deercountry | there's so many ways to give in

[Faith has had a trying night. It started when she was out on patrol, when she was thinking about several different things that she's been doing her best not to think about at all.

Jealousy swims around her mind, bitterness, anger. It's directed at plenty of people, and obviously as always chief among them is Buffy Summers, who got to die a hero when all Faith ever asked of her was to let her die as the villain. If not the love interest, at least let her be the villain, anything but the knockoff. Buffy got freedom while Faith let herself stew in prison for the sake of Buffy's comfort when she could have been there to save her, and Buffy got some other boyfriend to replace the last bland as paint guy she threw herself onto... but the jealousy seeps out even further. Anyone she's spoken to who has people from their home here who they'd consider a friend, who have people that they trust, who have family.

She resents them all, and normally the feeling isn't this strong. A year ago, Faith wouldn't have been able to tell this isn't normal, but it's not. It's just another annoying whim of this island like this loneliness.

It shouldn't come as a surprise when Faith keeps thinking she sees Buffy dressed up in Faith's clothes every time she turns the corner to another empty street.

It becomes a lot harder to dismiss when she finds herself confronted by that same apparition of Buffy, who stares directly into her soul (like she always has) and strangles and beats her down. Faith puts up a fight but it doesn't take long for her fight or flight to switch gears, and then it's just a matter of running on an injured leg and ignoring the searing pain from her injuries.

And that brings us to the now, when she's escaped, and is sitting out the front of her apartment, trying to bandage her own healing stab wound while dealing with her sprained ankle at the same time. The bruises on her neck and the wound on her head are both things she's decided to ignore for now. If you see her, she'll pointedly not look at you, but she's clearly having a rough night.]

[It looked like a bad night, and where Tara might have asked questions before, it's become a bit standard that something could happen in a place like this that's both crazy and rough. And given the job of Slayer, seeing Faith dressing up her wounds isn't completely out of the ordinary. How often did she come home to see Buffy doing the same?

Still, the rattled look on Faith's face and the seeming air of defeat, it's obvious it's more than just a rough and tumble.

Given how patient she's been with Tara and offered to just listen, Tara makes the effort to offer Faith the same. She takes a seat next to her, taking over the bandaging of her stab wound.]

Is that too tight?

[She doesn't respond at first, beyond tensing up and freezing like a deer in headlights.

What if it was Buffy, who'd just arrived, who'd heard that Faith was here and decided that she needed to be put down? Willow and Tara would take her side, obviously, and so would all of their friends...

That's crazy. Buffy's not her. Buffy wouldn't kill her. Except she did.

No. It can't have been Buffy because Buffy's not the stab first ask questions later kind, nor would she be able to kick the shit out of Faith so easily. She knows there's something fucked up happening, and it's not Buffy's arrival because she'd feel it if Buffy arrived.]

It's fine. Better to be tight than too loose. It'll heal anyway, I just don't wanna spill any more of this vileblood.

[There's a look on her face, something that tells Tara she's been experiencing strange things. Given how this world could bring certain horrors, it's not really a surprise. What surprises her is how quickly she jumps to something supernatural bothering Faith than anything natural.

She keeps wrapping the bandage around Faith, tugging it a bit tighter at the suggestion. It's not deep, at least. No need for stitches. Was that some of that famous slayer endurance?

A part of her felt guilty. Of late they had been patrolling together. Maybe this happened because Tara wasn't there to watch her back. Which...is a bit arrogant. Like a slayer needed her help. If anything, she was just being humored in keeping Faith company. Strange that it actually mattered to her.]

What happens if you spill your blood?

[She hesitated, biting her lip.]

What happened to you?

Melts shit, y'know? It's like acid or whatever. My house is already pretty shitty, I don't need to make it worse. [She looks at the bandage and gives a pained smile. She appreciates it.

It hurts, the injury, her pride, but the emotional sting of seeing that again hurts more. It's like she hasn't changed at all, she's still rewriting things so Buffy's the bad guy. But Buffy's rewriting things too. Like how she never told anyone that you were in prison because you chose to be, and not because the police of all fucking things shackled you down.

It's not fair for her to be even thinking this. They're not her. She can recognize that.

So she blinks at Tara's statement, a few seconds delayed by the whirlwind of jealousy in her mind.]

Well. You know. Trench hallucination, I guess? Some kind of demon I couldn't fight.

