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brokencode) wrote2016-08-22 05:17 am
brokencode) wrote2016-08-22 05:17 am
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[Angel slipped in careful to give Walter a wide berth. They'd hung out on several occasions, but Angel was till careful to give him space. She did offer Reed a wide smile as she passed by, of course.]
It was... interesting. [She shrugged uneasily.] About as good as any day spent with Jack could have been.
It was... interesting. [She shrugged uneasily.] About as good as any day spent with Jack could have been.
[...]
This is hardly a fitting conversation to be having with a stranger.
Usually I try to save such talks for the second or third interaction....Ah.
I'm sorry.
It's something that just hits very close to home, and I've never been good with people to begin with.
Are we allowed to start over?
I'm sorry.
It's something that just hits very close to home, and I've never been good with people to begin with.
Are we allowed to start over?
[ Chris already has his go-to rented Talonflame for any deliveries, and Angel's no exception. After a few knocks at Angel's door, she'll be met with a small package carefully wrapped by Jill. Inside is a birthday card with little encouraging messages from both Jill and Chris, alongside some poffins for Angel's pokemon, and a small set of keychains for the birthday girl.
Chris mentions on the card that he and Jill will keep an eye out for any Vanillites for her in the future. As well as authentic, black and fitted leather gloves to keep her hands warm. ]
Chris mentions on the card that he and Jill will keep an eye out for any Vanillites for her in the future. As well as authentic, black and fitted leather gloves to keep her hands warm. ]
I understand.
It is just... hard to let it go. He is my father, and there is much I wish we could have had. Still hope to have, even. I know it is naive but... I suppose that is just how he raised me.
We can absolutely start over though.Edited 2017-03-11 08:06 (UTC)
[It's not worth it to hold on those sort of hopes, Anthy wants to say - that's what lets the pain back in. But she keeps that to herself.]
Alright.
Hello, my name is Anthy Himemiya. It's nice to meet you.
Alright.
Hello, my name is Anthy Himemiya. It's nice to meet you.
It's nice to meet you, Anthy. My name is Angel.Walter nodded. Privately, he had zero desire to spend any time with 'Handsome Jack'. His main experiences in silently watching Jack's messages on the network and the few times he's had to deal with him in person were enough to convince him that he didn't want to involve himself in anything Jack did or said.
Reed was very happy to have been acknowledged, giving a deep hoot and puffing out his chest a little. Walter followed her politely, looking ove rthe offered pastries. He was still going to order a cinnamon roll for himself, but it always surprised him to see treats he recognised and remembered from his previous life.
"Do you...still want to try the cinnamon buns?" He asked quietly, not wanting to limit her options.
Reed was very happy to have been acknowledged, giving a deep hoot and puffing out his chest a little. Walter followed her politely, looking ove rthe offered pastries. He was still going to order a cinnamon roll for himself, but it always surprised him to see treats he recognised and remembered from his previous life.
"Do you...still want to try the cinnamon buns?" He asked quietly, not wanting to limit her options.
[Immediately following this, Angel's 'Gear will probably alert her that she's got an incoming video call. It's the middle of the day and Krieg's out rambling in the routes around Ecruteak as usual, so he's not nearby.
Yet.
He just has one very small, very quick question to ask her.]
Where are you?
Yet.
He just has one very small, very quick question to ask her.]
Where are you?
[This was... not unexpected, considering the day. But the timing is impeccable, considering the tears still in her eyes. She brushed them away as best she could, before pulling her 'Gear back to her.]
I'm home. [A breath, complete with the hopeless of hopes that her voice wouldn't shake. It did.] Why? Is something wrong?
I'm home. [A breath, complete with the hopeless of hopes that her voice wouldn't shake. It did.] Why? Is something wrong?
[Tear-streaked cheeks, puffy eyes, shaky voice...it's just as bad as he'd feared.]
Yeah. What'd he say??
[Unless she can talk Krieg down (although let's be real, she has the best chance out of anybody to do just that), Armin's ass is grass.]
Yeah. What'd he say??
[Unless she can talk Krieg down (although let's be real, she has the best chance out of anybody to do just that), Armin's ass is grass.]
Who? [Her brows drew together. The timing was uncanny , and Armin had been oddly quiet but... he was far too timid to go to Krieg for anything, right?] I haven't gone to see Jack yet. I'm fine, Krieg.
Blondie!
[...Honestly, it's probably a good thing he's so worked up about Armin and Angel's current tears. He's so focused on that, Jack's name doesn't even phase him.]
