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[Jesus Christ. Okay. Kyna takes a deep swallow of her beer, as though prepping, and sneaks a glance at the bartender. At least he's not paying attention.
And she punches Sam in the stomach. It's not nearly as hard as she could have made it, but it's a solid punch.]
And she punches Sam in the stomach. It's not nearly as hard as she could have made it, but it's a solid punch.]
Jesus.
[ He's sort of ready for it, abdominal muscles tensed, but she still knocks some of the wind out of him. ]
Helluva right hook when you're sober. I glow any?
[ He's sort of ready for it, abdominal muscles tensed, but she still knocks some of the wind out of him. ]
Helluva right hook when you're sober. I glow any?
Could go out back, see if a punch to the face works better.
[ He's not getting up--he's still got half a beer here--but he's more thoughtful than joking at the moment. ]
Gotta be some way to shake it loose. Whatever it is.
[ He's not getting up--he's still got half a beer here--but he's more thoughtful than joking at the moment. ]
Gotta be some way to shake it loose. Whatever it is.
[ He shrugs, unruffled by her laughter. ]
Exactly what I said. You want a late bloomer, you're looking for my little brother.
Exactly what I said. You want a late bloomer, you're looking for my little brother.
[ He snorts. ]
You ever talk to him? Of course he was. [ As much as he's ragging on Nathan, though, there's affection in it. ] We'd go to cantinas and he'd spend the whole night staring at his sketchbook.
You ever talk to him? Of course he was. [ As much as he's ragging on Nathan, though, there's affection in it. ] We'd go to cantinas and he'd spend the whole night staring at his sketchbook.
More'n one. We were outta the US by then. [ Wandering all over the place, especially once they'd picked up enough Spanish not to get their asses beat. ] Depended on the place--how the bar girls looked, mostly. Places that let women in, though? Sure.
...Y'know it took him months to figure out his power, too.
...Y'know it took him months to figure out his power, too.
Let's hope not. [ Wouldn't be the worst thing--but all things being equal, he genuinely wants to know what it is. ] Sure you don't wanna try a real scuffle?
[ Now he's joking. ]
[ Now he's joking. ]
[ He waves a hand--not that different from how he waves his hands around whenever he's talking, but this is a sort of dismissal. Of the idea of her showing him right now, of the idea of grilling her. ]
You wanna talk about home?
You wanna talk about home?
Have to be.
[ She went from no magic to magic to no magic again, which seems like it'd matter to her, not to mention the internet in her brain. ]
Figured everyone else was asking you about it. You wanna talk about what happened, we can talk about it. But we don't gotta.
[ She went from no magic to magic to no magic again, which seems like it'd matter to her, not to mention the internet in her brain. ]
Figured everyone else was asking you about it. You wanna talk about what happened, we can talk about it. But we don't gotta.
[ He frowns. ]
What, just...months of nothing? Or like it never happened?
What, just...months of nothing? Or like it never happened?
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