[...Well. She'd hate to agree with the "dumbass" but. Bro. She gave him a look over.]
Well, I'd think that might hurt a bit if you did. Plus, he's been dealing with his new body parts for a while from somewhere where it was commonplace. We just magically got them and who the hell knows what's going to happen with that.
[Please don't cut them off.]
Cutting them off may turn them into flesh eating gnomes for all we know.
Too much reading or just losing your mind? [There's a glint off grinning teeth in the moonlight.] Me, I was just about to complete the transformation into a werewolf before you distracted me.
[Har dee har har. It makes for a more fun story than the sad reality of him just feeling lonely and having nightmares like some pathetic child.]
Both. But one's stopping and the other isn't, so help me God.
[There was no god here. But there was a bench. Guess who got sick of standing and decided to go sit there, with a bit of a "huff" as she did so. Please tell her she wasn't getting old (that was in about three months from now).
No, she didn't believe him. Hence the sitting. But she just wanted to talk to him, whatever about was fine with her. After all, she wasn't sure WHEN she was going to have free time. This might be one of the only times she got to see him.]
The moon's out and I left the silver back at work, damn. But you should be sleeping with the people who are actually on a schedule.
[As comfortable as the convenient bench looks, he's going to stay standing. Or else he really might just fall asleep again.]
I'm fine. I haven't had a decent night's sleep since I got here. [No... probably even before that. The years of war are a bit of a blur when it comes to things like that.] Besides, don't cats sleep a whole lot more than humans? You're the one who should get to bed.
[Yeah, sitting was a bad idea. Because now that she was in a resting state, it finally hit her how tired she was. The fact that she was a cat made it worse, it was true. What a pain in the ass. But she sat upright, not allowing herself to sit back. The night was comfortably warm, what a danger zone. But she didn't really want to go to bed.]
True but it's not like I have any free time anymore. Once I notice you haven't come around, I'm usually pulled right back into it during the day.
[He winces a little inwardly, at that. So she noticed even with how busy she's been... That makes sense. She's not the type who can be so completely absorbed in her work that she loses track of what day it even is. He knows that type well.]
Then maybe I'll start coming by to lend a hand just to free up your schedule a bit. I miss hanging out with you.
[He's been so wrapped up in his own bullshit that he didn't put enough consideration into her feelings. He became the very thing he hates. Good work.]
[Those feelings came and went, they did. Despite the exhausting amount of work that would distract her for a while, it was just hard being the only one there and feeling overwhelmed enough that she needed to take a break to know she couldn't. Those short moments of reprieve were usually met with some friendly faces here and there. That wasn't the case this time. She could make a few guesses why...but going down that route was difficult. Considering the two people she had in her head right now, her coworker and her friend. Seeing him there would help, and she did want it.
But she didn't want him feeling BAD about it, despite her own feelings. That wasn't what she aimed for. But she did miss him. She missed him a lot. Enough so that she didn't feel like she could argue it. So she won't. Hell, if this was a good distraction for the both of them, then well, she'd welcome it.]
I know your job sucks just as much right now. Even if you got "help", in air quotes.
[Don't you work with another black cat?]
The stuff is all set up really, now it's just logging everything in.
[Note how: she didn't outright reject it. She missed him too.]
[We. She didn't directly turn him down, so as far as he's concerned, that means he's in. Of course, he would have shown up anyway even if she did reject him. Even working together counts as spending that time together, and he'll take what he can get at this point.]
A date, huh... Look at that, my Tanabata wish came true after all.
[He's just kind of muttering it to himself with dry sarcasm. Yeah, he wished to go on a proper romantic date for once, but he kind of had another librarian in mind when he wrote it. He also had the mind that it was just wistful bullshit that wasn't going to happen, so.]
Mutual suffering's a pretty powerful bonding activity. That, or we'll end up killing each other. [HA HA... J...OKES...?????]
Well, I tried...it was the thought that counts, I'm sure. Maybe mine will too.
[Why, did she also make a wish? Old cynical Daria? Make a Tanabata wish? At least now she felt like hers was NEVER going to come true...maybe. At this point she had no high hopes at all. But at least she can be in company of someone who probably really wished to be on a date with someone else. Much like how she-
No, she wasn't to get into it. But, that didn't mean she didn't want to be supportive. She always did. Over time, she just had to learn what was the best method. That was just Being There and see what happened really.]
I'd knew you'd understand. At least be merciful if it comes down to that.
He doesn't actually have the heart to keep going with it, so he offers only a non-committal grunt before taking a seat on the other end of the bench, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees and let his head droop forward. They can both suffer exhaustion together for now.
After he finally took a seat next to her, she tried very hard to not sit on back to take in the comfort of rest. Still yet. Her tail made another swish before trying to reconsider how to go from here.
