[Having fun getting to know him? Wouldn't that be nice if it were true. He doesn't have an immediate reason to leave, though, fuck. That is drastically misaligned with any attempts at calling her bluff. He's not a fun person to get to know, Amber, he had a 500 word internal monologue over trying to decide if he should lie about his favorite coffee roast.]
I don't suppose I've anything terribly pressing to attend to. [Also he talks like that.]
Great! ( she reclines, pleased with his answer. sorry, Akechi, she genuinely does want to get to know you and even if he's an absolute gremlin creature, she seems to have an affinity for those types anyway. (see: collei) )
I know the game just had us ask twenty questions to each other, but I do feel like asking more. Of course we can get to know each other a bit more organically if you'd prefer it that way, but either way ...
( Amber glances over to him, stroking her chin in thought. )
I was wondering what your thoughts are about this place. Like ... it's pretty weird, right? How do you feel about the whole "bingo squares" thing? Even if you have ones that are like ... you know. (you know)
[He settles nearby, posture stiff but in an obvious (failed) attempt to look laid back, and looks sidelong at her as she speaks. It’s not until she lowers her voice, clearly referencing the smut squares on their bingo cards that he really reacts— a sharp, bark-like sound of laughter erupts from him so suddenly even he seems surprised.]
[He fishes out his bingo card and hands it to her— he’s had little slips of paper over the smut squares, and multiple hand-written “copies” of it to offer to most people, but she gets the one that shows everything. There are also small notations in the bottom left-hand corner of the ones he’s done, dates and sometimes names.] They’re absolute horseshit, but they’re effective and I’ve got no other means of having a livable house for free, so I suppose they could be worse. There’s nothing to be shy about with the squares suggesting strange sexual acts, either— it’s merely transactional. [For as much as he would truly like to fuck with feelings at some point, he knows better.]
( her eyes skim the paper in front of her, drinking in the information. a blush tickles her cheeks when she notices the smut squares that he has filled out. Amber knows she has smut squares of her own, but she's also never had casual sex with someone before. in the past, she dated briefly, but they weren't good men and the sex was pretty terrible.
with her responsibilities lifted, she's had a hormonal awakening of sorts, where she's started to notice people and have ideas form in her head as a result of the prompts listed on the smut squares. her initial gut reaction was that there's no way she could do something like that so casually with someone!
but ... could she? perhaps this guy knows a thing or two about that. )
Hey, uh ... sorry if this is too personal for me to ask, but, when you say it's transactional ... I assume you're ... having casual sex with people here. Right?
What's it ... like? To do it so casually with people? Is it weird, or...?
[There’s only one smut square with a date— Obedience, and the date is in shorthand with the letter “K” beside it that he will probably not explain to her for some time, given she knows Kaeya.]
[Despite the fact that he doesn’t like divulging actual personal details about himself unless he’s traumadumping in a public bath, but you know, details, he shrugs one shoulder and reaches out to tap the claimed square.] In a sense of the word, I guess it is just casual sex with a stranger, but if you want to look at it that way, it also means there are no strings attached to it. No concerns about who in your life or theirs is going to be disrupted, you both are displaced, you both have a living space to occupy that started out frankly unlivable. It may not be the most… comfortable of means to an end, but… [Both his shoulders hunch upward gently, and he leans his weight away from her so he’s encroaching less on her personal bubble.] I’ve done less enjoyable things for worse reasons.
( Amber rubs her chin in thought, taking in Akechi's words while trying to make sense of them. so, the living situation becomes more comfortable here the more that squares are filled in ... she figured as much. but he seems fully content to have sex with people he's just met. it's intriguing to her, somehow. )
Right. So I see ... ( hmm ... ) I won't ask you about those unenjoyable things if they're not comfortable to talk about.
And, speaking of, I really would hate to do something that makes someone uncomfortable. I haven't been intimate in so long ... maybe I'm a little bit worried I'm not all that good or that I'll mess up. It's like I wish I could practise.
[Content is not a word you can ever really apply to Goro Akechi, and it wasn't as if he met Kaeya and was fucking him the same day, but... Well, he still knows very little about the man except that he likes to drink, likes to encourage others to drink, and pile drives like--]
[--not a necessary detail, actually.]
