[ ukyo closes his eyes and the poster flaps in the breeze, the silence spreading between them. or maybe just the sounds of ukyo's braincells warring with each other, though ultimately it's only a few seconds before he opens his eyes and speaks again. ]
If you wanted to join and you need a partner, and you don't have anyone else [ that's too many ands ] I'd be willing to enter with you.
and frieren looks up, having thought that part of it done, uncertain how to carry the conversation past that. it wasn't as if she was entirely disappointed... her own desire was a whim, born out of an echo of a thought. there would be more moments; it didn't exactly have to be this one. ]
Why?
[ there's no gratitude in the question, and it's unclear if she feels it. ultimately, she's curious. ]
You could get trapped, or stabbed.
[ she is selling this. but these were his words, not hers. ]
Yeah I know, but that's not new to me. [ "the sky is blue, the rays of the sun are warm, and i've dealt with such terrible things". unlike his chattering before his voice is clear, almost too transparent like gossamer glittering on a fairy's wings. ]
there's no hiding the way that frieren looks at ukyo with that admission. she's no stranger to any of those injuries either, but the casual way he admits that is at odds with how seriously he'd considered everything previously.
it isn't suspicion that fuels her, of course. she just doesn't get what he's thinking.
even that last explanation is out of her understanding, with all it's familiarity. despite that, it settles within her the most. ]
... That's not new to me, too.
[ the danger? the offer of help? who knows. it's all frieren can think to say, at first, before she stretches out a hand towards ukyo. to seal the deal and all. ]
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If you wanted to join and you need a partner, and you don't have anyone else [ that's too many ands ] I'd be willing to enter with you.
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and frieren looks up, having thought that part of it done, uncertain how to carry the conversation past that. it wasn't as if she was entirely disappointed... her own desire was a whim, born out of an echo of a thought. there would be more moments; it didn't exactly have to be this one. ]
Why?
[ there's no gratitude in the question, and it's unclear if she feels it. ultimately, she's curious. ]
You could get trapped, or stabbed.
[ she is selling this. but these were his words, not hers. ]
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As for why—I want to help you.
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there's no hiding the way that frieren looks at ukyo with that admission. she's no stranger to any of those injuries either, but the casual way he admits that is at odds with how seriously he'd considered everything previously.
it isn't suspicion that fuels her, of course. she just doesn't get what he's thinking.
even that last explanation is out of her understanding, with all it's familiarity. despite that, it settles within her the most. ]
... That's not new to me, too.
[ the danger? the offer of help? who knows. it's all frieren can think to say, at first, before she stretches out a hand towards ukyo. to seal the deal and all. ]
Who are you?
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[ a laugh, bashful. ]
I should have said that first, shouldn't I have? [ he casts a quick look around and then shakes her hand, his grip solid enough. ]
And you?