I have something like that. Mine can corrode someone's skin or...drain their emotions. It's dark and feels like, maybe I'm the reason, because I'm wrong somehow. I came back wrong. [It was hard to even say that, to admit the thing that had been hanging over her. But apparently Faith was easier to talk to than anyone else. Not that she's a stranger or anything, but...maybe because she's had so much going on that she might understand someone that feels messed up.] I think I'm the tainted one.

[She quickly wipes her cheeks. The whole event with Willow finally hitting her fully.]

What sort of hallucination?

...You're not tainted. [It's almost instinctual, to try and reassure Tara of that. People have been trying to convince Faith she's poison for a long time, and nobody's been more persuasive on that selling point than the voice in her head that Faith can only identify as her own.] I know it's not that simple to believe, but I don't think anyone's tainted.

[She shifts, somewhat uncomfortably at Tara's question.]

...I saw Buffy. She - it took away my power and started just... trying to beat me to death I guess.

No, it's not, but it's nice to hear. If it was anyone else, it would just feel like a reflex of theirs. The sort of mindless comfort someone might give. You're a bit different.

[Someone that might really know what that feels like.]

Buffy? [She frowned.] Did something happen before you saw her?

[Haru's no stranger to wounds and bruises. In fact, over the years, she's gotten pretty good about patching things up. And though it's rude to stare, Haru does, only for a moment to decide whether to stop and help or to carry on her way.

She's no bleeding heart but...she's also not heartless either, and there's been a weird push of wanting to put herself out there more, meet new people, make friends. She approaches Faith, setting down her tote bag full of groceries from a late night run (which is...a bad idea in Trench, but a girl needs to eat).]

Hey...mind if I help? [Her voice is careful and sounds young.] I'm used to patching people up.

[Faith regards the rabbit girl suspiciously at first, the paranoia and jealousy worming it's way into her head.

It's so easy to be good for some people, she doesn't even know me, she just wants to be able to say she's better, she'll hold it over my head forever.

It's almost stupid enough to give her the strength to dismiss those thoughts out of hand. Almost.]

...Thanks, that'd be... nice. [She purses her lips and scoots over, the suspicion in her eyes dying down into something more akin to exhaustion.] Just be careful of my blood, it's vileblood so... a real bitch to wash out of your clothes.

[Haru remains none the wiser of what Faith is thinking, but in part of being a Paleblood she does sense her distrust.

Well, it's also pretty obvious without her bloodtype's help, honestly. Haru takes a seat besides Faith, reaching but hesitating as the woman gives forewarning.] Vileblood, huh? I know a few people like that.

Besides, I'm Paleblood so...I don't think Vileblood does much harm to me.

[She presses onward, with little fear of getting stains on her clothes, carefully undoing Faith's bandage to make for a tighter, cleaner fit.]

There, how's that feel? It's hard to patch yourself up with only one hand.

Well... if you're sure.

[She watches the rabbit girl's movements. If Faith were in her shoes, she'd be afraid, she thinks. In the proud, stand-offish sort of way that Faith ever allows herself to be afraid anymore.

After-all, she deserves these wounds, they were inflicted as retribution from the girl who tried to help her and received only betrayal. She's... evil. Whatever that means.]

...Thanks. [She's been patching herself up for a while now. Both here and at home. Nobody else was going to do it.] Um, I owe you one.

I'm Faith.

[There is a part of Haru that is afraid, but it's inherent of her species, of being a small prey animal when faced with the smell of blood and violence. But she's learned how to push through it, and it feels good to help someone who seems lonely.

Lonely people should stick together, right?

As she finishes, she rests her hands at her knees.]

Faith huh? That's a nice name. I'm Haru, and you don't owe me anything.

It's just a bit of patching up.

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Haru's a pretty name. [She shifts awkwardly, glancing down at her arm. A mark left by a lover, a kiss that she refused to return. Of course that's where her head goes. She's so pathetic and fucked up.

Lonely is an excellent word to describe Faith, which is why she'd never use it herself.]

...This month's pretty shitty. First the confession curse now apparently I'm seeing things that aren't there and they're kicking my ass. [And taking away anything that was ever special about her.]

[It's again, a similar case where Faith was literally just minding her own damn business patrolling Crenshaw for monsters, when all the things she keeps buried deep inside where nobody can call her weak or reject her or pity her for them just keep threatening to spill out, and Faith keeps shoving it back down where her feelings won't hurt her.

