sweets, but he has noticed a strange thought telling him maybe he wouldn't hate these ones. It seemed out of place in a way that was suiting for Trench.
"I don't know what Valentine's Day is, but there have certainly been enough chocolates around. If that's something that carries between universe, that makes the thought of it being this place a little more likely." He pauses, knowing about his own maladies, knowing the way he's been suffering in silence for reasons he hasn't been able to place. "What are you experiencing?"
That was what she'd always done when something was upsetting her. Deflect, deflect, deflect, everything was fine, really! And back home, the other Legionnaires saw her as the team confidante, so she'd often wind up weighed down by their troubles, too. But she couldn't deflect from this.
She wouldn't be surprised at all if this place was messing with her for Valentine's. She knew she missed her Hunk. The one here was nice enough to her, but she knew better than to blurt out that in the other world, there was a Hunk and he loved her. So, again, everything was fine, really!
"It's a very popular Terran holiday celebrating love. This is going to be the first Valentine's Day in a long time when I have no one to celebrate it with. And...this is embarrassing, but there's someone here who I knew a version of in the other world. We were a couple there."
Saying that seemed to alleviate some of her headache. It was still splitting and making it hard for her to keep her eyes open. "It's the worst headache I've ever had, but--but mentioning him seemed to almost...help?"
She wouldn't be surprised at all if this place was messing with her for Valentine's. She knew she missed her Hunk. The one here was nice enough to her, but she knew better than to blurt out that in the other world, there was a Hunk and he loved her. So, again, everything was fine, really!
"It's a very popular Terran holiday celebrating love. This is going to be the first Valentine's Day in a long time when I have no one to celebrate it with. And...this is embarrassing, but there's someone here who I knew a version of in the other world. We were a couple there."
Saying that seemed to alleviate some of her headache. It was still splitting and making it hard for her to keep her eyes open. "It's the worst headache I've ever had, but--but mentioning him seemed to almost...help?"
Love. He's sure that Konoha had a holiday about love, likely, though he can't remember what or when it was celebrated. He'd ignored it readily, never wanting to admit to feelings as strong as that, given the way the Uchiha Curse often manifested around the emotion. Love was always tied to pain.
So he's not entirely surprised by the fact that her headaches seem to have something to do with her emotions for the man who he assumes has no memory of their previous relationship. He frowns in thought, staring at the sidewalk still, before he chances a glance over to her.
"Tell me about him, then." If it helped to mention him, continuing to would likely help further, right? "I don't know many people here, so it's unlikely I'll even know who you're referring to."
So he's not entirely surprised by the fact that her headaches seem to have something to do with her emotions for the man who he assumes has no memory of their previous relationship. He frowns in thought, staring at the sidewalk still, before he chances a glance over to her.
"Tell me about him, then." If it helped to mention him, continuing to would likely help further, right? "I don't know many people here, so it's unlikely I'll even know who you're referring to."
Bgztl was far more practical about things. The Mistress was a fertility goddess, not a love goddess. One didn't require the other and that was understood by the planet's blue-bloods. Marriages were often arranged in the cradle for the maximum social, political, and financial benefit of each side and one took lovers on the side once they were married.
Tinya's bloodline was particularly sought after, but poor relations after poor relations led to her family tree becoming a family single line. Then her mother had the audacity to elope with the groundskeeper. And Tinya only made matters worse.
And it's painful in its own way to be in Hunk's company, to hold her tongue and not blurt out that she loved him and a him had loved her right back and couldn't they maybe try dating? She'd die of shame first. It wasn't that she was some wilting flower, far from it, but appearances had to be maintained. And she meets his gaze, hoping she doesn't look as miserable as she feels.
"I, um. Okay. He's an engineer from a future, but not my future. And this is probably going to seem strange, but he helps pilot a giant robot. He's kind and he's gentle and he was so good to me," and she can feel the throbbing headache ease a little more.
"He loves to cook and that's something we often did together back in the other world. It was...nicer than I thought it could be, cooking with someone else. He loved the fact that I'm a ballerina and I like to wear pretty princess clothes, but I could still put up one Void of a fight. His name is Hunk Garrett and I miss him so much."
And the headache was...gone? "Sweet Mistress, you're brilliant. It worked! It really worked!"
Tinya's bloodline was particularly sought after, but poor relations after poor relations led to her family tree becoming a family single line. Then her mother had the audacity to elope with the groundskeeper. And Tinya only made matters worse.
And it's painful in its own way to be in Hunk's company, to hold her tongue and not blurt out that she loved him and a him had loved her right back and couldn't they maybe try dating? She'd die of shame first. It wasn't that she was some wilting flower, far from it, but appearances had to be maintained. And she meets his gaze, hoping she doesn't look as miserable as she feels.
"I, um. Okay. He's an engineer from a future, but not my future. And this is probably going to seem strange, but he helps pilot a giant robot. He's kind and he's gentle and he was so good to me," and she can feel the throbbing headache ease a little more.
"He loves to cook and that's something we often did together back in the other world. It was...nicer than I thought it could be, cooking with someone else. He loved the fact that I'm a ballerina and I like to wear pretty princess clothes, but I could still put up one Void of a fight. His name is Hunk Garrett and I miss him so much."