[Her repeated specification to not make him uncomfortable... Oddly, makes him squirm a little. He'd rather she just get out with her thoughts and potential actions than go so out of her way to be considerate of him, but that's a whole separate can of worms he doesn't exactly plan on opening upon first meeting.] I'm not sure I'm following your conversational trajectory, Amber. You bring up the oddity in having sexual relations with strangers, but then suggest you'd like to practice intimacy as if you're insinuating I should participate in practice.
[Quickly, he raises a hand with his palm splayed toward her to stop her before she can correct him or get flustered.] --now, presumptuous as that may be, I want to raise a few points for you to consider. Firstly, you're far more concerned with my comfort levels and should be considering your own, and secondly, I've already made mention I find these acts transactional. If it's of interest to you to practice and I am within your scope of persons to practice with, it's in my best interests to oblige given the rewards reaped of participation in the Goddess's little games.
W-Wait! What I meant was-!( oh, he's sharp as a tack! but Amber will try her best to explain her intentions to him. )
I-I mean ... ahem. I asked you that because I was curious to know what it's like ... You know, to get intimate with strangers and all. Just because I haven't before. But I never said I didn't want to. You know?
( the outrider blushes, and twirls some of her locks of long brown hair in her finger. it's rare that she gets shy. )
Sorry! I'm not used to talking about this stuff. It's a little embarrassing for me.
[So sharp, in fact, he doubles back around to dull quite frequently. He settles back onto one hand comfortably to watch her sidelong as she explains, trying to not look too smug at calling her out. In truth, he's a bit embarrassed by the conversational subject matter himself, having only really delved into this whole "casual sexuality" thing very recently and once, but he is little if not a good actor.]
[He hums, nodding, and affords her a gentle laugh when she starts playing with her hair awkwardly. It strangely isn't a mean-spirited sound.]
Quite all right, truly. I'm still rather new to the practice myself, it's absolutely a somewhat embarrassing topic, when considered socially. Though I do have to ask..., Why is it embarrassing? Sex is a fact of life, for those who are... ah, I believe the term is allosexual, when one identifies anywhere outside of the asexual spectrum, but I'm not an expert. [Just a fucking Redditor.] I mean that rhetorically, regardless, it's more of food for thought than something I actually need answered, especially in this exact moment.
[He sits forward and places his hands palm-flat on the ground between his thighs, stretching his shoulders and spine upward a bit like a cat.] But I digress. I don't suppose being intimate with strangers is much different than being intimate with a partner, except that in the case of the latter you know the person, generally relatively intimately, already. With that in mind, I would suggest it's... perhaps thrilling? It's new, and at least a bit exciting, though I believe intimacy is meant to be exciting.
( "not an expert", he says, yet Amber looks completely dazzled by his words. she's never heard of sexuality spectrum language before - nor does she know that it exists. this guy must be sooooo smart! it's more than a little incredible. )
Whoa ... I see! Thank you for explaining. It's just ... wow. ( she's a little bit lost for words! ) From what I can tell, you're very intelligent! I appreciate you giving me such long answer. ( Amber is more impulsive than she is rational - while not negative qualities, it does mean that she tends to leap into a situation rather than think it through. getting to hear someone so analytical is really intriguing. )
I suppose it could be pretty exciting. The thought, uh, admittedly hadn't crossed my mind until I arrived in this place. Back home I was so busy with work that I rarely dated, and when I did date some guys ... it didn't turn out so great. ( the poor woman has never been given an orgasm in her life. ) I kept thinking to myself, "what if I do those bingo squares and regret it?" But that also begs the question ... "what if I really like it?"
I ... I suppose there's no harm in trying new things, right? I've never had this sort of free time before, or the chance to explore my love life. Or ... sex life, in this instance.
[Her immediate praise startles him, because it seems so genuine, and he fixes her with a startled expression until pink slowly starts to creep across his cheeks and he clears his throat, looking the other direction in hopes of avoiding her gaze. He fidgets with his gloves, pulling them tighter against his fingers and then stretching them until the leather creaks, releasing the wrist, and starting over.]
[Luckily enough, by the time she's done airing her own thoughts, he's settled from the embarrassment and turns to look sidelong at her again. He's still fussing a bit with his gloves.]