[...Honestly, it's probably a good thing he's so worked up about Armin and Angel's current tears. He's so focused on that, Jack's name doesn't even phase him.]
[Surprise~!]
[Under her breath, she uttered a short curse, or at least a curse with training wheels. She appreciated Armin's concern, but this was hardly the way to go about it. It was clear that whatever details he'd imparted on the psycho, they weren't very good ones.]
Nothing! He didn't... it was my fault. I told him about Pandora, about Jack and what you did to help me. I... was more overwhelmed than I expected.
[Under her breath, she uttered a short curse, or at least a curse with training wheels. She appreciated Armin's concern, but this was hardly the way to go about it. It was clear that whatever details he'd imparted on the psycho, they weren't very good ones.]
Nothing! He didn't... it was my fault. I told him about Pandora, about Jack and what you did to help me. I... was more overwhelmed than I expected.
Edited 2017-03-12 04:03 (UTC)
[Surprise~!]
[Insert record rip here.
That...makes a lot of sense, honestly. Angel can probably see Krieg's indignant rage evaporate in the face of her explanation. After a moment, he relaxes visibly, lowers his 'Gear away from his face to a more reasonable distance, and fidgets a few times while he works out an intelligible response.]
Mmng...
[He drops his gaze briefly and fidgets a bit more before looking back at her again.]
...You're okay?
[Insert record rip here.
That...makes a lot of sense, honestly. Angel can probably see Krieg's indignant rage evaporate in the face of her explanation. After a moment, he relaxes visibly, lowers his 'Gear away from his face to a more reasonable distance, and fidgets a few times while he works out an intelligible response.]
Mmng...
[He drops his gaze briefly and fidgets a bit more before looking back at her again.]
...You're okay?
[Frustrating as Armin's reaction had been, it was touching in a way. He'd gone to one of the few people that both understood her past and also consistently brightened her future. Likewise, Krieg's response garnered a very similar reaction.]
I'll be fine soon enough, I promise.
I'll be fine soon enough, I promise.
[He probably doesn't need to run back to the inn to make sure, but...he's going to, anyway. He studies her face closely for several long moments, bringing the device back up to his face in order to do so, before grunting his acknowledgement.]
Okay.
See you soon.
Okay.
See you soon.
I'm... I'm well, thank you. Today is my birthday, and a very nice woman just wished me a happy one.
I really appreciated that, even if it didn't sound like it.
How are you?[Lifting a hand to her chin, Angel considered the treats behind the glass case. There were a great many options, so many that she wasn't sure she could pick just one. She hadn't been eating like a little bird of late, so at least she had that going for her.]
[And it was (sort of) her birthday. She could afford to get two treats. That way, she could have her cake and eat a roll too. Or however that line had gone.]
I think I'll get a cinnamon bun and a one of those [She squinted at a bright pink treat.] Macaron?
[And it was (sort of) her birthday. She could afford to get two treats. That way, she could have her cake and eat a roll too. Or however that line had gone.]
I think I'll get a cinnamon bun and a one of those [She squinted at a bright pink treat.] Macaron?
[Angel opened her mouth to protest, but closed it again. There was no sense arguing with him -- the determination of a psycho was nigh impossible to beat.]
[Instead, she simply shook her head and sat back on her bed. He'd be there soon enough. At the very least, as long as he was with her, she'd know that he wasn't attempting to enact revenge on Armin.]
[Instead, she simply shook her head and sat back on her bed. He'd be there soon enough. At the very least, as long as he was with her, she'd know that he wasn't attempting to enact revenge on Armin.]
Walter nodded, pulling out his wallet. He intended for this to be his treat. He had invited her here, so he should pay shouldn't he? "Two cinnamon rolls, and two...macarons, please." He did pronounce it incorrectly; like macaroni, without the 'e' sound at the end. But the server understood and gave them what he had asked for.
Thankfully there was seating outside and the weather was dry and only a little chilly.
Thankfully there was seating outside and the weather was dry and only a little chilly.
[Aw.]
I'm alright. I've just met someone new, and I hope we can be friends.
I've always had trouble making them.
I'm alright. I've just met someone new, and I hope we can be friends.
I've always had trouble making them.
I think I would like being your friend, Anthy. [She frowned at his wallet, frowned that he was paying for it when she'd ordered extra. But... he didn't seem to be kicking up a fuss about it. She thanked both the cashier, then turned on her heel to lead him outside.]
[After settling down at the table, she offered Walter a tender smile.]
Thank you for this.
[After settling down at the table, she offered Walter a tender smile.]
Thank you for this.
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