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youngtimer) wrote2020-09-01 12:09 am
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Um, well... Kind of. I mean, at first, that and to make some money but now... [ The orphanage discussion is way too big. So: ] There's...people relying on me. I'm just trying to support them.
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[he's okay with Big discussions, but she doesn't know that. yet. he gives a little approving smile at her choice of table and pulls out her chair for her - both of their seats angled so that they can see the door. he's learned to always keep an eye on his surroundings, and figures any monster worth their salt in Bavan does the same]
Or people here? It's easy enough to get close to people here, too, if you find the right ones. People that remind you of old friends, family. Or the kind of people you always wished you'd gotten to know.
[he may seem like he's speaking in general terms, but really he's sharing a little of himself, too: some of his friends and employees remind him of siblings, but some have come to mean even more than that. mentors and support of a caliber he never had]
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Yes? No— people here. I know someone from home- I mean, we live together, she's my best friend— but, she's got her own job, she can support herself.
[ The reality of the situation is the orphanage is too big for her to go into. She's barely been able to cover it with those close to her, those who found her in the midst of her rampage or who she cried on after. The reality of what she did has lived with her, ever since Giorno explained what he meant, that day. Even before then—she lost the drive, the feeling that what she was doing actually saved anyone.
If she talks about it, she might break. And that...is probably a little much, for an afternoon lunch. ]
It's just... You know, working with...kids. [ It's the closest she can get to the subject. ] I guess... They remind me of...somethings. But, really...
[She shrugs one arm, and her wing bumps against her chair. Annoying, but she's used to it. ]
I just wanna do right by them.
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Doing right by things is important to a lot of people here, all things considered. Myself included.
[he takes a breath, then realizes that he may as well just dive in and get the usual conversation over with]
Has anyone told you I'm actually fifty-eight years old? I promise this is related.
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You're what?!
[ She squawks a little. Her neck puffs and stretches out. Her cheeks go red immediately after. ]
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I'm sorry, I shouldn't have laughed. It's just - [he makes a little 'floof' gesture near his neck with his hands] - wasn't expecting that.
And yeah, I am. Back home, I had the ability to time-travel. I can give you the Cliff Notes explanation or the long one.
[the waiter shows up at that point, and he orders himself a large black coffee to start, figuring they'll need some time before they actually order lunch]
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It- it's just a- bird thing. [ She mumbles it, under her breath as the waiter comes along. Oh dear. She gets herself some tea. Riley and coffee don't really mix well. ]
You— I'm- how's time travel make you...that old, but you- you look, so— young!
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[when she makes the inevitable comment about his appearance, he chuckles, leaning back in his chair]
It's because when I tried to travel back to the time I left, I messed up the equation that made it possible. My consciousness came back through in one piece, but my body reverted to the age I was when I first moved through my timeline. Think of it like coming back home from a trip and only having your baby clothes to wear, only ... it's your whole self.
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Riley shivers. ]
That...sounds genuinely awful, I'm sorry. [ She hesitates. ] So... Does that...mean you're...like, an adult...?
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Yeah. It's even worse when all you have to wear is a closet full of school uniforms. I was honestly relieved when I showed up here, it meant I had options. But - yes. I was fifty-seven when I showed up here. Which means there's a forty-four year disparity between what you see and what's going on between my ears most of the time. It's also how I wound up being a bartender and, eventually, the manager of the Lucky. I don't blame you for judging me a bit on that. Most people do when they look at me.
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O- oh, I definitely wasn't— [ judging him, but...she was, wasn't she? ] ...Okay, it wasn't really...judging, I just...don't have a good relationship with alcohol.
[ This is weird. Knowing he's an adult... That changes this but she's not sure in what way. She's all thrown off-guard. You have to signal different things to adults and other kids...right? ]
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[their drinks come, and he raises his to her in deference]
Here's to my not pressing about that unless you actually ever want to share, then. People have enough shit to deal with here, without having to dredge up their past.
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Yeah. Here's to...letting people take that first step. When they feel like they can. [ A moment later, quickly: ] To, uhm, you too? I hope- I don't wanna pry, like, about any of the...sensitive stuff.
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Honestly, there's not much I won't talk about. From before I got here, or after. I'm not really big on the mushy, feel-good conversations where everyone pours their hearts out, but ... If anyone asks me something, I tend to answer. And I'm a fairy, so ...
[a little wave of his hand takes the place of finishing the sentence: she's probably well aware that fairies can't lie]
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So...? I'm sorry, the, uh— I've only really spent time with Miss Lusamine and- well, Celeste while she's been one, in terms of like...fairies.
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Aha. Celeste already knew because of me, and Lusamine's pretty new to it, and she doesn't seem like the type of person who'd find out by example, so that makes sense.
[he shrugs]
Fairies can't lie without feeling really serious pain.
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[ Well. First of all, poor fucking Celeste, and second of all— ]
I...genuinely had no idea, uh. That must be... Wow.
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[he takes a sip of his coffee, thinking for a moment]
Do harpies have anything that inconvenient?
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[ But she doesn't sound so sure. Being a harpy... In only a year—less than, if you deduct the time it took for her to change, the time she spent a manticore—it's become an intrinsic part of her. ]
The most inconvenience was really just...the change itself, um... Like, I get distracted by shiny things, sometimes? But I don't really mind that. It doesn't sound as...difficult to deal with, as being literally unable to lie.
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[he chuckles a little to himself]
You know, the changes are hard, but ... they're not the hardest part, sometimes. Sometimes it's more ... [he pauses, trying to put his words in order before he finishes the thought aloud] ... knowing that you have to live here, the best way you can, and deciding what the hell that even looks like.