And the headache was...gone? "Sweet Mistress, you're brilliant. It worked! It really worked!"
Sasuke listens without even a sign of wanting to interrupt or ask a prying question. The way she talks about him makes it clear that she had bonded deeply with him, that her love was as real as any that he's heard people talk of back home. It reminds him of the way Hinata would sometimes talk about Naruto or how Sakura...
He pushes the thoughts of Sakura from his mind. It's his own mistakes to bear and he can feel his eyes stinging. He doesn't know if it's from the sharingan being activated too long or because of his own silence, but he'd rather have his eyes bleed several times a day than be as strong as Tinya just was.
When she calls him brilliant, though, there's actually a smile that forms at his lips. He lets out a single chuckle, keeping his gaze on the ground still, and shaking his head. "I just used common sense. I'm glad it seems to have freed you from your burden. I can't imagine the emotional pain is any less, but you shouldn't have to suffer physical pain alongside it."
He pushes the thoughts of Sakura from his mind. It's his own mistakes to bear and he can feel his eyes stinging. He doesn't know if it's from the sharingan being activated too long or because of his own silence, but he'd rather have his eyes bleed several times a day than be as strong as Tinya just was.
When she calls him brilliant, though, there's actually a smile that forms at his lips. He lets out a single chuckle, keeping his gaze on the ground still, and shaking his head. "I just used common sense. I'm glad it seems to have freed you from your burden. I can't imagine the emotional pain is any less, but you shouldn't have to suffer physical pain alongside it."
They had and it was a bond the worst of the other place couldn't sever. When Hunk left, she thought she'd never see him again and it hurt more than she'd be able to say. Even though a voice in the back of her mind had to remind her that she had even more romantic problems back home. But those could wait. She was beginning to wonder if she'd ever go back home for keeps.
She feels like she's had a weight removed from her shoulders as well as the relief of having that headache gone. She's so used to being strong, to cover all of her doubts and uncertainties with a smile and a reassurance that she was fine.
And she sees that smile and it makes her happy. Sasuke always seemed so serious all the time and it worried her, that being serious all the time couldn't be easy. But pot, meet kettle. They both had defense mechanisms, even if they were opposite approaches. "Common sense is rare, I've noticed. The Mistress knows I was incapable of using it myself. And...the emotional pain is still there, but it helps knowing that someone else knows."
She feels like she's had a weight removed from her shoulders as well as the relief of having that headache gone. She's so used to being strong, to cover all of her doubts and uncertainties with a smile and a reassurance that she was fine.
And she sees that smile and it makes her happy. Sasuke always seemed so serious all the time and it worried her, that being serious all the time couldn't be easy. But pot, meet kettle. They both had defense mechanisms, even if they were opposite approaches. "Common sense is rare, I've noticed. The Mistress knows I was incapable of using it myself. And...the emotional pain is still there, but it helps knowing that someone else knows."
"Hn."
It's not much of an answer at first. Partly because he's surprised to hear her say something he so heavily agrees with about common sense, but mostly because he's never been able to understand when people find sharing their pain more relieving than keeping it inside. Guarding himself has been the only way he's ever known how to function. It was what he was taught from a young age and only further had instilled in him after the murder of his family.
Naruto always said it helped, though. So he shouldn't be so surprised that she find relief in it too. It was going to be hard to keep his emotional distance with so many similarities between the two of them.
"Have you tried speaking to him about it all?"
It's not much of an answer at first. Partly because he's surprised to hear her say something he so heavily agrees with about common sense, but mostly because he's never been able to understand when people find sharing their pain more relieving than keeping it inside. Guarding himself has been the only way he's ever known how to function. It was what he was taught from a young age and only further had instilled in him after the murder of his family.
Naruto always said it helped, though. So he shouldn't be so surprised that she find relief in it too. It was going to be hard to keep his emotional distance with so many similarities between the two of them.
"Have you tried speaking to him about it all?"
This hex has afflicted Lance as well, rocketing his corruption levels to heights he hasn't yet felt. He's had to cover his left eye with a patch and with the Leviathan's arrival almost upon them, the added stress has him sleeping even less than usual. He's trying to walk to clear his head when he sees Tinya double over as he turns a corner and she grasps at his sleeve.
She's familiar somehow, but the corruption has started to affect his mind, including his memory. Still, even though he is struggling to place how he knows her in this moment, he automatically reaches down to steady her. His response to her request is delayed as the corruption again makes him more detached and out of it at this moment.
"Yeah… yeah, come on." He looks around and spots a place with outdoor dining out front nearby. Then he guides her over to the closest chair. It's too cold for this space to be used by the little cafe that owns it, so hopefully they won't be shooed away. "D'you… need some water?"
She's familiar somehow, but the corruption has started to affect his mind, including his memory. Still, even though he is struggling to place how he knows her in this moment, he automatically reaches down to steady her. His response to her request is delayed as the corruption again makes him more detached and out of it at this moment.
