Rebel // 65 [Action] forwarddated to evening

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[Four days. Four days since her return, and Noel hasn't stepped foot outside of House 19. Frankly, she's a little terrified of what could happen, as paranoid as it sounded. ...then again, she probably had good reason for it, too. Murdering four and injuring dozens more doesn't come without its consequences, whether you could control it or not.

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[onebluebamf]

[When Kurt catches a familiar pair leaving the house, he leaves his comfortable perch on top of his house and 'ports in front of the two. He never claimed to be subtle.]

Noel! There you are. Feeling better yet?

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[HER SUBTLE ESCAPE FROM THE HOUSE IS FOILED.

...and maybe it's on account of her trying to be a little sneaky tonight, but that sudden BAMF is going to make her jump and nearly scream. THAT WAS SCARY, OKAY!?]

K-Kurt!? [...he asked you a question.]

[black_onslaught]

[Dude, he still doesn't know what the hell you're supposed to be. And he hasn't asked Noel about it either. So that BAMF is just going to send his hand to the handle of his sword, because this is only the second time he's seen it.

But it's this guy. This guy is okay with Noel, right?] Don't do that!

[onebluebamf]

[Eyeing Ragna's sword, Kurt puts his hands up defensively.]

Whoa, easy big guy! I'm harmless, yeah?

[One of these days he'll learn not to do that... anyway, he turns back to Noel.]

Sorry about that. Didn't mean to scare you.

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[...okay okay. Deep breaths, Noel.]

I-It's okay, Kurt. I just... wasn't expecting it. [She'll look at Ragna. You're letting go of that sword, right? 8C

She immediately looks back to Kurt, however.]

I'm feeling a lot better now. U-Um... thank you for helping me back there. I... oh! Did you want me to return your blanket, o-or...? [Because she could run back in. Right now. And never leave.]

[black_onslaught]

... Tch. [Yes, yes. He's letting go of his sword and letting it hang by the back of his jacket. He then crosses his arms. He doesn't have anything to contribute to the actual conversation, and this time around, Noel is more awake and alive. So he can let her do the talking.

But if she runs back into the house and tries to hide, Ragna will throw her out the window or something. Maybe lock the door once they're outside again. Until then, he'll opt for staring at Kurt.]

[onebluebamf]

[... he eyes Ragna warily, but tries to keep his attention on Noel.]

That? Nah, don't worry about it. [He means that for both the blanket and helping her.] No one will miss it. [Not like he can't pick up a replacement for FREE or anything. But Noels are IRREPLACEABLE. Well, unless he makes friends with Nu.]

Are you two going somewhere?

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[If you say so, Kurt. But she will give you it later, whether you asked for it or not.

Onward!] We're just taking a walk for the... um, fresh air. [S-Smile?] I don't think we're going anywhere in particular. Right?

[Right, Ragna?]

[black_onslaught]

[He raises an eyebrow at Noel. Not going anywhere in particular? He hadn't really thought of it until now, so... maybe...]

We could always make a stop somewhere to hang out. [SHE NEEDS IT.] Maybe Good Spirits or something.

[onebluebamf]

Good Spirits...?

[... well, hopefully that weirdo woman isn't there tonight.]

Sure... yeah. I can tag along, if you want. [... then again, maybe this is a private date. Three's a crowd.]

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[...HOLD ON THERE.]

W-Wait, but Ragna! [YOU SAID YOU SAID YOU SAID... SOMETHING SHE CAN'T SAY HERE BUT ARGHHH.]

[black_onslaught]

What? Something wrong with that? [IS THERE.]

[onebluebamf]

[... oh. Oh. He gets it. She's objecting because... yeah.

He takes a step back.]

Ahh... don't worry. I don't have to go. I don't want to interrupt your date or anything. [After all, what else could this be?]

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[/SCREMES AND BACK TO KURT IN A FRENZY]

NO! It's not like that at all!

[black_onslaught]

[Date? Dude, come on. That's a little much.] Yeah, what she said. And I don't see what the big deal is.

[onebluebamf]

[... okay so not a date. So ummm... oh, maybe he gets it now.]

... ahh, right... guess not. Well in that case, no big deal, yeah? It's not like we have to drink. [Or at least, him and Noel. He could drink if he wanted, but he's always felt that drinking and bamfing would be the end of him.]