[ it's late at night by the time she shows up at Rufus's door - not where she planned to show up, exactly, and nothing either of them had discussed, but it's where her feet end up taking her. Right up until the end, he's the one she finds herself going back to. This time, she knocks; she's got a scroll of some kind tucked under one arm, and looks a lot less ill than she had after the fight earlier. ]
[ gratitude fills her expression, and she takes the silent invitation, walking in and sitting herself down on a chair heavily - she's a bit too tired to be prim. ]
Thanks, Rufus. It feels like you're always helping me out lately.
is rufus cute? maybe. if she looks at his behavior through that lens, then suddenly, he kind of is. Fiora sets her drones on her lap, looking gently amused. ]
Hehe... Right. Nothing to gain at all. [ not like she ever thought he'd give her a straight answer. ] Is your face feeling okay? That was a nasty bruise.
I know. You're missing a whole arm, too, aren't you?
[ he's like her in that small sense. She gently sets her drones on the ground. ]
But getting injured really badly one time doesn't mean you stop feeling lesser pain after. You know I'll take care of you if you need it. And not just me, either.
[ see, rufus, that wasn't so hard!! Fiora nods, satisfied. ]
... Really, though. Thanks for letting me stay here. And thanks for watching my back earlier during the fight, too. [ she actually didn't mean to come in here and start nagging him immediately... ] Do you think we'll make it this time?
Yeah. There is still a lot of distortion outside, though. It's creepy out there.
[ when she's inside, she can nearly forget about it - but it reminds her of when she was little, too, hiding in Dunban's room with him during a thunderstorm. There's an ominous sense of impending something that's hard to shake. With her drones removed, she gets up to go sit on the (non-Rufus-occupied) bed. ]
week 7, saturday
Rufus? Are you there?
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What is it?
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... I haven't got a place to stay tonight.
[ which is a statement she'd normally coach in "it's not what it sounds like," talking to a boy, but it's Rufus, so there's no need to bother. ]
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Thanks, Rufus. It feels like you're always helping me out lately.
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It would be a waste to let an extra bed go unused.
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You know... I've been thinking. Are you actually just shy?
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Are you saying that I'm nervous?
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No, I mean you're embarrassed to show people that you care, or how you're feeling - that kind of thing.
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is rufus cute? maybe. if she looks at his behavior through that lens, then suddenly, he kind of is. Fiora sets her drones on her lap, looking gently amused. ]
Hehe... Right. Nothing to gain at all. [ not like she ever thought he'd give her a straight answer. ] Is your face feeling okay? That was a nasty bruise.
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I've sustained worse. Please don't mind it.
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Last time you said that, it was when all the skin on your hand fell off, so forgive me if I don't entirely believe you.
[ he's so stubborn!! ]
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[ he's like her in that small sense. She gently sets her drones on the ground. ]
But getting injured really badly one time doesn't mean you stop feeling lesser pain after. You know I'll take care of you if you need it. And not just me, either.
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[ see, rufus, that wasn't so hard!! Fiora nods, satisfied. ]
... Really, though. Thanks for letting me stay here. And thanks for watching my back earlier during the fight, too. [ she actually didn't mean to come in here and start nagging him immediately... ] Do you think we'll make it this time?
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[ when she's inside, she can nearly forget about it - but it reminds her of when she was little, too, hiding in Dunban's room with him during a thunderstorm. There's an ominous sense of impending something that's hard to shake. With her drones removed, she gets up to go sit on the (non-Rufus-occupied) bed. ]
... Well, whatever happens, I'm ready for it.
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There's nothing else to be done tonight. You should rest while there's time.
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[ there's a lot to think about. Fiora sighs, flopping back on the bed. She is tired, though... ]
Are you worried?
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[ glancing over his way. his ability to completely kill his feelings would be impressive if it wasn't depressing. ]
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[ a beat. ]
... Don't you feel like screaming?
[ he'd said he was young, too, after all... ]
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