But it's getting worse. It's been happening for days. She's on the verge of blacking out now, and in the midst of all the pain she drew a knife and held it against her hand, anything to stop the pain, anything.

At least that's what her subconscious had intended. Faith rouses herself from the pain and drops the knife with a nervous clatter.]

Shit. I-I didn't... [She looks dumbstruck, and genuinely afraid.]

[ There are a lot of things one can see while walking the streets of Trench. Ange is very, very much used to that concept by now.

But while she has learned to just ignore some weird things she comes across, it's a whole lot harder when she suddenly notices someone pressing a knife to themselves, rather than to a monster. She can't even dismiss it like a dumb fight or something, if only this person had pressed their knife to another person's throat.

And when Ange glances up from the dropped knife to the hand, and then to the person's face - she realises she recognizes it, even though it had been darker the last time they spoke.

Ange doesn't know Faith well enough to know whether this is normal, but it sure doesn't seem that way. It's why she's frowning as she approaches the other. Still mostly a pokerface, but.. there's a touch of concern in it. ]

Hey. [ Mostly said to actually draw Faith's attention, since the other seems a little lost in her own emotions right now. ] .. is everything alright?

[ Because it sure doesn't seem that way right now. ]

[She looks rattled, and she whips her head around to see Faith. Her eyes are wide and scared and have none of the usual cool exterior she tends to show strangers. Rather, she looks like a wounded and frightened animal.]

I didn't do that. Or, I didn't mean to do that. I just... [She's been in a lot of pain, and she got it in her head that cutting her hand off would fix it.

She wants to say that she's fine, she'll be okay, Ange doesn't need to bother, but she can feel the pain bubbling back up so all she does is wince.] I thought it'd make the pain stop, I think. This month's latest curse, I guess. They want me to spill something, blood of secrets.

Okay.

[ It's not a pacifying 'okay', not necessarily. It's an objective 'okay'. It's Ange's sign that she gets the situation here. ]

Don't pick that up again. [ She gestures at the knife. Ange is sure Faith realises that as well, but there's clearly some influence over the other that's stronger than Faith herself necessarily is. And Ange doesn't want to dive for the knife herself and have to keep it away from the other. It's easier to just let it remain there, so Faith doesn't feel threatened either. ]

Instead-- if you think that spilling a secret might help, just tell me something, and see if that helps.

[ This is the perfect moment for Ange's pokerface and nonchalant tone. They make it really easy to remain cool, even in the face of a situation that causes her more concern than she's letting on to. ]

I mean, what can it hurt to tell something to someone who might as well be a total stranger? [ They only spoke once before, after all. And even then, they didn't exactly go into anything too deep. ] It's like calling one of those dumb anonymous confession lines.

I can't lose the knife. It's the last thing I have from...

...Maybe. I'll try.

[You also live with two of my only allies in this place, one of whom has every reason to want to slit my throat.

She doesn't say that. The pain bubbles up inside her and she winces.]

I like... girls?! [Is that enough? Apparently not. Then, like pulling teeth she feels the awful truth come crawling out of her throat.] I'm in some... fucked up type of lovestruck pining thing with a girl who hates my guts and I kinda hate her guts and she's not even fucking here, and I'm the one who should be dead instead of her, and all we ever did was try to fucking kill each-other and now I'm...

[All alone in an empty house full of nothing but the weapons you use to kill because you're too proud to let anything else in.] ...on my own again. And it fucking sucks.

[Her instincts are screaming for her to run, but the pain is easing so the euphoria of not feeling that pain bubbling up inside her is taking her energy. She lets out a bitter laugh.] God, I hate this. Is it like this every month? Jesus.

[ Well, that sure.. is something. It's not quite the kind of secret she expected to come out, but there it is anyway. Ange is not sure whether the fact that she - outside of Ruby - never really found herself caring much for the entire relationships deal in the first place makes her the best person to confess this sort of thing to, because she sure won't judge, or the worst, because it's not like she can even fully get it.

After all, why would you love someone you kind of hate-- maybe she shouldn't think about it, it'll just give her a headache. ]

Pretty much. [ Ange instead says, once Faith reaches that last part. It comes with a casual shrug of her shoulders. Maybe doing it this way is the easiest. Faith doesn't seem like the type who'd prefer soft sympathy over someone just taking it all in nonchalantly, but Ange can't be 100% right about her read on the other. ]

It's fine to feel lonely though.