If it helps at all, I was in a similar situation prior to my arrival here. I'm very new to the whole "intimacy with strangers", but it's working out all right for my purposes. Operating under the assumption you adhere to the Goddess's wishes and get married-- which I'm sure you will, being an attractive, smart young woman with good energy --it's all temporary anyway, right? [He means the comment of her being attractive largely objectively-- she is pretty, after all, and he figures most people here are open enough to the concept of getting married for departure to their home worlds that it's an easy enough statement to make.] It's not as if there's any harm, playing into the temporary whimsy of it. [Except when there is, but-- Well. The strange, faraway quality to his tone and his expression might give away that he doesn't believe what he's just said.]
( she's nodding along just fine with the conversation - until he says that, and she looks somewhat alarmed, blushing so brightly.)
I-I...! Uh! Wow ... ( she laughs-! a little awkwardly-!!! oh wow JEEZ LOUISE is it obvious that she doesn't get compliments on her appearance often?? she's used to hearing how commendable she is as a knight - and that she's diligent and reliable. but not attractive. despite being reduced to a flustered, giggly mess - when she looks up, he'll see her smiling. )
Thanks...! Umm ... ( is it dumb if she tells him she doesn't often get called smart or attractive? her natural course of action is just to reataliate. ) Well I think you're also smart, and good looking, so I guess that makes us even! Hehehe ...
( ANYWAY ... )
Y-Yeah, I'll ... I'll just do what I can in the time I've got. ( ... ) For what it's worth though, uh ... I'm ... glad I met you. I hope we can keep hanging out with each other, Akechi.
[They're opposites, in that-- he's so used to hearing people call him cute and variants of it he could puke, but it's different, coming from Amber. She's not some high school brat on social media squealing with her friends about how handsome the Detective Prince is, she's... Well, she has no idea who he is, for one, but she's still designating him as smart, and good looking.]
[It makes pink dust across his cheeks again to think about and he doesn't have a workable excuse to look away this time, so he just stares at the ground between them and unfortunately lets his embarrassment be displayed.] Ah, well... um. Thank you. [He's back to fidgeting with his gloves. What the fuck, she's so... earnest, and sweet? This has to be illegal.]
[He clears his throat, and startles when she speaks again, dumbfounded.] Oh. I-- yes, that... [Why is this so hard. Why is it hard to actually properly have conversations with people? He's going to crawl into the ground and die.] We're alike, in that regard.
( god ... he's so cute!! he's!! so cute!! his reaction makes her giggle fondly. she can't stop smiling! )
Well, I sure am glad to hear it. Thanks for helping me out today. Both with the bingo square and my, uh ... ( ahem ) awkward questions. It's really made me feel a lot more relaxed about being here, honestly. And I just can't wait to get to know you better!
( one day she'll know more about him, as he will her, but ... for now, she's utterly charmed. )
[She's pretty damn cute herself, and he chuckles at her giggling and the specifications of her thanks. He's inhaled to reply when she goes on to say she can't wait to get to know him better, and something ugly and dark catches behind his ribs.]
[Temporary, he'd said. It was all temporary.]
[Remembering abruptly who he is, and what he's done, he realizes no one like Amber would ever actually involve themselves with him if he wasn't pretending. She says she wants to get to know him, but she doesn't-- not really. He can't blame her, she doesn't know. His smile gets strange, and he looks back to the ground between them.] I'm glad to have helped you feel more relaxed. [He shifts, gets to his knees, then his feet.] But I suppose we ought best go our separate ways, for now?
( Amber places her hand into his, before she steps up onto her feet as well. she's quite surprised to notice just how much taller he is than her. it felt different when they were both sat down on the floor together. unfortunately for Akechi, she is authentic as she is kind, and meant every last word. the thought of seeing him again swells her heart with excitement, showing in the bright smile on her face. )
Yeah! Sounds good to me! I don't want to keep you from anything else you have to do today.
[Similarly, she's startlingly small despite her personality and energy. He'd meant it, when he said she was attractive and had good energy-- that he almost towered over her was a surprise, and it shows briefly on his face. He forgets to let go of her hand, but smiles again when she chirps her reply.]
I've some more farming things to attempt to deduce, though I'm admittedly quite awful at them. [He can't break out of the habit of trying to appear approachable, even now.]