"Yeah… yeah, come on." He looks around and spots a place with outdoor dining out front nearby. Then he guides her over to the closest chair. It's too cold for this space to be used by the little cafe that owns it, so hopefully they won't be shooed away. "D'you… need some water?"
She's been around the Legion of Hormonal Teenagers for three years back home and in another place which...she'd rather not think of for three years. Seemingly simultaneously. Simple observation taught her that common sense wasn't something most people had, much less used. Her mother had gotten people to vote against their own interests more times than Tinya could count.
But it did help to get the pain out in the open. She understood why secrets were necessary a lot of the time, but she tried to be as open-hearted as possible, even when it hurt. But hurt was better than having a soul like the Void.
"Not...in so many words. I asked him to dinner one night and we got along well. The other world sort of...forced our hands. This one will need a lot more delicacy, but I can do that."
But it did help to get the pain out in the open. She understood why secrets were necessary a lot of the time, but she tried to be as open-hearted as possible, even when it hurt. But hurt was better than having a soul like the Void.
"Not...in so many words. I asked him to dinner one night and we got along well. The other world sort of...forced our hands. This one will need a lot more delicacy, but I can do that."
She's not corrupted, but she is in pain. Her head felt like it could split open and like that would be a relief. Something to drive the pain away, something to help keep her from staggering along, barely conscious of where she was and who was around her, so she grasped for the fist sleeve she could.
And she squints her eyes enough to be aware that it's Lance who stopped her. Which was both good and bad. Good, because maybe he'd have insight as to whether or not Hunk would love this her. Bad because she was probably going to have to spill her guts. Not literally (she hoped).
"Thank you. Thank you for helping me," she murmured as they went into the dining area. She wasn't cold at all thanks to her blood, but she still wondered if she should keep up appearances. "Oh. Yes, please. And some unsalted crackers, if they have any?"
And she squints her eyes enough to be aware that it's Lance who stopped her. Which was both good and bad. Good, because maybe he'd have insight as to whether or not Hunk would love this her. Bad because she was probably going to have to spill her guts. Not literally (she hoped).
"Thank you. Thank you for helping me," she murmured as they went into the dining area. She wasn't cold at all thanks to her blood, but she still wondered if she should keep up appearances. "Oh. Yes, please. And some unsalted crackers, if they have any?"
Sasuke hums in response, wondering for a moment or two about whether or not it was even a good idea to pursue a love who couldn't remember an entire life you had together. But those aren't answers he's at all equipped to answer, given that he can't even sort out his own love life with someone he's been friends with for years. Sort of.
"If you're sure it's the right choice," he says finally, careful in his words, not wanting to say the wrong thing somehow. At least he gets he's prone to it and she's had warning on that. "I'd hate to see you end up in worse pain."
"If you're sure it's the right choice," he says finally, careful in his words, not wanting to say the wrong thing somehow. At least he gets he's prone to it and she's had warning on that. "I'd hate to see you end up in worse pain."
A pause and then her request registers, "Oh, yeah. Totally."
And he's off to go inside the little cafe and ask if they have any crackers… they don't even know what those are. So he has to spend a couple minutes trying to articulate it, and then finally he says there's a woman not feeling well and do they have anything for that. What he's given is… not crackers. But apparently it should help?
What he places on the tiny table nearby is what looks like a scone… made of rainbows, "Uh… they said it'll help?"
And he's off to go inside the little cafe and ask if they have any crackers… they don't even know what those are. So he has to spend a couple minutes trying to articulate it, and then finally he says there's a woman not feeling well and do they have anything for that. What he's given is… not crackers. But apparently it should help?
What he places on the tiny table nearby is what looks like a scone… made of rainbows, "Uh… they said it'll help?"
She wouldn't be able to tell him if he asked. She'd wondered about that herself, that in the end all she'd be was disappointed. But she knew how to conceal that, put on a happy face and reassure people that she was fine, really. It had been a tactic which worked back home well enough. And aren't they a pair?
"I'm not. Not really. Places like this change people, so I wonder if he's still the him I fell in love with." She sighed. "Sweet Mistress, why must life be so complicated?
"I'm not. Not really. Places like this change people, so I wonder if he's still the him I fell in love with." She sighed. "Sweet Mistress, why must life be so complicated?
She's trying to not betray how much her head hurts, but all she wants to do is close her eyes and try to sleep in hopes it was gone when she woke up. But she appreciates his willingness to help, even if all she can offer in return is a weak smile.
She's moderately surprised to receive a rainbow-colored scone in the place of crackers, but what was that old saying? Beggars couldn't be choosers? It seemed appropriate in this case. "I hope so. The Mistress knows I can't stand this headache forever."
So she broke off a bit of scone and ate it. It tasted good, but she wasn't sure how much it helped with her headache. "...ugh. Not terrible, but I don't feel any better."
She's moderately surprised to receive a rainbow-colored scone in the place of crackers, but what was that old saying? Beggars couldn't be choosers? It seemed appropriate in this case. "I hope so. The Mistress knows I can't stand this headache forever."
So she broke off a bit of scone and ate it. It tasted good, but she wasn't sure how much it helped with her headache. "...ugh. Not terrible, but I don't feel any better."
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