[ Maybe that edges a little more towards the soft sympathy, but Ange is careful to take the softness out of it. Maybe if she presents it casually, it won't hit the other as hard. ]

I spent about half a year in Deerington feeling absolutely miserable because I felt so alone. It's not like it's weird to feel that way, right after being shoved into a place where you don't know anyone, let alone whether you can trust them to not blast a bullet into your head or not.

Edited 2022-02-15 22:35 (UTC)

[She looks at Ange, and there's a deep exhaustion behind her eyes. The objectivity helps. It's not pity, which makes Faith want to run less.]

Yeah, well, everyone I've made the mistake of trusting has betrayed me sooner or later. Sometimes I even betray them first because I'm a vicious evil bitch. [She smiles thinly.] It's the lesser of two evils, believe me.

The Slayer's always meant to be alone, anyway. It's our fucking... birthright or whatever.

And you're just going to submit yourself to that fate?

[ If Ange was speaking to someone she was closer to, there would have been fire in those words for sure. If there's anything Ange is, then it's a fierce protector of other people's rights to decide about their own lives, especially after all the crap she herself went through in her life.

But considering the situation, and considering the fact that this is the first real deep stuff she's learning about Faith - a vicious evil bitch, huh. - it's said more in her usual tone, despite this not being quite as deadpan. ]

You don't seem like the type.

[Her immediate response to that is to bristle with anger at being mocked or challenged. Scream that she's been trying so long and so hard to be loved, to be better - and it's true that her mind does it's work and imagines and intrusive imagined scene where she's driving a knife into this girl's heart.

But maybe it's true. She'd already done the cowardly thing and run twice, and she thought she was being brave by turning herself in but that was just more cowardice and she was having her vacation in prison while her only friends were grappling with life and death.

Her voice is just a bit petulant.]

Alright, what the hell do you suggest then? I just get over it?

[ It says something about the way Ange's expression doesn't seem to change, even in the face of the petulance. It could be that it's just because she has no idea about everything that's going through Faith's head right now, or maybe Ange is just particularly good at weathering this sort of thing in the first place.

Or maybe - just maybe - something about it is just a little familiar, though it's not like she's ever going to own up to that, please. ]

Well, for one, you're not exactly in your own world anymore now.

[ Which could be an entire new problem of its own, but Ange is just carefully shoving that off to the side for a moment. ]

None of us have some special role here or whatever. Nothing to live up to. No fate to have to abide by.

[Faith frowns, hunching in on herself.

Special role... It is supposed to be a special role, isn't it? Faith only got a few months of having any kind of a role before she became a side character in Buffy's little show.

(Not even the love interest, not a partner, barely even a rival. Of course she settled for villain instead.)

She lets out a sigh, the petulance leaving her.] I mean, tell that to the bitch in my dreams dragging me out to the desert. But yeah, I know.

It's not a Slayer thing. Buffy had a whole little circle of adoring fans. You live with two of 'em. [And both have told her she's irredeemable at different points.] It's just... me.

Even if I don't want to be alone, I don't... [Want to inflict myself on anyone else. Want to fall into the same cycle. Want to be a sidekick again.] ...know how to be anything else, I guess?

Why?

[ Look, is this getting invasive as heck? Yes, and Ange is well aware of that. It's not like she's totally tactless, after all. She knows that this is a little too direct, perhaps digging a little too deep, but she can't help but feel like the only way to sort through this even a little bit is to get right to the heart of the matter.

Because that was exactly the case for her. She was dumb about this for the longest time too before she got all shook up about it eventually. ]

I mean, there's either two options. [ Ange rests a hand on her hip. ] Either you're worried about yourself, or you're worried about others. Until you figure out the exact reason why it's so hard to snap out of that cycle, you're not going to get out of it.

[ .. Ange pauses for a moment, slowly releasing a breath. ]

I know that I'm sounding like a huge know-it-all here, but trust me, this is 100% personal experience. [ If anything? She honestly kind of wishes someone told her this stuff earlier, before wasting months and months in Deerington. ]

[That last point is the only reason that Faith doesn't just snarl at her to fuck off. She can tell why Willow likes this girl, they both have a habit of getting to the heart of things that gets under Faith's skin.