( that lingering touch doesn't go unnoticed. and Akechi may well pick up on just how warm her hands are, particularly in that moment. as the Pyro vision strapped at her waist would indicate, she is aligned with a fire element, and she radiates a special kind of warmth. this warmth does come out with her emotions at times.
she notices a prominent ache in her face from how much she's smiling. she smiles a lot, and she should be used to it, but this is new. )
Heh, I'm still getting a handle on that stuff too. I'm far better at handiwork and anything athletic.
[He could have guessed she was athletic from her frame and how she carried herself, but it still drops like a little stone in his stomach. Her hand is so warm, he doesn't want to let go, but now that he's noticed he still has it he splays his fingers so she can recoil.]
Ah, athletic, are you? I'm particularly fond of rock climbing and cycling, myself.
I love climbing, too! You should see the size of the cliffs I can scale back home. I wish I could take you there! Cycling isn't something I've done before, maybe one day you could show me?
( it's funny, he said he was leaving, but Amber doesn't really want him to go!!?? this sucks. but she knows he has to go off and do things, as does she. he's just so great to talk to. )
[He keeps waiting for her to take her hand back. It's still so warm. Why the fuck hasn't he left yet?]
Should I come upon a cycle, I'll let you know. [He is routinely awful at Shutting The Fuck Up, but this is new. This is new in a way he doesn't know if he likes.] Do you...? [He taps his hand upward against hers, like he's making sure she realizes she can move it.]
[Head empty, no thoughts. Fuck, he's endeared. Shaking his head, he waves his now-freed hand.]
Mmn, nothing. [He reaches into the pocket of his shirt and pulls out his pamphlet from arrival, flipping to his own page in the directory.] This is me, though I've no idea how to give directions given there are no street names or anything here.
( she takes the paper and nods, with a confident smile. )
No problem! I'm sure I'll manage. ( Amber points her finger at her entry, too. ) Just for your own reference, too. I live here on this rural farm with Mishka. You're welcome to swing by any time you want to.
[He peers over her at the entry, humming in thought before he leans back on his heels, smiling briefly. His brain's gotten too fucking loud for him to actually contribute to continued time spent around her, so he just nods, and pivots, raising a hand to wave and walking off.]
[It was nice to think about, having someone like her in his life, but it would never last. Got some news for you, Kech.]
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I don't suppose I've anything terribly pressing to attend to. [Also he talks like that.]
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I know the game just had us ask twenty questions to each other, but I do feel like asking more. Of course we can get to know each other a bit more organically if you'd prefer it that way, but either way ...
( Amber glances over to him, stroking her chin in thought. )
I was wondering what your thoughts are about this place. Like ... it's pretty weird, right? How do you feel about the whole "bingo squares" thing? Even if you have ones that are like ... you know. ( you know )
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[He settles nearby, posture stiff but in an obvious (failed) attempt to look laid back, and looks sidelong at her as she speaks. It’s not until she lowers her voice, clearly referencing the smut squares on their bingo cards that he really reacts— a sharp, bark-like sound of laughter erupts from him so suddenly even he seems surprised.]
[He fishes out his bingo card and hands it to her— he’s had little slips of paper over the smut squares, and multiple hand-written “copies” of it to offer to most people, but she gets the one that shows everything. There are also small notations in the bottom left-hand corner of the ones he’s done, dates and sometimes names.] They’re absolute horseshit, but they’re effective and I’ve got no other means of having a livable house for free, so I suppose they could be worse. There’s nothing to be shy about with the squares suggesting strange sexual acts, either— it’s merely transactional. [For as much as he would truly like to fuck with feelings at some point, he knows better.]
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( her eyes skim the paper in front of her, drinking in the information. a blush tickles her cheeks when she notices the smut squares that he has filled out. Amber knows she has smut squares of her own, but she's also never had casual sex with someone before. in the past, she dated briefly, but they weren't good men and the sex was pretty terrible.
with her responsibilities lifted, she's had a hormonal awakening of sorts, where she's started to notice people and have ideas form in her head as a result of the prompts listed on the smut squares. her initial gut reaction was that there's no way she could do something like that so casually with someone!
but ... could she? perhaps this guy knows a thing or two about that. )
Hey, uh ... sorry if this is too personal for me to ask, but, when you say it's transactional ... I assume you're ... having casual sex with people here. Right?
What's it ... like? To do it so casually with people? Is it weird, or...?
