3! And you know that just sounds like a whole legion of Komuis. Which is fitting, I guess.onthelastbreathOctober 3 2011, 04:48:24 UTC
It'll have to be close to your old place, I think, but not too close.
[It's a delicate balance, you see. He gives her hand a light squeeze, turning from the latest for sale sign they've been inspecting with the too-wide grin of a man who's only half-joking:]
Either could end in Komui making routine attempts on my life.
[Just 'Komui'. He's been 'just' Komui for a few years now.]
I didn't think of that, but now that you mention it... farflungskiesOctober 3 2011, 05:40:17 UTC
[Oh, Allen, she knows he will never be 'just' Komui, if only because her brother can never be 'just' anything. Above and beyond, as evidenced by the fact that they very honestly have to consider how long it would take for a robot to cause a riot in the neighbourhood in relation to just how far she can try stretching the leash she and Komui have on each other.
(It's a mutual thing, same as always.)
She wriggles her fingers good-naturedly in his grip, just a touch teasing.] I think he'll do that anyway.
[Well, it's more like Allen's ceased thinking of him in terms of entanglements like 'mister' and 'supervisor', but- Yes, above and beyond sounds about right. In their years spent here, Komui's built such a transcendent reputation for himself, it no longer surprises Allen to catch muttered speculations about whether he hails from somewhere other than Earth.
At her answer, he manages to scrape together a distant, 'ahahaha' sort of laugh, only to have it fall flat into a forlorn sigh. Still, there's a twinkle in his eyes when he laces their fingers in one deft gesture, fluid with a comfortable ease he once thought himself incapable of.]
Lucky for me you'll be there to stop him, then. Won't you?
[Despite his light tone, hints of trauma are lurking throughout his countenance, from that slight twitch of his right eyelid to the tic in his cheek to the brief jitter riding his shoulders. Having your future brother-in-law show up at the wedding wielding a man-sized drill will do that to you.]
[There's a small smile on the man's lips at the cough. The thought that the other was faking it was clear in his mind but the exorcist didn't mind caring for Rhode for a little while at least.]
I made some chicken noodle soup for you though... There's more noodles than chicken. There's some tea here too if you want that.
........rng what are you doing in what universe is 1 a good ideacharmprinceOctober 4 2011, 03:35:19 UTC
[The aching feet she can deal with. The nosebleeds and morning sickness, too. She can even cope with the getting bigger around the middle thing, though it looks more like she's swallowed a ball that keeps expanding.
But these crazy cravings are nothing short of obnoxious. Her lips and fingers are perpetually red from strawberries and if she has one more plum she might throw up... except that she can't think of anything that sounds more delicious right now.
It's enough to make a girl spitting mad, it is. Or depressed. Or both? But at least she's getting plenty of reading in and lots of at-home time, even with her dangerously changeable moods.]
-- the best idea >3sleightofheartsOctober 4 2011, 04:15:35 UTC
[You know, he's still vehemently denying that the kid is his. Not that he finds anything wrong in this whatsoever, mind you -- you do your thing, and he'll do his, and all. The honest truth is he isn't sure why you insist it is.
Or, maybe, denial is just the easier route to take.
Anyway, have a Tyki eyeing very closely at you over the edge of his newspaper.]
[Denial is the easiest river to sail, that's for sure. She's pretty sure it's his mostly because she'd make the worst mother for a messiah-- well, for anyone, really; she's not the most maternal of women by a long shot, after all. But if she's 'not maternal', she's very, very aware that Tyki takes the level of not-paternal to a low that she can't even hope to hit.
And maybe it's some sick urge to see him take some semblance of responsibility that has her sticking around him, even knowing he denies it and knowing it's not going to happen. It's not like he's going to be any sort of good role model even if he did, not even compared to her.
The thought only kills her mood a little more.]
Do what? [It's petulant, a little sulky; she doesn't tend towards these moods often, but right now she feels a little vindicated in it. He's not the one who's always cold, after all.]
7 ...I regret nothingmarredsunOctober 4 2011, 03:23:20 UTC
[Escaping Komui had not been easy. The man was more persistent than a swarm of killer bees and more sensitive than a blood hound. But, Cross being Cross he was successful. Take that you sister complexed-
Anyways.
Unbeknownst to Allen, Cross did have money. He just liked to spend other people's cash. The retreat he had in mind was a French villa over looking a valley. It was quiet, quaint, and way past Lenalee's brother's questing nose.
May he get bit on it.
It took an hour by carriage to get there and when they arrived, he stepped out to open the door for her. Let it never be said he isn't a gentleman.]
[-- she's quite sure that her brother's manage to plant some people in the trees to watch over her. There's just something all-too-real about that feeling that someone is watching her prickling over her neck.
... and when (read: when, not if) she finds out about Cross's money, she was going to boot him in the head for all those things he put Allen through.
Well. What Lenalee doesn't know right now won't hurt her. Or Cross.
She rests her hand over his, and blinks, looking around a little wide-eyed.]
man idk just idkmarredsunOctober 4 2011, 04:57:37 UTC
[Don't remind him of that, or he'd have to deal with them. If they're there.
Hey now, the boy learned how to handle himself and to never abuse money. Those are valuable life lessons he taught him! The fact the brat has: a fear of debt collectors, counts his money in the morning, and is cheaper than a tax accountant didn't count.
