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[mycursedface]

So, on one hand, Medusa has a (very tall) cousin and two sisters threatening to meet the boy. Of these, she is more worried about the sisters and their very-much-not metaphorical threat to eat said boy should he break her heart.

On the other hand, her father gave her a new swordIt is bronze

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[stuck_mynock]

(Millitimed to after Sam and Atton's return.)

There may be an Atton hovering nearby, looking a touch awkward. He'll probably go over in a moment. Or two. Maybe three.

[mycursedface]

Awkwardness? She notices no awkwardness!

"Atton! Isn't my sword lovely?"

[stuck_mynock]

"It is very shiny." Atton agrees, solemnly. Being spoken to apparently prompts him to wander over. "Er, hi. Where'd you get the sword?"

[mycursedface]

"Pappos," she says, promptly.

[stuck_mynock]

"'S shiny." Atton repeats, looking the sword over. Part of him considers stealing it, except that would be rude, and mean, and probably likely to get him stoneificated. "You're okay, then? 'Cause y'seemed t'sort of be all flaily and Atton-hatey - Well. Not hatey, really. Feary - back at the fort."

[mycursedface]

"...I don't hate you."

[stuck_mynock]

Flail!
"I know! I mean, y'were all 'look at my shiny!' so 's obvious y'don't. I mean, y'know. I was worried that y'think I might hurt you. I mean, proper conscious-like, not just flaily-trauma-can't-help-like, y'know?" Pause. "Did that make no sense at all?"

[mycursedface]

"A...little."

She contemplates the sword in her hands, and then puts it down.

"You...can't. Hurt me. Well, you could shoot me, I guess, but you can't the way I...fear people do. Because I can kill you. I know this. Consciously, I know that you can't, and consciously I know that...you won't. Or at least, I hope you won't. And if I was in my right frame of mind, I wouldn't have flinched.

But...I wasn't, Atton. And that had nothing to do with you. Does...that make sense?"

[stuck_mynock]

"Yeah, sort of. I mean, y'know, I just get sort of worried about these things, got some big issues with people not trusting me, y'know? But, y'know. So long as y'know consciously that I wouldn't, 's all ... Well, y'know, obviously not good as such, 'cause good'd be if we didn't have any issues, but. Alright. And y'know, you said, 's not as if I could even if I were that sorta person."

Headtilt at the sword.
"'S really is a nice sword by the way. I mean, mine are all a lot nicer, but then my swords are the best ever. 'S just undeniable fact, y'know."

[mycursedface]

"So, we're okay?"

Then she snorts.

"Oh, but of course."

[stuck_mynock]

"Yeah, we're okay. I still expect you t'give me lots of money to make up for it, but we can figure out the exact amount later." Handwave.

Grin.
"Of course. I'm glad that you agree with my wisdom."

[mycursedface]

"Only sane option, really."

[stuck_mynock]

"If only other people were as sane as you. Attempts t'convince other people that my swords are the best ever made have just been met with laughter. 'S very sad."

[mycursedface]

"Poor dear."

[stuck_mynock]

"My life is so difficult."

[mycursedface]

"I know, I know. I shall have to find you shiny things to make it up to you."