Instead, she stares at the ground for about half a minute, calming any animalistic urge to bite or run.]

Is there a difference? Hurting people comes as easy to me as breathing. Easier, even. [She presses her mouth into a thin line.] And I get... scared, and I lash out, and then I ruin everything for myself again.

And that... hurts more than just having nothing to begin with.

[ Ange would say there is an important difference, but it doesn't feel as important to convey that in the face of what Faith is saying now. Ange does try to listen to it carefully despite her pokerface, if not just because something about Faith right now seems like a cat that has been backed up into a corner.

And the last thing you should do around an animal like that is do something stupid and provoke it. ]

Well.. You're already being honest with yourself.

[ After all, Faith said it a moment ago. Regardless of whether it's induced by some urge or something she truly wanted to say, she still admitted that she didn't want to be alone. That feels important. ]

And it seems to me that the cause of all of it lies in that feeling. Feeling scared, and then lashing out. [ And then driving people away, like a vicious cycle. Like Ange's own abandonement complex shutting down her heart entirely out of fear, and that in turn only making her more lonely. ] It's not like it's the easiest thing in the world to get rid of a certain fear, but that does seem to be the solution, right?

.. Or at the very least finding some way to partially soothe it.

I think the problem is that the fear's not wrong, exactly. [Faith has enough self awareness that her fear of abandonment or betrayed trust isn't rational, but she also knows it's inevitable that she'll be abandoned or betrayed again.

It's just part of social interaction. People will abandon her. They'll die, and she'll be left alone, or they'll turn their back on her, give up on her, realize she isn't a good person...]

I'm... working on my anger. That's easier than getting rid of something that's come from a lifetimes worth of instinct. So maybe I can handle those things without ruining my life all on my own. [She sighs.]

Doesn't... really change the fact that I have just about nobody. Except Willow and Tara but it's... complicated.

Nobody?

[ She's kind of tempted to dig into the Willow and Tara stuff, since Ange is curious as all hell about that. But after Faith already confessed this much to her, that'd feel like a little much. She can't take that much at once from the other, no matter how burning Ange's own curiosity is.

After all, who knows. Maybe Willow and Tara will just randomly mention it to her anyway at some point. ]

Even after talking to the people in this place? [ Sure, sure. Ange knows there's huge assholes around. But also-- ] Some people consider you their best friend for life after talking to them once here.

[ .. maybe that's a slight exaggeration.

But to a total introvert like Ange, it's only slight. Some people here are just way too friendly for their own good. She is dating one of these people, she's the ultimate experience expert here!!

It's not too hard to gain connections here, from her own experience. ]

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[She does snort and smile a little at that, amused.]

You mean like one Ruby Rose?

Maybe? [Faith has no idea how to ask that of people!! How do you clarify if you're friends or even just acquaintances or if they hate your guts?] I don't fuckin' understand those people.

[Let alone trust them to not turn tail and run at the first sight of something ugly in Faith, which is the bigger problem.]

[ Wow, Faith! Faith, please! Ange was busy calling out your issues, don't just flip this chessboard on her over here by suddenly mentioning Ruby like that.

But even with as embarrassing as it is - how does she know!!, Ange thinks, as if not everyone in this entire city knows - it also works here. Kind of. Because.. ]

Well, if you really want to use Ruby as an example, then you should definitely get to know her. If you haven't yet. [ Ruby works fast, after all.. ]

She's definitely the kind of person to see the best in everyone. No matter what all those other people think of themselves.

Yeah, well, I did get into a fight with her uncle about his vampire boyfriend, so. [She shrugs. She's still a little annoyed about that, is the thing. She still finds it incredibly frustrating how Willow was treated like an irrational control freak for thinking that having a vampire in their house was a bad idea. Willow might have forgiven but given that Faith was treated like Willow's hunting dog and grouped in with her, she's not quite so generous.

But Ruby's nice. She likes Ruby. Not enough to call her a friend but enough to kill a man for her.] She seems like a good kid. I gave her cookies once and I think that's about the same as a blood pact from her perspective.

[Nevermind that that suggestion is also complicated by her relationship with Willow. It's hard navigating the labyrinth of loneliness, seething jealousy, guilt and externalized hatred for the entire world.]

That sounds like Ruby alright.