Cross takes a moment to let the scenery of the tall villa with its walkway lined with small hanging lanterns up to the wide double doors sink in before he speaks.]
We're in France, Lena. Come, it gets cold here at night.
[He reaches to take her hand and draw her towards their destination, the sound of the little stream that ran along the edge drifting to their ears.]
[...well as far as pets went at least Cross had class, Tyki thought. Even if there was a phoenix egg sitting in the middle of the coffee table and wrapped in a tinder box that was cheerfully blazing away.
She watched it out of the corner of her eye and went back to reading, pushing her glasses up with a finger.] When exactly is it supposed to hatch again?
[So she knows when to get the snacks and watch the chaos of his poor dumb bastard of a student have to feed it.]
[Tim had made himself comfortable near the box the egg rested in, keeping an eye on the egg and enjoying the warmth.
A sigh came from the man across the room when the question was posed. Cross glanced up from his book, glancing from the egg to Tyki.]
Soon. Should actually hatch today at some point.
[Allen would not be trusted with the baby fire bird. Never. He'd just mess it all up and feed the creature all the wrong things. Idiot apprentice indeed.]
rng is just on a roll manhedonisticwomanOctober 4 2011, 04:46:24 UTC
When? [Tyki repeated as she turned the page on her book and stretched out. A nap might be in order later. In the sunroom, on that couch with the pillows just the way she liked it. Her eyes flicked to Cross from over the top of her book.
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[It's a delicate balance, you see. He gives her hand a light squeeze, turning from the latest for sale sign they've been inspecting with the too-wide grin of a man who's only half-joking:]
Either could end in Komui making routine attempts on my life.
[Just 'Komui'. He's been 'just' Komui for a few years now.]
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(It's a mutual thing, same as always.)
She wriggles her fingers good-naturedly in his grip, just a touch teasing.] I think he'll do that anyway.
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At her answer, he manages to scrape together a distant, 'ahahaha' sort of laugh, only to have it fall flat into a forlorn sigh. Still, there's a twinkle in his eyes when he laces their fingers in one deft gesture, fluid with a comfortable ease he once thought himself incapable of.]
Lucky for me you'll be there to stop him, then. Won't you?
[Despite his light tone, hints of trauma are lurking throughout his countenance, from that slight twitch of his right eyelid to the tic in his cheek to the brief jitter riding his shoulders. Having your future brother-in-law show up at the wedding wielding a man-sized drill will do that to you.]
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Rhode my dear? Are you up for some lunch?
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She just likes the attention.
And so have a (fake) pitiful little cough when he arrives in the doorway.]
What's for lunch?
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I made some chicken noodle soup for you though... There's more noodles than chicken. There's some tea here too if you want that.
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But these crazy cravings are nothing short of obnoxious. Her lips and fingers are perpetually red from strawberries and if she has one more plum she might throw up... except that she can't think of anything that sounds more delicious right now.
It's enough to make a girl spitting mad, it is. Or depressed. Or both? But at least she's getting plenty of reading in and lots of at-home time, even with her dangerously changeable moods.]
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Or, maybe, denial is just the easier route to take.
Anyway, have a Tyki eyeing very closely at you over the edge of his newspaper.]
... Come now, don't do that.
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And maybe it's some sick urge to see him take some semblance of responsibility that has her sticking around him, even knowing he denies it and knowing it's not going to happen. It's not like he's going to be any sort of good role model even if he did, not even compared to her.
The thought only kills her mood a little more.]
Do what? [It's petulant, a little sulky; she doesn't tend towards these moods often, but right now she feels a little vindicated in it. He's not the one who's always cold, after all.]
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Anyways.
Unbeknownst to Allen, Cross did have money. He just liked to spend other people's cash. The retreat he had in mind was a French villa over looking a valley. It was quiet, quaint, and way past Lenalee's brother's questing nose.
May he get bit on it.
It took an hour by carriage to get there and when they arrived, he stepped out to open the door for her. Let it never be said he isn't a gentleman.]
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... and when (read: when, not if) she finds out about Cross's money, she was going to boot him in the head for all those things he put Allen through.
Well. What Lenalee doesn't know right now won't hurt her. Or Cross.
She rests her hand over his, and blinks, looking around a little wide-eyed.]
.... you... where....
Where are we?
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Hey now, the boy learned how to handle himself and to never abuse money. Those are valuable life lessons he taught him! The fact the brat has: a fear of debt collectors, counts his money in the morning, and is cheaper than a tax accountant didn't count.
Cross takes a moment to let the scenery of the tall villa with its walkway lined with small hanging lanterns up to the wide double doors sink in before he speaks.]
We're in France, Lena. Come, it gets cold here at night.
[He reaches to take her hand and draw her towards their destination, the sound of the little stream that ran along the edge drifting to their ears.]
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She watched it out of the corner of her eye and went back to reading, pushing her glasses up with a finger.] When exactly is it supposed to hatch again?
[So she knows when to get the snacks and watch the chaos of his poor dumb bastard of a student have to feed it.]
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A sigh came from the man across the room when the question was posed. Cross glanced up from his book, glancing from the egg to Tyki.]
Soon. Should actually hatch today at some point.
[Allen would not be trusted with the baby fire bird. Never. He'd just mess it all up and feed the creature all the wrong things. Idiot apprentice indeed.]
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...maybe something else before the nap.]
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