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[Despite the fact that he doesn’t like divulging actual personal details about himself
unless he’s traumadumping in a public bath, but you know, details, he shrugs one shoulder and reaches out to tap the claimed square.] In a sense of the word, I guess it is just casual sex with a stranger, but if you want to look at it that way, it also means there are no strings attached to it. No concerns about who in your life or theirs is going to be disrupted, you both are displaced, you both have a living space to occupy that started out frankly unlivable. It may not be the most… comfortable of means to an end, but… [Both his shoulders hunch upward gently, and he leans his weight away from her so he’s encroaching less on her personal bubble.] I’ve done less enjoyable things for worse reasons.no subject
Right. So I see ... ( hmm ... ) I won't ask you about those unenjoyable things if they're not comfortable to talk about.
And, speaking of, I really would hate to do something that makes someone uncomfortable. I haven't been intimate in so long ... maybe I'm a little bit worried I'm not all that good or that I'll mess up. It's like I wish I could practise.
i hate goro akechi
[--not a necessary detail, actually.]
[Her repeated specification to not make him uncomfortable... Oddly, makes him squirm a little. He'd rather she just get out with her thoughts and potential actions than go so out of her way to be considerate of him, but that's a whole separate can of worms he doesn't exactly plan on opening upon first meeting.] I'm not sure I'm following your conversational trajectory, Amber. You bring up the oddity in having sexual relations with strangers, but then suggest you'd like to practice intimacy as if you're insinuating I should participate in practice.
[Quickly, he raises a hand with his palm splayed toward her to stop her before she can correct him or get flustered.] --now, presumptuous as that may be, I want to raise a few points for you to consider. Firstly, you're far more concerned with my comfort levels and should be considering your own, and secondly, I've already made mention I find these acts transactional. If it's of interest to you to practice and I am within your scope of persons to practice with, it's in my best interests to oblige given the rewards reaped of participation in the Goddess's little games.
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I-I mean ... ahem. I asked you that because I was curious to know what it's like ... You know, to get intimate with strangers and all. Just because I haven't before. But I never said I didn't want to. You know?
( the outrider blushes, and twirls some of her locks of long brown hair in her finger. it's rare that she gets shy. )
Sorry! I'm not used to talking about this stuff. It's a little embarrassing for me.
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[He hums, nodding, and affords her a gentle laugh when she starts playing with her hair awkwardly. It strangely isn't a mean-spirited sound.]
Quite all right, truly. I'm still rather new to the practice myself, it's absolutely a somewhat embarrassing topic, when considered socially. Though I do have to ask..., Why is it embarrassing? Sex is a fact of life, for those who are... ah, I believe the term is allosexual, when one identifies anywhere outside of the asexual spectrum, but I'm not an expert. [Just a fucking Redditor.] I mean that rhetorically, regardless, it's more of food for thought than something I actually need answered, especially in this exact moment.
[He sits forward and places his hands palm-flat on the ground between his thighs, stretching his shoulders and spine upward a bit like a cat.] But I digress. I don't suppose being intimate with strangers is much different than being intimate with a partner, except that in the case of the latter you know the person, generally relatively intimately, already. With that in mind, I would suggest it's... perhaps thrilling? It's new, and at least a bit exciting, though I believe intimacy is meant to be exciting.
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Whoa ... I see! Thank you for explaining. It's just ... wow. ( she's a little bit lost for words! ) From what I can tell, you're very intelligent! I appreciate you giving me such long answer. ( Amber is more impulsive than she is rational - while not negative qualities, it does mean that she tends to leap into a situation rather than think it through. getting to hear someone so analytical is really intriguing. )
I suppose it could be pretty exciting. The thought, uh, admittedly hadn't crossed my mind until I arrived in this place. Back home I was so busy with work that I rarely dated, and when I did date some guys ... it didn't turn out so great. ( the poor woman has never been given an orgasm in her life. ) I kept thinking to myself, "what if I do those bingo squares and regret it?" But that also begs the question ... "what if I really like it?"
I ... I suppose there's no harm in trying new things, right? I've never had this sort of free time before, or the chance to explore my love life. Or ... sex life, in this instance.
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[Luckily enough, by the time she's done airing her own thoughts, he's settled from the embarrassment and turns to look sidelong at her again. He's still fussing a bit with his gloves.]
