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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]

[Far be it from her to complain but she does snicker at the sight of the barricaded door.]

There's a restaurant near my hotel that's got an opening for a junior chef.

[And if what she's prepared is any indication, it's a fitting role, though...]

I've just never had a job before soooo!

[hairrowing]

Oh?

[it's a big time indication-- he isn't actually quiet, that's a miracle! he'll occasionally hum with happiness with every bite]

But didn't you build stuff before this? That's a job.

[gunslingerqueen]

[She can't answer immediately because every hum quite literally produces a little sparkle of glimmering, neon-flecked something around her. It's harmless. Mostly just weird to look at as she beams his way.]

Yeah, but I didn't need the money, and if I ever did a bad job or failed it wouldn't have bothered anything.

[She tastes room for improvement in her own cooking, sighing around a spoonful before:]

If I'm going to stay here then I have to make money the normal way, which means I have to, like, try. There's no inheritance to save my ass. I'll produce enough currency to get us into the apartment and set up for two months but after that, I'll be doing it the good old-fashioned way!

[hairrowing]

Hmmm..

[he gets that. it's hard, making money on your own. starting over when you started from, well, something.]

Alright. I'll see what I can do.

[apparently they're back at that again]

[gunslingerqueen]

What exactly are you going to try and do?

[You see this face?! It is the face of adoring but extremely intense suspicion!!!]

[hairrowing]

Don't worry about it.

[not even looking up]

[gunslingerqueen]

[An inevitable shifting, her body leans, even if he doesn't look up it's obvious that she's invading his space.

If he does, then he has to face a set of genuine, wounded kitten eyes, obscenely close.]

Of course I'm going to worry when you act like this.

[hairrowing]

[oh he knows, and he still isn't looking at her save from the corners of those green eyes of his]

Like what?

[gunslingerqueen]

[She is not afraid to get even closer.]

All mysterious and buttoned up and absolutely failing to practice your healthy communication skills!

[hairrowing]

Buttoned up?

[he's looking up now, his eyes twinkling bemusedly]

I dress pretty casually.

[gunslingerqueen]

[That is absolutely not what she meant and they both know it but,]

Your eyes are really pretty!

[hairrowing]

Mmm? Thanks, I guess...

[gunslingerqueen]

Man, you really are formidable.

[Not even a startle! The compliment was still genuine, though. He gets his space soon enough at the cost of a low, childishly aggravated hum.]

You can't tell me not to worry, Gladion, if I don't know what you're going to be up to. Just don't push yourself over this, okay?

[hairrowing]

[it's only because it's her. anyone else would've gotten that death glare he's famous for. she hasn't had the pleasure of witnessing that personally]

I won't, don't worry. It'll all work out.

[gunslingerqueen]

You're asking a lot of someone with trust issues. But, okay.

[She cleans her plate, and kind of snickers.]

And were you being funny earlier! Man, greatest day ever so far.

[And she's completely sober and considerably less depressed than usual!]

[hairrowing]

Mmm...yeah. But just be patient.

[he rolls his eyes]

I'm definitely not funny.

[gunslingerqueen]

Oh, no, you’re not funny at all! But it seemed like you were trying to be, and that made my day.

[Since she’s done and not lacking for manners, it’s time to put things away.]

What are the chances of this place having reasonable containers?

[… She forgot to buy them.]

[hairrowing]

[huffs JEEZ!!]

Uh, you might find some...but don't hold your breath.

[gunslingerqueen]

I guess I can just leave the rest for those weirdoes.

[Refusing to let them in to begin with probably increased the mystery.]

But I wanted you to be able to take some back with you, too.

[hairrowing]

You-- oh, you did?

[stop, he's touched by the sentiment]

[gunslingerqueen]

Mmhm. Hotel food gets boring after a while.

[And she doesn't expect that he eats super well. But hey, what's the use of world-bending powers if she can't bend the rules a little bit more?

Tupperware literally pops into existence and she catches it, humming pleasantly before boxing up a good amount of food.]

I'll buy some next time, scout's honor! Whatever that means.

[hairrowing]

[he doesn't get hotel food and he is not going to tell her that.

he-- blinks. some more. at the tupperware, but you know what, it's fine.]

I believe in you.

[gunslingerqueen]

[Not telling her about the hotel food, It's Fine brand Tupperware!

clasped hands emoji in the middle of those two big realities. Anyway:]

Reconsider that. But! For now, this will work! The weirdoes can have the scraps! Wanna head out?

[pokemonpokemonpokemonpokemon!!!!!!]

[hairrowing]

Yeah, okay.

[he can absolutely tell she's about to bounce around in excitement at the prospect of her own Pokemon. and he has the feeling he knows just who to find for her, too.]

Might have to travel a bit, though. That still okay?

[gunslingerqueen]

Yep!

[If one looks closely enough, you could actually catch the stars bursting out into the air around her.]

My job interview isn't until tomorrow and I don't have anything else planned for today! And, I should probably see more of wherever I am, anyway! Maybe go touch some water.