[Open] Can you play me a memory?

[bakudan_shounen]

Who: Gokudera bakudan_shounen and you!
When: 5/6 around 5 pm
Where: Passing by The Patrol Headquarters, heading back to the outlander's community block
Format: Prose to start, but either is fine by me!
What: Gokudera regrets his choice of profession and WANTS SO BADLY to join, but doubts he'd be wanted.
Warnings: Foul language.

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[charmprince]

After dragging herself out of bed-- even at almost fully-recovered it felt like a chore to actually move, though that had died down once she was fully up and mobile--, Asellus had resolved herself to doing something outside, to getting some fresh air. First on that list is getting her pay so she can pay the landlord the rent due and get some food. Because she wasn't actually on patrol today, and because she was going to have to deal with the natives, she shows up dressed... well, like a lady, rather than her boyish style. Even so, she hadn't had to dress up in long enough that the skirts had her tripping a little; by the time she reaches the headquarters, she's already dusty and in a bit of a Mood.

But that mood fades when she realizes that no matter how dusty she is, there is someone who's worse off. It's a vague sort of schadenfreude, but it passes clear by when she pipes up from behind him.

"You going to go in?"

sorry for the lateness! And.... if it sucks... orz

[bakudan_shounen]

He'd been so busy thinking about his own problem, that Gokudera hadn't expected in the slightest that he might have company. When Asellus's voice rings out from behind him, he jumps and turns, hands diving to his chest to bump at his suspenders, where his dynamite is not hiding. It's a good thing, too, since this person doesn't seem like they wanted to catch him off guard.

It's a bit hard to stop the thundering of his heart in his chest, but it's easier to put on an aloof, guarded expression as though he'd never been spooked. His hands fall and his eyes narrow. Was this person a part of the patrol? They didn't look like a fighter...

The dirty teen eyes the dress, then raises an eyebrow. Even if she is dressed up, there's something about her that assures him she isn't a native of Anatole, but another outlander like himself. It's not much of a difference, but enough to give him ease in speaking with her. "Is it that easy?"

quiet you, it's lovely <3

[charmprince]

If he thinks his startlement has gone unnoticed, he's very, very wrong-- but she's not going to make a point of it just yet. Instead, she just looks a little confused, her head tilting as she tries to puzzle out what he's talking about. Eventually it does come to her, and she can't help laughing, just a little bit. "What, the Patrol?" She picks at her skirts. "Not in these, it's not. I definitely don't suggest wearing them when it's not your day off." And then she looks him over, reddish eyes laughing. "Or at all. I don't think you've got the figure for them."

And then she grins-- not unkindly. "Are you thinking of joining, then? You were looking at the place like you can't decide. We could really use the help, though." That wasn't strictly true, but after recent events, another pair of hands would be a great thing to have. The more people trained to help, the better.

[bakudan_shounen]

Gokudera all but deadpans. He really hadn't meant the skirts, but he's not going to stop her from talking. The teen was just really awkward about his own curiosity for the Patrol when he was so uninvited. He listens and watches her, and then looks disgruntled at the comment about him not having the figure for a dress. Some small part of him is glad for that, and the other find the joke embarrassing. He wants to yell at her.

Then she mentions him joining and his voice dies in his throat. Gokudera nods numbly. "Are you a member?" He asks, point a thumb over his shoulder at the building behind him. If she is, then he'll hold back his yelling until maybe things are a bit more... comfortable? He can feel some doubt bubbling in his chest.