If it helps at all, I was in a similar situation prior to my arrival here. I'm very new to the whole "intimacy with strangers", but it's working out all right for my purposes. Operating under the assumption you adhere to the Goddess's wishes and get married-- which I'm sure you will, being an attractive, smart young woman with good energy --it's all temporary anyway, right? [He means the comment of her being attractive largely objectively-- she is pretty, after all, and he figures most people here are open enough to the concept of getting married for departure to their home worlds that it's an easy enough statement to make.] It's not as if there's any harm, playing into the temporary whimsy of it. [Except when there is, but-- Well. The strange, faraway quality to his tone and his expression might give away that he doesn't believe what he's just said.]
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I-I...! Uh! Wow ... ( she laughs-! a little awkwardly-!!! oh wow JEEZ LOUISE is it obvious that she doesn't get compliments on her appearance often?? she's used to hearing how commendable she is as a knight - and that she's diligent and reliable. but not attractive. despite being reduced to a flustered, giggly mess - when she looks up, he'll see her smiling. )
Thanks...! Umm ... ( is it dumb if she tells him she doesn't often get called smart or attractive? her natural course of action is just to reataliate. ) Well I think you're also smart, and good looking, so I guess that makes us even! Hehehe ...
( ANYWAY ... )
Y-Yeah, I'll ... I'll just do what I can in the time I've got. ( ... ) For what it's worth though, uh ... I'm ... glad I met you. I hope we can keep hanging out with each other, Akechi.
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[It makes pink dust across his cheeks again to think about and he doesn't have a workable excuse to look away this time, so he just stares at the ground between them and unfortunately lets his embarrassment be displayed.] Ah, well... um. Thank you. [He's back to fidgeting with his gloves. What the fuck, she's so... earnest, and sweet? This has to be illegal.]
[He clears his throat, and startles when she speaks again, dumbfounded.] Oh. I-- yes, that... [Why is this so hard. Why is it hard to actually properly have conversations with people? He's going to crawl into the ground and die.] We're alike, in that regard.
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Well, I sure am glad to hear it. Thanks for helping me out today. Both with the bingo square and my, uh ... ( ahem ) awkward questions. It's really made me feel a lot more relaxed about being here, honestly. And I just can't wait to get to know you better!
( one day she'll know more about him, as he will her, but ... for now, she's utterly charmed. )
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[Temporary, he'd said. It was all temporary.]
[Remembering abruptly who he is, and what he's done, he realizes no one like Amber would ever actually involve themselves with him if he wasn't pretending. She says she wants to get to know him, but she doesn't-- not really. He can't blame her, she doesn't know. His smile gets strange, and he looks back to the ground between them.] I'm glad to have helped you feel more relaxed. [He shifts, gets to his knees, then his feet.] But I suppose we ought best go our separate ways, for now?
[Despite himself, he offers her a hand.]
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Yeah! Sounds good to me! I don't want to keep you from anything else you have to do today.
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I've some more farming things to attempt to deduce, though I'm admittedly quite awful at them. [He can't break out of the habit of trying to appear approachable, even now.]
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she notices a prominent ache in her face from how much she's smiling. she smiles a lot, and she should be used to it, but this is new. )
Heh, I'm still getting a handle on that stuff too. I'm far better at handiwork and anything athletic.
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Ah, athletic, are you? I'm particularly fond of rock climbing and cycling, myself.
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( it's funny, he said he was leaving, but Amber doesn't really want him to go!!?? this sucks. but she knows he has to go off and do things, as does she. he's just so great to talk to. )
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Should I come upon a cycle, I'll let you know. [He is routinely awful at Shutting The Fuck Up, but this is new. This is new in a way he doesn't know if he likes.] Do you...? [He taps his hand upward against hers, like he's making sure she realizes she can move it.]
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O-Oh! Sorry. Yeah. That'd be great! ( way to go, Amber. she just laughs awkwardly. UHH. )
Huh? Do I what?
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Mmn, nothing. [He reaches into the pocket of his shirt and pulls out his pamphlet from arrival, flipping to his own page in the directory.] This is me, though I've no idea how to give directions given there are no street names or anything here.
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No problem! I'm sure I'll manage. ( Amber points her finger at her entry, too. ) Just for your own reference, too. I live here on this rural farm with Mishka. You're welcome to swing by any time you want to.
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[It was nice to think about, having someone like her in his life, but it would never last.
Got some news for you, Kech.]