[ Though Ange is momentarily hung up on the mention of 'vampire boyfriend' for a moment there, because her brain has to catch up with that phrasing. After all, Ozpin was the vampire, right. But surely Qrow and Ozpin.. are not...

.. ugh. You know what? She doesn't even want to think about that mental image. Bye. Shoved out of her mind forever, thanks. ]

She stayed in the house too when that all happened, you know. Ruby was the only person from their world who stuck around. I know she can seem a little..

[ ...

Wait, Ange is trying to think of how to word this positively, because she loves every piece of Ruby to hell and back, but-- ]

You know. A little.. impulsive? [ She means more something along the lines of 'dumb', but that feels rude! And is not fully true! ] But when it comes to understanding other people's feelings, she's a total champion. She was super nuanced about that situation.

[ Unlike other people involved in it. ]

That's why I think it couldn't hurt for you to get to know her better. She isn't easily turned away. That girl is like a barnacle.

[It's okay, Faith considers being smart a negative trait. And it's not like she's particularly brilliant either. Though she'd also strangle someone if she thought they were calling her stupid, so Faith gets the hesitance.] I mean, I don't judge in terms of impulsivity. I'm stupidly reckless.

[Faith didn't understand the inner house politics at work, she mainly knew that Willow was catching shit from all sides. Which, in fairness, Willow's decision was stupid, and Faith told her so at the time.] I can do that.

[She lets out a sigh, resting her head against the bench. Then quirks a small smile.] You like her a lot, huh?

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[ .. gah.

This isn't quite the turn Ange expected the conversation to make. The surprise doesn't fully show up on her face, but she does pause for a moment, like she has to suppress the urge to do a double take at those words.

Her only blessing is that her blood is weird enough by now that it doesn't really show when she blushes. ]

Of course I like her. [ S-Sheesh!! ] I generally try to make a habit out of not dating people I don't like.

[ Obviously. But that's exactly why Ange is saying it with a dry sort of tone, trying to cover up her embarrassment with the usual deadpan. ]

[She chuckles. It's cute, really. And not even in a way that makes Faith violently jealous.]

Relax, I'm just fuckin' with you. Your secret's safe with me. [Yes, scarcely known secret that Ange likes Ruby and (maybe) Ruby likes Ange.]

Edited 2022-03-02 10:44 (UTC)

[ Trench's most well-kept secret, clearly. ]

Yeah, I'm sure people would be real surprised about that, considering the fact we're basically always around each other. [ And share a bed, but it's out of total coincidence that Ange is lucky enough to not mention that around Faith of all people. ]

.. anyway. [ Moving!! On!! ] Are you feeling a bit better now?

[ Ange glances at the knife on the ground - visibly so, like she's gesturing at it that way. ]

Not feeling the urge anymore?

[It's okay, Faith assumes they're screwing without the additional intel.] Yeah, it'll be breaking news. [She smirks, deciding to throw Ange a bone.]

A little, I guess. Pain's stopped. And I think I can touch the knife.

...Thanks. It was, uh, nice of you. I'm used to people running off screaming by the time I get past the first confession.

[In fairness, her old friends were just very sensitive.] Not that I do this... emotional shit often. [Feeling things is gay.]

[ At least that's a relief to hear. It's not even like she's close to Faith, like she said before, but even so - Ange is definitely the type who doesn't like just doing nothing when someone who isn't 100% a pile of crap given flesh is doing badly. No matter how Ange herself tries to come across as the cool, uncaring type most of the time. ]

One time I had to read about my older brother's obsession with breasts in way too much detail. [ Ah, there we go. That's the usual flat deadpan tone that Ange uses, and the facial expression to go along with it. ] Hearing someone discuss a self worth or social skills issue or two in comparison is nothing.

[ Look.

It's not untrue. ]

.. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I can handle a few things. So if that urge comes back, just call me or whatever. [ Look at Ange, trying to make 'I'll help you' sound as anything but that. And trying so darn hard, despite how obvious it is. The life of a tsundere is hard. ] As long as it's not in the middle of the night.

[Faith is normally more careful than this, she always double checks any drink she's been given and that's just as true for food. She's not a trusting person, she never has been and probably never will be.

Yet as she finds a bowl of chocolates just resting at a table nearby, she plucks one out and pops it in her mouth.]

(OOC: Put whichever chocolate you want in the title. The only ones I'm not interested in are raspberry, pecan and vanilla! This prompt's deliberately vague.)

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