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[gunslingerqueen]

Wanna continue a TFLN thread? Wanna text or call Nariko, or just play in general?

Here's the place to do it!

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[gunslingerqueen]

[Shout out to the employees who leave her be, though she does hobble her shoes back on before flopping on the table a bit.]

Gladi.

[Her arms fold, head settling on her arms.]

Ask me a question. Anything.

[hairrowing]

[looking up from the menu, he locks his gaze with hers for a moment. then,]

Did anyone else besides me know you were there? [alone and, well. maybe needing a friend]

[gunslingerqueen]

Oh. [Question rights may need to be revoked because, ouch.

Her fingers tap on the table, and then the first two do a little can-can sort of dance.] Nope! Just you!

[hairrowing]

I don't know if that's good or bad, for you I mean.

[it's not like he was busy]

[gunslingerqueen]

Hmmmm!

[Processing ... Processing, result:]

Worried about what might have happened without you here?

[Her body flops more to one side, head on one arm so that the other can stretch out toward him, palm turned up and fingers kind of ... Scrunching at him. She wants his hand again.]

[hairrowing]

[he sighs, though it's fond, and he gingerly bumps his hand up against hers]

I guess so. Not that you can't take care of yourself, normally. Soberly.

[gunslingerqueen]

Gladi, I mean it, don't worry.

[Her palm flops, she wants to hold his hand but can't commit to the action, so it just kinda lays over his weirdly.]

Nothing bad that happens to me will matter.

[hairrowing]

Of course it'll matter!

[he frowns at her, and prods her hand again with his. BIIIIG frown]

[gunslingerqueen]

Relax.

[Her unresponsive touch contrasts with that warbling, still-sober-but-mostly-right-minded tone.]

I can survive it just fine.

[hairrowing]

Surviving isn't the point either..its being able to live with yourself after. It's thriving, after.

MAN sorry for this serious as heckin tone now!!!!

[gunslingerqueen]

[Well.]

So, what should I live for, then?

[He can't know the answer any more or less than her, it's a question that's been pondered since the beginning of human consciousness, after all.]

Because, I've spent my life protecting others, protecting him, so I guess I don't ... [Eye roll.] ... Know how to measure the idea of living with myself.

no i love it!!

[hairrowing]

[he frowns]

For yourself. Not just, just running into danger or something.

oh that's a relief!!

[gunslingerqueen]

It's not that I've been running into danger, I just ...

[Now there is hand holding, maybe she just needs the support. Maybe she just wants to feel close to the first person who has bothered to even try and help her in a long time.]

Okay, maybe I definitely do reckless things because I'm not really scared of dying? [Wait, that's not what they were talking about!] But the person I'm trying to keep away from ... Isn't going to let me have the sweet husband and nine kids I want.

[It feels impossible, so all she's done is run away from it, and tried to protect her brother at the same time.]

<333

[hairrowing]

[Gladion squeezes her hand in turn, gently. but he keeps his mouth shut, his gaze fixed on her]

Maybe not. Maybe something more realistic than nine...but..but you don't have to die.

<3333

[gunslingerqueen]

That's the part you think is unrealistic?! [Man, she is tired but that nearly gets her to laugh!] What's a better number then, hm?

[Not gonna lie, she kind of wants that answer, but she focuses on easing her thumb over the back of his hand, answering his squeeze with a more normal, gentle smile.]

I promise I won't. [If only to keep him from Not Worrying. ... For now, that's all the reason she could ever need.]

[hairrowing]

Maybe two or three. [quietly, shyly.

he, too, focuses on her thumb, on the motion]

No one can promise that.

[gunslingerqueen]

Three does go into nine, so ... It's respectable! [What even is that logic.]

Have you met me, lately? If anyone can promise it, then I can!

[A big, borderline dopey grin goes here.] Because you're the inspiration for the promise, I'll give it my all from this moment onward!

[hairrowing]

[continues to Frown at her pointedly]

The inspiration or just the guy giving you the side eye about this?

[gunslingerqueen]

[Is he ever not frowning pointedly? It's a concern!]

Huh?

[Though she's surprisingly good at hiding it when she is not being forced to move Nariko is definitely still drunk because:]

You are both of those things, so yes!

[hairrowing]

I don't get that...but okay.

[he doesn't want to fight her on it]

[gunslingerqueen]

[Look, she will take the wind.]

Hey! Do you think you can try and promise me something, too?

[hairrowing]

....Like what? [at least the frowning is more confused than anything]

[gunslingerqueen]

That if you need help, you'll come to me. Or at least consider it.

[That's the most reasonable expectation, that he could remember he doesn't have to deal with everything on his own, either.]

I want to show up for you, too.

[hairrowing]

[keeps eyeing her, maybe a little surprised-- not that she'd want to show up for him, too, but that she'd ask him to promise that.]

...Okay. I can do that.

[gunslingerqueen]

[Well, he's ... Stubborn, or at least feels that way, so maybe it's more likely to happen if he agrees to said promise. Which, against all logic, he does!

She practically glows with relief.]

Okay! Thank you, a lot. [Woof, now that that's handled, a yawn:] 'm so tired, and I'll play nice for the rest of the night, don't worry.

[Only 80% likely to trip again when she properly starts to head to her room!]