He looked just as tired as she did. Maybe more so. He wasn't at work so he couldn't sleep.
What to do? She looked to him with a small frown, no longer feeling that humor was the best thing to go from here.]
Heh. I wasn't kidding about never sleeping well. But it's a whole lot worse when I'm stressed, and then that just makes the stress worse...
[His lips pull back in a mirthless grin as he shifts position to slump back against the bench instead, letting his arms hang over the back. There. That's a little more comfortable.]
Used to be I could just wear myself out with a good workout and sleep until morning but I'm too fucked up to even do that right anymore.
[But life goes on. At least, the life after life does.]
[So...it's stress. Next to already a bad sleeping habit. Old things weren't working so now it's just a matter of where to go from there.
She had to consider for a moment. What did she do when she was stressed? Well.]
I'd usually read, play video games, or watch movies when I'm stressed. Movies are closed, we don't have video games, and I think I reached a point in which looking at any text is going to drive me nuts.
Well. Nothing left to try but sex and hard liquor.
[Maybe if he weren't so tired he'd think just a LITTLE BIT HARDER about cracking jokes that crude, especially in front of a woman. Or, you know, in front of anybody ever. Eh. At least jokes are all they are.]
[...She missed this. She really did. It always seemed to make her feel just a little better about her place whenever she felt stressed. Maybe, she hoped, this helped him just a bit. Thankfully for her, she was okay with crude humor.]
[Just, you know, chewing on things a lot. He's pretty sure that if he were given a steak he'd spend a few hours with the bone afterward but he does not want to posit nor test that theory, thank you very much. UH, ANYWAY, HOW ABOUT THAT OTHER TOPIC-]
Tch. I knew someone who was good with drugs. ...The pharmaceutical kind. Medicine and crap. [Though he won't say they were all that legal.] Shame she never turned up here... She'd be able to whip up something to knock us both out and get us back to being proper human beings.
[A pharmacist? She managed to perk her little ears up at that? Such a wide array of skill sets he knew.]
That'd be nice, pending on what she'd be able to get over here. She'd make bank by selling natural remedies or maybe help the medical staff in these parts. There seems to be a niche for everyone.
[Anyway...god she was tired.]
Probably too late to change my own wish for something like that. Something we could all use.
I doubt that whole 'wish' business is legitimate anyway. It's a carrot on a stick for a bunch of dumb kids to do slave labour except the carrot isn't even real.
[...She knew that. She knew that from the very beginning. So why did she make one? Being greedy, maybe. Who even knew what possessed her to do it. Maybe just that small desire to get some closure. That one thing that seemed to worry her that she wished she could put to rest. The same bullshit that got her into this best.
Daria should have known better.]
Yet we both made one because of "tradition" or something. Maybe this place had a bit more of an effect than I first thought.
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Well, I'd think that might hurt a bit if you did. Plus, he's been dealing with his new body parts for a while from somewhere where it was commonplace. We just magically got them and who the hell knows what's going to happen with that.
[Please don't cut them off.]
Cutting them off may turn them into flesh eating gnomes for all we know.
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I really wish I could say you're full of shit right now, but there's no knowing for sure...
[SCHRODINGER'S GNOME...]
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[She let out another tired yawn, her ears twitching and tail dropping a bit.]
But at least I have an excuse, what are you doing out so late?
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[Har dee har har. It makes for a more fun story than the sad reality of him just feeling lonely and having nightmares like some pathetic child.]
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[There was no god here. But there was a bench. Guess who got sick of standing and decided to go sit there, with a bit of a "huff" as she did so. Please tell her she wasn't getting old (that was in about three months from now).
No, she didn't believe him. Hence the sitting. But she just wanted to talk to him, whatever about was fine with her. After all, she wasn't sure WHEN she was going to have free time. This might be one of the only times she got to see him.]
The moon's out and I left the silver back at work, damn. But you should be sleeping with the people who are actually on a schedule.
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I'm fine. I haven't had a decent night's sleep since I got here. [No... probably even before that. The years of war are a bit of a blur when it comes to things like that.] Besides, don't cats sleep a whole lot more than humans? You're the one who should get to bed.
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[Yeah, sitting was a bad idea. Because now that she was in a resting state, it finally hit her how tired she was. The fact that she was a cat made it worse, it was true. What a pain in the ass. But she sat upright, not allowing herself to sit back. The night was comfortably warm, what a danger zone. But she didn't really want to go to bed.]
True but it's not like I have any free time anymore. Once I notice you haven't come around, I'm usually pulled right back into it during the day.
[Its...exceptionally lonely.]
