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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]

[...]

Hey, Gladion.

[Better to know or be pleasantly ignorant?]

You know I'm not from around here, right?

[hairrowing]

.....Yeah, I know. It's not obvious but, yeah.

[gunslingerqueen]

Does it worry you?

[No, that's not what she really wants to ask, though it's still valid.]

I guess, are you curious about it?

[hairrowing]

I am pretty curious. Not really worried. [besides worried about you, he doesn't add]

[gunslingerqueen]

Ohhh, you wanna know more about me!

[... She can't even pull off the usual brand of obnoxious teasing, and her laugh is a bit dry.]

Y'know, I've spent so much time avoiding things as they are, or outright lying, that telling someone the honest truth is actually scary.

[And unbelievable. There's coming from a different part of the world and then ... What Nariko has going on. Most people can't handle it too well.]

[hairrowing]

[he rolls his eyes goodnaturedly]

It might be a little, yeah. I think it's...a little scary to tell anyone stuff. About yourself. You don't have to if you don't want to.

[gunslingerqueen]

No, I want to, when I find the right words.

[She is extremely comfortable in a kitchen, and doesn't have any qualms with looking for what she needs as if the place belongs to her.]

We can't be best friends if there are gigantic secrets.

[hairrowing]

['gigantic' she says. he hums]

Not necessarily. But if you do feel comfortable...

[gunslingerqueen]

[One hand is decidedly not clean due to cooking, but the other immediately settles on his shoulder:]

I'm an alien from another world!

[hairrowing]

[he looks at her, then down at the hand on his shoulder, then back at her face again]

You sure?

[gunslingerqueen]

Nope! Kidding, obviously.

[And yet, it takes an extra second to withdraw her hand. ]

More importantly, I've decided that if I can impress you with my cooking then I'll try becoming a chef!

[hairrowing]

[he hums.]

You really will? Become a chef? You should do it if you like it.

[and then...]

If you weren't kidding, you'd be okay. I wouldn't be scared or anything.

[gunslingerqueen]

Hm.

[... She wasn't kidding, but let's give that one time to bake. For now, acknowledgement comes in the form of a tiny, but still pained smile and nod.]

Like I said, only if I impress you, so don't go easy on me! I was thinking about what you said before, about doing something that makes me happy, and it's true that I love building things, and architecture but ...

[A head tilt, a more relaxed expression.] Nothing compared to cooking with my brother when he got back home from school.

[hairrowing]

[it really wouldn't take that much to impress him. he's not eating gourmet anymore. he'd just be glad]

It's a little like cookie, isn't it? Ingredients and...everything that goes with it.

[gunslingerqueen]

Kinda, yeah! You get to create something and make it as artful or direct as you want!

[And to be fair she is glowing pretty exuberantly, here.]

You still have to give me your honest opinion, though!

[hairrowing]

Okay, I will.

[a nod] I wouldn't lie about it.

[gunslingerqueen]

I know.

[That trust is absolute.]

So, about this town ....

[Literally why do you live here. What's going on. Is someone holding you hostage????]

[hairrowing]

It sucks, yeah.

[that's....what he assumed she meant. apparently]

[gunslingerqueen]

So, thanks for not making me say it.

[Because good goddamn had she wanted to.]

And you … Live here, with the fashion challenged weirdasses?

[hairrowing]

[that gets a smile out of him]

Not if I can help it. I stay at a hotel, on this island, but not here.

[gunslingerqueen]

Oh, thank the Spirits.

[The relief is so intense despite holding a knife at the moment.]

Well, I definitely feel less self-conscious about living out of one now. But, doesn't it get lonely?

[hairrowing]

It's cool. Great to have ice whenever you want. [yes that's....a pro] I have Null, and my other Pokemon. I could ask you the same, couldn't I?

[gunslingerqueen]

I'm lonely and bored out of my skull.

[The deadpan admittance is borderline out of character, but it's also a set up for the little pose she does, which includes finger guns.]

So let's consider being not-lonely together!

[hairrowing]

[he snorts, but he's smiling]

Okay. I could...catch you a Pokemon too? For the times when I'm working.

[gunslingerqueen]

[Okay, she's coming back to the Pokemon thing for sure but--]

Wait, you know I just asked you to live with me right?