[ henlo we are here after the harrowing execution with miss robin and lavi, and after kate's and robin's arrival to us. she will just be meandering toooo throws dart, marina's room this time. it's rather dark-looking, minus the strange painted pictures - pretend they are of flowers perhaps! she'll just take rondo by the hand and steer him there herself, quite unceremoniously kicking the door open and bringing him inside.
it's a little claustrophobic, what with all the books around, stacked on every surface, some bits and pieces of brittle chalk here and there. the little desk nook is clearly well-used judging by the pens scattere here and there. her bed is definitely not made, but she does go to tug the bedding flat at a corner and flop down to sit.
she then just opens up her arms wide. come here. come get hug. ]
this room is... so marina. it feels nice to stand in here, honestly - rondo's head cranes curiously around at all the books and the everything as he's tugged along, for once in his life not overthinking being in a girl's room. his emotions wash with warm fondness as he processes everything in here, because everything from the mess to the books to the desk nook just feels like her, and his attention is only distracted when she starts to tug him over.
he goes easily, coming not to sit right away but standing in front of her when she holds her arms out, enough that he can reach down and very gently run his fingers through her new, short hair, with a soft huff of a laugh. ]
Mm. And I think you've had one of the longest weeks of all... [ girl your cyoa. girl your breakin. GIRL YOUR EVERYTHING. there's soft worry to his emotions, but it's much calmer than it's been the past few days as he looks her over. ] How are you feeling...?
[ she touches on his worry with that sort of devil-may-care "i survived" mentality, a smile blooming easily onto her face as she shakes her head. the haircut is going to be something she'll have to get used to, already shifting to headbands and more ornate hair pins since her usualy pigtails are out of the question or long-hair styles. today, she's kept it simple enough to simply pass fingers through, and just nuzzles in close to his chest. ]
I'm okay...
[ tipping her chin upwards to look him in the eye from where she is. lately she wears a little scarf around her throat, sometimes something with a pattern or a design, sometimes just in a delicate, gauzy pink or a deep black. right now, she has nothing, so the scar over it is very much there and present, her reminder.
her hands worm their way up to hold his face very carefully and draw it down. ]
Doesn't get easier, even if we're expecting people to disappear and come back worse for the wear... come... be tired with me.
[ oh, a kiss... these little shows of affection are still so shiny and new that they ping happily in his emotions - there's a fresh bloom of affection when she kisses him, a little rush of excitement and joy, even in the exhaustion of the day.
marina's right. it is exhausting. the execution today was difficult on him - robin really hit on a lot of the issues that he has, too. their mentalities are so similar in so many ways, and seeing her become the bakunawa has left a gnawing unpleasantness in his stomach that's only just now starting to settle down. he exhales outwards, when the little kiss breaks and something in him seems to settle. if his gaze flicks to the scar, it's only for a second - it's a place where they match, now. ]
... Alright. [ can't resist an offer like that, honestly. there are things he wants to tell marina of, anyway, but rondo shifts a little, and from where they're close together, gently presses their foreheads together, very quietly affectionate. ]
[ he's allowed to have this, some part of him needs this and she knows it. she winds her arms around him further and tugs him slowly downwards. she nuzzles into their forehead touch softly, a warmth blooming further (can it even bloom? it's already done so, it's in full force regardless, a resurgence of "i'll protect you too.") ]
Just next to me. On the bed.
[ tugging a little more as she shuffles a pillow towards where his head should land. ]
Right here so we can chat.
[ as she pulls away, all but a hand, and tugs him to lay down. come come. ]
[ she would be right! it has been a very, very long week. it's been a very, very long day, actually. a discomforting conversation has left him feeling off, trying to reconcile something between making someone else happy and his own feelings, but he's been trying to shake it off. nothing here is ever easy.
well, mostly. this is easy. spending time with marina always is. he'll take the invitation - she can feel a little fluster dance across his emotions, a brief skittering spark (sharing a bed with a girl....) but he will obey, coming to lay down so they can squish together on the bed. rondo's a pretty big guy, and he practically radiates warmth, so there's something extra intimate and nice about the spacing, and he settles easily, giving her a shy smile. ]
What about? [ anything. they could talk about the weather and he'd probably be happy. ]
[ welcome you are now laying parallel to a girl on her probably college-sized bed so like. wow. he really does take up a lot of space, but she doesn't seem to mind or scurry away from it. instead she'll just shimmy back to make sure he's comfortable before lifting a hesitant arm and then just
very carefully draping it over him, slotting herself in comfortably now. she thought maybe she'd need to situate herself better, or that she'd be perhaps a little more uncertain, but rondo radiates the kind of warmth that she's come to trust to an impossible-to-reach degree. ]
Or the weather, but I don't think "cloudy with a chance of fleas" is really a thing I wanna talk about.