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Then maybe I'll start coming by to lend a hand just to free up your schedule a bit. I miss hanging out with you.
[He's been so wrapped up in his own bullshit that he didn't put enough consideration into her feelings. He became the very thing he hates. Good work.]
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But she didn't want him feeling BAD about it, despite her own feelings. That wasn't what she aimed for. But she did miss him. She missed him a lot. Enough so that she didn't feel like she could argue it. So she won't. Hell, if this was a good distraction for the both of them, then well, she'd welcome it.]
I know your job sucks just as much right now. Even if you got "help", in air quotes.
[Don't you work with another black cat?]
The stuff is all set up really, now it's just logging everything in.
[Note how: she didn't outright reject it. She missed him too.]
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[We. She didn't directly turn him down, so as far as he's concerned, that means he's in. Of course, he would have shown up anyway even if she did reject him. Even working together counts as spending that time together, and he'll take what he can get at this point.]
Don't worry about my job.
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[Her tail seemed to curl right up again, in the face of the blank expression once more, proving that she was now pleased.]
Odd way to have quality time but sure beats banging my head on the new keyboards alone.
[Heh.]
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[He's just kind of muttering it to himself with dry sarcasm. Yeah, he wished to go on a proper romantic date for once, but he kind of had another librarian in mind when he wrote it. He also had the mind that it was just wistful bullshit that wasn't going to happen, so.]
Mutual suffering's a pretty powerful bonding activity. That, or we'll end up killing each other. [HA HA... J...OKES...?????]
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[Why, did she also make a wish? Old cynical Daria? Make a Tanabata wish? At least now she felt like hers was NEVER going to come true...maybe. At this point she had no high hopes at all. But at least she can be in company of someone who probably really wished to be on a date with someone else. Much like how she-
No, she wasn't to get into it. But, that didn't mean she didn't want to be supportive. She always did. Over time, she just had to learn what was the best method. That was just Being There and see what happened really.]
I'd knew you'd understand. At least be merciful if it comes down to that.
[Someone else knew J O K E S.]
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He doesn't actually have the heart to keep going with it, so he offers only a non-committal grunt before taking a seat on the other end of the bench, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees and let his head droop forward. They can both suffer exhaustion together for now.
Maybe he can make ooone more crack...]
It's no good. You've got nine lives now.
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[Nice follow up.
After he finally took a seat next to her, she tried very hard to not sit on back to take in the comfort of rest. Still yet. Her tail made another swish before trying to reconsider how to go from here.
He looked just as tired as she did. Maybe more so. He wasn't at work so he couldn't sleep.
What to do? She looked to him with a small frown, no longer feeling that humor was the best thing to go from here.]
You really look exhausted too, though.
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[His lips pull back in a mirthless grin as he shifts position to slump back against the bench instead, letting his arms hang over the back. There. That's a little more comfortable.]
Used to be I could just wear myself out with a good workout and sleep until morning but I'm too fucked up to even do that right anymore.
[But life goes on. At least, the life after life does.]
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[So...it's stress. Next to already a bad sleeping habit. Old things weren't working so now it's just a matter of where to go from there.
She had to consider for a moment. What did she do when she was stressed? Well.]
I'd usually read, play video games, or watch movies when I'm stressed. Movies are closed, we don't have video games, and I think I reached a point in which looking at any text is going to drive me nuts.
So we're all out here.
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[Maybe if he weren't so tired he'd think just a LITTLE BIT HARDER about cracking jokes that crude, especially in front of a woman. Or, you know, in front of anybody ever. Eh. At least jokes are all they are.]
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Still better than hardcore drugs.
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Until then, my drug is still pizza; and tuna now apparently.
[A sigh.]
I hope you haven't gotten a craving for kibble since this happened.
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[Just, you know, chewing on things a lot. He's pretty sure that if he were given a steak he'd spend a few hours with the bone afterward but he does not want to posit nor test that theory, thank you very much. UH, ANYWAY, HOW ABOUT THAT OTHER TOPIC-]
Tch. I knew someone who was good with drugs. ...The pharmaceutical kind. Medicine and crap. [Though he won't say they were all that legal.] Shame she never turned up here... She'd be able to whip up something to knock us both out and get us back to being proper human beings.
[Probably.]
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[A pharmacist? She managed to perk her little ears up at that? Such a wide array of skill sets he knew.]
That'd be nice, pending on what she'd be able to get over here. She'd make bank by selling natural remedies or maybe help the medical staff in these parts. There seems to be a niche for everyone.
[Anyway...god she was tired.]
Probably too late to change my own wish for something like that. Something we could all use.
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Daria should have known better.]
Yet we both made one because of "tradition" or something. Maybe this place had a bit more of an effect than I first thought.
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