catchall for emma

[leaberator]

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[leaberator]

[ ... ]

Were you hit with that "Hunk of Burning Love" power?

[ challenge IMMEDIATELY failed ]

[foodbin]

...You really don’t know how to take a compliment, do you?

[leaberator]

[ immediately splutters, gesturing widely, probably nearly hitting emma in the face because Romance ]

Wha-- Hey, I can take a compliment fine when they're true! [ he can't. ] That's not why I'm-- [ he falters, shaking his head before continuing, just as... heated? ] I'm just saying, the first thing you do after is-- kiss me?

[ his voice definitely cracked a little on that last word there. he is going to die of embarrassment. ]

[foodbin]

I mean, we’ve kind of been... Haven’t we been dancing around it for a week?

[leaberator]

[ dumbly; ]

We have?

[foodbin]

I...

[ohhhhh nooooo]

I thought we were...? Look, if I got the wrong idea, I’m sorry, but...

[leaberator]

[ everything is terrible right now? ]

I... I wasn't doing it on purpose? [ was he doing it at all? WAS HE??? but he gestures towards her, as if trying to say he's not done ] But it's not like I don't... [ he's obviously struggling to say words, waving a hand around like the words will magically fall from the sky into his hand so he can throw them at her ] I just-- I don't, I mean I haven't-- I've never really--

[ he's going to die. he's literally going to die. he stops talking only for long enough to let out a really. long breath. ]

I haven't ever done this kind of stuff before, I guess?

[ he looks mortified. ]

[foodbin]

[After a few moments:]

Well, what do you want to do...?

[leaberator]

[ why would she ever pass the ball to him. ]

Like, right now? [ of COURSE right now, what is he SAYING? ] Is this... really the best time to be having this conversation?

[ she just lost a hand but also like, they kissed, so when else should they have it, dumbass, and he has that realization enough that he rubs at his face instead ]

Okay, so, what I wanna do right now is sorta bury my head in the sand a little, bear with me here.

[foodbin]

...I can wait, if you want. I mean, I’m not trying to pressure you or anything. And - there’s a few other things we should talk about either way, probably.

[leaberator]

[ all the options need to be about talking, so this is. great. ]

... Yeah. We should. Look, it's not-- it's not you. [ he did-- kiss her back, and all. ] I think it's prolly a little obvious by now I'm not... that good with feelings.

[foodbin]

...It’s okay.

[She almost laughs, but.]

Last time I had something like this [she gestures between them], it ended... about as horribly as it possibly could have, so.

[leaberator]

[ ... ]

Aliens?

[ he's. guessing. but he doesn't want to make her go into details, so: ]

As established, last time I had something like this was... never, so.

[foodbin]

Aliens.

[She confirms, shaking her head.]

This is... probably the weirdest first ever, huh?

[leaberator]

It's not that it's weird. [ well. ] That weird, anyway, if we compare it to all the other stuff.

[foodbin]

Right. Stranger things have happened, huh?

[...]

If you decide what kind of thing you want it to be, let me know.

[leaberator]

[ ... ]

Well, what kinda thing would you like it to be?

[ just. for. reference? ]

[foodbin]

...Before we talk about that, there’s something you should know. And - you’re not going to like it, but I don’t think it’s fair of me to be doing whatever this is if you don’t hear it first.

[leaberator]

[ ... ]

Okay. What is it?

[foodbin]

...Do you remember when I asked you if you had anything to go back to, when we were talking about your scars?

[...]

I don’t.

[leaberator]

[ ... ]

So, you're...?

[foodbin]

...Yeah.

[She can’t quite meet his eyes, and she seems unsteady as she talks about this, somehow.]

I don’t really know why I’m here, but - like you said. Stranger things have happened.

[leaberator]

[ ... he's silent, for a bit, before he admits, quiet: ]

Death isn't always that final. Speaking from experience.

[foodbin]

It's... different than what I thought it would be, that's for sure.

[But, after a pause:]

I'm sorry. For whatever happened to you.

[leaberator]

Tell me about it. I'm up to like, three?

[ he thinks. the last one is admittedly fuzzy on whether it counts and whether it really happened or not. ]