[ she uses her other hand to reach up between them and fuss a little with the hairs over his forehead, sweeping them back a little to stroke gently up the line of his brow. ]
[ wow..... cuddles..... these are a new thing for rondo but he is finding he's enjoying it! a lot! even if it's just a little bit forbidden, just a little, it's not in a bad way - to comfort and love and to be close to someone else is not a bad thing, especially after the nightmare that has been this week.
maybe it's more obvious than he thinks, that he's tired - there's a slight flicker of surprise, and then something sheepish, like he's been caught. as marina settles in, it takes him a moment, but he carefully lifts an arm to lay over her in return, curling it gently around her shoulders, and ducks his head down when she fusses with his very fluffy bangs, peeking at her from under his brow with that same, sheepish smile. busted. ]
... mm. [ god no fleas. ] ... Truthfully, I... spoke to Karlach about - well. I'm sure you can guess. [ murder! his emotions do something funny and wobbly - something sad, worried, grieving, and something sort of ... almost nauseous, buried underneath. ] It... I think it went better than it did the first time, but...
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w5, sunday
it's a little claustrophobic, what with all the books around, stacked on every surface, some bits and pieces of brittle chalk here and there. the little desk nook is clearly well-used judging by the pens scattere here and there. her bed is definitely not made, but she does go to tug the bedding flat at a corner and flop down to sit.
she then just opens up her arms wide. come here. come get hug. ]
Every week feels like a dog's age...
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this room is... so marina. it feels nice to stand in here, honestly - rondo's head cranes curiously around at all the books and the everything as he's tugged along, for once in his life not overthinking being in a girl's room. his emotions wash with warm fondness as he processes everything in here, because everything from the mess to the books to the desk nook just feels like her, and his attention is only distracted when she starts to tug him over.
he goes easily, coming not to sit right away but standing in front of her when she holds her arms out, enough that he can reach down and very gently run his fingers through her new, short hair, with a soft huff of a laugh. ]
Mm. And I think you've had one of the longest weeks of all... [ girl your cyoa. girl your breakin. GIRL YOUR EVERYTHING. there's soft worry to his emotions, but it's much calmer than it's been the past few days as he looks her over. ] How are you feeling...?
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I'm okay...
[ tipping her chin upwards to look him in the eye from where she is. lately she wears a little scarf around her throat, sometimes something with a pattern or a design, sometimes just in a delicate, gauzy pink or a deep black. right now, she has nothing, so the scar over it is very much there and present, her reminder.
her hands worm their way up to hold his face very carefully and draw it down. ]
Doesn't get easier, even if we're expecting people to disappear and come back worse for the wear... come... be tired with me.
[ chuuu ]
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marina's right. it is exhausting. the execution today was difficult on him - robin really hit on a lot of the issues that he has, too. their mentalities are so similar in so many ways, and seeing her become the bakunawa has left a gnawing unpleasantness in his stomach that's only just now starting to settle down. he exhales outwards, when the little kiss breaks and something in him seems to settle. if his gaze flicks to the scar, it's only for a second - it's a place where they match, now. ]
... Alright. [ can't resist an offer like that, honestly. there are things he wants to tell marina of, anyway, but rondo shifts a little, and from where they're close together, gently presses their foreheads together, very quietly affectionate. ]
Where do you want me?
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Just next to me. On the bed.
[ tugging a little more as she shuffles a pillow towards where his head should land. ]
Right here so we can chat.
[ as she pulls away, all but a hand, and tugs him to lay down. come come. ]
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well, mostly. this is easy. spending time with marina always is. he'll take the invitation - she can feel a little fluster dance across his emotions, a brief skittering spark (sharing a bed with a girl....) but he will obey, coming to lay down so they can squish together on the bed. rondo's a pretty big guy, and he practically radiates warmth, so there's something extra intimate and nice about the spacing, and he settles easily, giving her a shy smile. ]
What about? [ anything. they could talk about the weather and he'd probably be happy. ]
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Whatever's eating you.
[ welcome you are now laying parallel to a girl on her probably college-sized bed so like. wow. he really does take up a lot of space, but she doesn't seem to mind or scurry away from it. instead she'll just shimmy back to make sure he's comfortable before lifting a hesitant arm and then just
very carefully draping it over him, slotting herself in comfortably now. she thought maybe she'd need to situate herself better, or that she'd be perhaps a little more uncertain, but rondo radiates the kind of warmth that she's come to trust to an impossible-to-reach degree. ]
Or the weather, but I don't think "cloudy with a chance of fleas" is really a thing I wanna talk about.
[ she uses her other hand to reach up between them and fuss a little with the hairs over his forehead, sweeping them back a little to stroke gently up the line of his brow. ]
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maybe it's more obvious than he thinks, that he's tired - there's a slight flicker of surprise, and then something sheepish, like he's been caught. as marina settles in, it takes him a moment, but he carefully lifts an arm to lay over her in return, curling it gently around her shoulders, and ducks his head down when she fusses with his very fluffy bangs, peeking at her from under his brow with that same, sheepish smile. busted. ]
... mm. [ god no fleas. ] ... Truthfully, I... spoke to Karlach about - well. I'm sure you can guess. [ murder! his emotions do something funny and wobbly - something sad, worried, grieving, and something sort of ... almost nauseous, buried underneath. ] It... I think it went better than it did the first time, but...