[ There wasn't really time before the thread vanished — thankfully, to Maika's thinking — to clarify that she doesn't drink. Although, who knows? Depending on where her mood takes her tonight, she might change her mind. But she pauses to liberate a bottle of sparkling nonalcoholic cider and whatever snacks can be easily carried.
You know what? This is probably another reason she doesn't usually wear dresses. Where the hell does she stash things in a dress? But it's fine. Thanks to Falin's good nature and a little help, she has two hands to hold things in now. And she's comfortable enough with Schneider that she doesn't mind the casual intimacy of nudging her with a shoulder when she finds her in the gathering. ]
[ Maika's brow crimps a little in something like amusement, and she gives Schneider's dress a little nod too. She's not getting any smoother with the compliments, it seems. ]
Park. I could use the fresh air, too.
[ Clear her head, after... wherever her thoughts have been taking her. She follows Schneider's glance instinctively — she's hardly taken note of the strings all evening, but Schneider can certainly feel strong protectiveness, mingled with respect and a desire to spend time with her. ]
[ Schneider smiles and turns on her heel to lead the way, blatantly taking the wine with her. Schneider's feelings are similar; respect and warmth, a little attraction, and a general sense of ??? alongside the desire to be near Maika and learn more about her.
Even with the threads, Schneider's feelings are a touch muddled ]
[ Maika's far from adept at reading the strings in the first place — her fingers flit towards them for a second before she turns the gesture into casually pushing her bangs back and tossing her head a little. ]
You're in a generous mood again. You know... I thought parties might be more your thing.
[ Or maybe not. There's always a performance to them, or when other people's eyes are on her, isn't there? ]
[ Maika glances down a moment in surprise, but after a second she assents, tucking Schneider's arm secure against her side. ]
Hah. I've had enough of surprises out of either of their gods. But you know a night's too quiet when no one has anything better to do than gossip on their... phone-things.
[ Maika snickers too — that's a blunt way to put it, but she's never been one to care about refinement. Although she thinks they're probably pretty middle of the road, by her standards. ]
But... I don't hate a world where people can get so excited over something so pointless. It's a luxury.
[ Schneider smirks. She can't disagree but she also can't summon even the slightest sense of endearment either. It's all so removed from her after all]
Do you think you'll become the hero Braphine wants us to be then?
[ Oh, gross. Maika grimaces and shoots the bottle in Schneider's hand a glance. ]
If you keep saying shit like that, I'll change my mind about drinking. [ She might yet, before the night gets much older. ] I'm not doing fuck-all for that goddess. And I'm no hero. I'm just a killer who doesn't have anything to do in this place, unless that god of whatever wants to make another appearance.
[Ahahaha ] Then don't say such sappy shit. [ She lifts the bottle up a little more] What a pair we make then. Killers with nothing better to do with our time.
Makes you wonder why Braphine chose us. I've only ever been good at the one thing. [ Well, not that violence doesn't have its uses here. She can certainly guess. ] ...What did you want to be? If you could have chosen anything?
[ Although the thought of the party brings another smile to her lips briefly. But she shrugs and pushes herself up from the bench to take Schneider's hand. ]
[ Although Maika sounds more amused than sharp about it. Sometimes, one is just the world's angriest extrovert. She gives Schneider a bow only slightly ironic in its awkwardness and follows her obligingly in the sway, athletic-graceful despite the unfamiliarity of dancing again. ]
...I didn't think I could miss my own world. This place made me realize otherwise.
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Week 8(?) masquerade
You know what? This is probably another reason she doesn't usually wear dresses. Where the hell does she stash things in a dress? But it's fine. Thanks to Falin's good nature and a little help, she has two hands to hold things in now. And she's comfortable enough with Schneider that she doesn't mind the casual intimacy of nudging her with a shoulder when she finds her in the gathering. ]
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Very nice. [Her gaze lingers on the additional arm for a moment but she holds up a bottle of wine? and grins]
Lets head back to the dorms. Or the park. This is getting stuffy.
[And despite herself, her gaze can't help but linger on the strings. Hm]
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Park. I could use the fresh air, too.
[ Clear her head, after... wherever her thoughts have been taking her. She follows Schneider's glance instinctively — she's hardly taken note of the strings all evening, but Schneider can certainly feel strong protectiveness, mingled with respect and a desire to spend time with her. ]
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[ Schneider smiles and turns on her heel to lead the way, blatantly taking the wine with her. Schneider's feelings are similar; respect and warmth, a little attraction, and a general sense of ??? alongside the desire to be near
Maika and learn more about her.
Even with the threads, Schneider's feelings are a touch muddled ]
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You're in a generous mood again. You know... I thought parties might be more your thing.
[ Or maybe not. There's always a performance to them, or when other people's eyes are on her, isn't there? ]
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Not like these. Too tame... boring. Not enough action.
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Hah. I've had enough of surprises out of either of their gods. But you know a night's too quiet when no one has anything better to do than gossip on their... phone-things.
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[Specifically theirs. Maika's on the other hand...]
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Who all the men are kissing? Couldn't think of anything that interests me less. But...
[ Hmm, how to put it. She falls silent and thoughtful for a moment, just watching the stars as they walk. ]
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I don't care for how horny any of them are honestly. But...?
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But... I don't hate a world where people can get so excited over something so pointless. It's a luxury.
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[ Schneider smirks. She can't disagree but she also can't summon even the slightest sense of endearment either. It's all so removed from her after all]
Do you think you'll become the hero Braphine wants us to be then?
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If you keep saying shit like that, I'll change my mind about drinking. [ She might yet, before the night gets much older. ] I'm not doing fuck-all for that goddess. And I'm no hero. I'm just a killer who doesn't have anything to do in this place, unless that god of whatever wants to make another appearance.
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Makes you wonder why Braphine chose us. I've only ever been good at the one thing. [ Well, not that violence doesn't have its uses here. She can certainly guess. ] ...What did you want to be? If you could have chosen anything?
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[ She lived in a small world in Sicily. ]
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[ Also not really dreamy, but. Maika shakes her head to brush that aside. ]
We have nothing but time now, though.
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If you had something you wanted to do, what would it be?
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...I don't know. People who knew me as a child tell me I loved to dance. I want to remember that. But it's not a direction.
[ An objective, a purpose. She's someone who doesn't know how to steer without that. ]
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Then shall we dance? Maybe that will give you some kind of memory or feeling.
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[ Although the thought of the party brings another smile to her lips briefly. But she shrugs and pushes herself up from the bench to take Schneider's hand. ]
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[Schneider steps back, tipping into a little curtsy. There is music playing from a nearby bar and that is enough to sway to]
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[ Although Maika sounds more amused than sharp about it. Sometimes, one is just the world's angriest extrovert. She gives Schneider a bow only slightly ironic in its awkwardness and follows her obligingly in the sway, athletic-graceful despite the unfamiliarity of dancing again. ]
...I didn't think I could miss my own world. This place made me realize otherwise.
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[ Schneider laughs and begins to move to the beat, her steps natural and at ease]
Even the shithole places.
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[ The one you belong in. Maika's grin turns wry, just a little focused as she follows the rhythm that Schneider picks out. ]
...There were beautiful places there, too. Maybe not many, anymore. But they hung on. And they'll rebuild.
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