8th Dusting

[makeitquick]

[Voice / Action]

[You know she almost, almost signed on for that one mission. A guard, surviving, she knew she could handle it. But then when she saw that "desert" thing. she has no idea what a desert is, so today she is at the library researching that, mostly because she really doesn't have much better to do today. She is clearly in a better mood though- all her earrings are in place (one of them she even thinks might be gold) and she she has a shiny nose stud in place. But... as she learns more and looks into these things more-

..Jesu.

She's gotten over being afraid of the sun (somewhat) in Luceti, mostly because of how dreary winter is, but that desert that... she flips open her journal]

Hey, Luceti. Talk to me 'bout the sun. Some of you got tales for it, right? Gotta.

[Feel free to answer her or see her in the library]

Comments

[herotypical]

Well, there are some pretty nifty songs about it. The sun. And sunshine.

[ you are my sunshine -- why is it stuck in her head, this week? ]

[makeitquick]

Yeah? Gunna sing for me, Summers?

[herotypical]

Y-yeah. A world of hell no. I don't sing.

[ except for when she, y'know, does. ]

[makeitquick]

Disappointing me, Summers.

[herotypical]

...Guess I'll have to learn to live with that.

How's things?

[ how are you? ]

[makeitquick]

Good as you can be outa home.

[herotypical]

Good? [ she's surprised; especially after the sad state she'd seen melaka in the last time around. ] That's...good. That you're good.

[makeitquick]

...Some kinda bad bird. Azu's back already. Remembers. ...'Sides that, it's good.

[She has someone to be wary of. To fight maybe. It's exciting, she confesses]

[herotypical]

Back? Already?

[ like jack... ]

[makeitquick]

Already.

[herotypical]

Is she, uhm, glad? To be back?

[makeitquick]

Dunno. [Doubt it]

[herotypical]

...What about you?

[makeitquick]

I... [...] I dunno.

[No. she's glad. But she feels bad for it]

[herotypical]

It's okay to feel happy and sad about it. I think there's room for that. God -- I've felt it often enough.

[makeitquick]

[Pfft-] Yeah, guess there is. Fine, then I'm both and maybe feeling a little rocketship she moved in next to me.

[herotypical]

Next to? Why not with?

[makeitquick]

...She called it.

[herotypical]

...Did you offer?

[makeitquick]

-No.

[herotypical]

...Got a reason? Maybe you just don't want a roommate?

[makeitquick]

Not- just... [HER POOR HEART. She shifts, awkwardly] It's not that, Summers.

[Maybe she should filter this]

[herotypical]

Right. I'm...getting the don't wanna talk about it vibe. I'll just -- let it go, shall I?

[Filter]

[makeitquick]

[A basic, one. Yeah]

...Kinda seems awk to ask.

[Filter]

[herotypical]

How so? What's so awkward about just being like...you're a friend, I'm a friend, let's be friends together. In a cohabitational style.