[ the glow of their face is just dimmed enough she can probably see a half-smile of acknowledgement. ]
I tried silence and it wasn't working. [ so. chill tunes it is. but they do stop what they're doing when she sits at the bar and they take the flowers. ]
...Yves gave me a bouquet a while back. I'd never gotten flowers before, so I had no idea what to do with 'em... but he mentioned sometimes people would save 'em like this.
[a little shrug.]
So, I figured-- what the hell! I'll do that until I decide what else to do with these. Turns out passing them to other people is about all I've come up with.
Oh. [ just. oh. they hold a flower with one hand, and the other is currently covering their mouth as their elbow's planted on the countertop. through the hazy glow, she can see their eyes close for a second as if they're recomposing themselves for a moment. ]
Giving and receiving flowers is kind of a luxury, sometimes. But I've heard of people saving them, too. It's not a bad idea. [ and it's not a bad idea to pass them to other people, too, as long as she keeps a few for herself. ]
I just thought... you know. You might not mind having one or two yourself.
[she didn't miss the fact they actually showed up today, or how they were doing yesterday; she isn't exactly looking the other way as they compose themselves, but she leaves them be about it.]
I know, I know. [ they do in fact know what to expect from her, but they are cradling the flowers to put them somewhere safe. ]
But yeah, sure. I'm gonna send my own delivery over I think. They'll probably get some use out of it. Got stuff in mind, or you just wanna grab what looks good?
Yeah, Zhongli asked for some wine I made him while he was still here. And Charlie mentioned some stuff so I've been supplying what I can.
[ mmm... ]
Not so sure about Saber, but Lucas has a damn strong tolerance. No matter what I gave him he held on. I was thinking some nice wines though. I don't know if he'd think to do a mixer by himself. But I do have a good bottle of bourbon I could pass along.
Yeah, I was definitely thinking wine. That's usually what Yves would go for... the bourbon's not a half bad idea either, probably? Even if it doesn't get used as a mixer, I think it's pretty good on its own.
Yeah. I can do that. [ just. lifts the piece of the bar that allows her behind the counter if she wants to come help while they grab a box to start loading it with bottles. never mind that their hands are shaking a little, but they seem to know where everything is. ]
Probably good idea to send regular beer to them, too, right? Easy, social drinking material.
Probably have some White Claws still packaged for ease somewhere... [ but oh. they hear the request and they think that it's probably so she can reach to put things in the box, so on the counter it goes. ] Sorry, better?
Thanks for the clarification, considering everything else going on this week. [ wry. but they do take a breath and they're trying to settle again. but, eventually: ]
... you know, I, uh. Usually skip those things? But it didn't feel right to miss this one.
[ there's just an exhaled laugh, like the kind a person gives when they are having trouble knowing how to appropriately respond. ]
Yeah, this felt pretty personal. On both sides, actually, but I've never really spoken to Uruha. [ lucas is a different story. ] It's just... pretty messed up knowing he might've gone out still thinking this had to happen. That he was saving them? This must've felt like an even bigger punishment than he was prepared for and...
It's just-- fucked up. Especially turning his sister against him the way it did. Whether or not he died still thinking he did what he had to do, dying after hearing her say that...
[her grip on their hands tightens enough to make her wince and let go. she forgot her fucking arm injuries.]
Yeah. [ this time, the "yeah" is heavy, a sort of dark emotion that betrays their anger at this situation playing with people like this but also the despair of how it must have felt. ] He loves her more than anything, so to use her as further ammo was just... bad.
[ they notice the wince though and they seem to snap out of whatever, adjusting their hands to try and cradle hers instead. ]
Easy... you really shouldn't be using your arms much while they're healing.
I'm really getting sick of this "oh I've had worse" crap all of you pull on me. It's fine to say this sucks, or that it hurts, or that it's deeper than physical injuries. [ thanks. ] ... should I ask about this most recent trip, or no?
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[it's a vibe she enjoys...
she's just making her way over to carefully sit, though, and passes them over a couple of pressed flowers. here.]
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I tried silence and it wasn't working. [ so. chill tunes it is. but they do stop what they're doing when she sits at the bar and they take the flowers. ]
... what're these?
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[a little shrug.]
So, I figured-- what the hell! I'll do that until I decide what else to do with these. Turns out passing them to other people is about all I've come up with.
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Giving and receiving flowers is kind of a luxury, sometimes. But I've heard of people saving them, too. It's not a bad idea. [ and it's not a bad idea to pass them to other people, too, as long as she keeps a few for herself. ]
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[she didn't miss the fact they actually showed up today, or how they were doing yesterday; she isn't exactly looking the other way as they compose themselves, but she leaves them be about it.]
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yeah. this one was rough. ]
Thanks. [ it's a soft sort of note of gratitude. ] I appreciate the thought. Really.
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[but they probably expected this from her, they know how she is.]
I've got mail I should send later, you think I could grab some stuff from you to toss over there?
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But yeah, sure. I'm gonna send my own delivery over I think. They'll probably get some use out of it. Got stuff in mind, or you just wanna grab what looks good?
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[it sounds like they're doing better than the living, but! still.]
A little of both, I guess. I know what Yves liked, and I hung out here with Jacopo before, but I have no idea about Saber or Lucas.
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[ mmm... ]
Not so sure about Saber, but Lucas has a damn strong tolerance. No matter what I gave him he held on. I was thinking some nice wines though. I don't know if he'd think to do a mixer by himself. But I do have a good bottle of bourbon I could pass along.
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Probably good idea to send regular beer to them, too, right? Easy, social drinking material.
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[though- hm. she notices their hands trembling after she's slipped behind the bar, and pauses.]
Hey. Gabe? Set that down for a sec?
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Yeah, better. Chill for a sec.
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Okay? [ they say, with the audacity of a moron who thinks they were going unnoticed. ]
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[you moron.]
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... you know, I, uh. Usually skip those things? But it didn't feel right to miss this one.
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Yeah, this felt pretty personal. On both sides, actually, but I've never really spoken to Uruha. [ lucas is a different story. ] It's just... pretty messed up knowing he might've gone out still thinking this had to happen. That he was saving them? This must've felt like an even bigger punishment than he was prepared for and...
[ ... never mind they just stop talking. ]
Yeah.
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[her grip on their hands tightens enough to make her wince and let go. she forgot her fucking arm injuries.]
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[ they notice the wince though and they seem to snap out of whatever, adjusting their hands to try and cradle hers instead. ]
Easy... you really shouldn't be using your arms much while they're healing.
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[fuck this. god. it's all awful.
she lets them cradle her hands, though, exhaling a huff.]
...I'm fine. I mean, not fine, but I've pushed through worse than this.
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[she HATES being injured.]
...you can ask, if you want. Half of it I'm not talking about, but I'll tell you now it's because none of that part made a single bit of sense.
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