[ Wash is guessing from Kyna's network post that she prefers text -- it's a few days later when he messages her directly. He isn't using the network publicly yet and wouldn't have anything to contribute, but finds that he'd like to talk to her again. She's one of the few people he's spoken to where he wasn't feeling constantly on edge and. Well. He knows he needs to make some friends. He knows he doesn't like who he is when he doesn't have any.
She's the best prospect, he tells himself it's just logical, but the fact is she was also... fun. He's spotted her around the safehouse but hasn't had the nerve to approach again, because he knows how awkward he is. How weird he must have come off last time they spoke.
But she has to eat, right? And Wash isn't sure where Kyna is right now, but he knows he's about ready for dinner. ]
[ Wash raises a hand in greeting, and finds himself smiling faintly at the fact that she came, and quickly. He's not used to people wanting to spend time with him quite like this, especially not someone he just met. The closer she gets the clearer their size difference becomes, and he realizes he'd forgotten just how small she is. Seeing her around she seemed taller. She just had that kind of energy, maybe, larger than her physical form. ]
Hey. You holding up okay?
[ He tilts his head in the direction he wants to walk, as if to ask 'shall we?' ]
[Kyna's volume probably makes up for her stature—still, being her makes her feel vulnerable in a way she's not used to, especially stripped of her magic. Being extra energetic or angry is almost being a defense mechanism at this point.
She looks relaxed now, at least, and she shoots him a little smile.]
This place fucking sucks and I hate it. What about you?
[ Wash translates that to "I'm dealing because I have no choice" and his smile back is understanding, as well as amused how she chose to phrase it. She reminds him of home, honestly. He can't help thinking she'd get along famously with his team. ]
That's about where I'm at, too. I feel a little better out of the Safehouse.
[ It's been a few days, enough for him to be reasonably certain there's nothing in their food or water there, but he's not really sleeping and doesn't trust that there aren't bugs somewhere. Or moles. Hell, maybe Sharkface is right and this place is advanced enough to monitor them through their implants too besides location info, but that degree of paranoia would probably wreck him so he's choosing to believe it's primarily the network and Safehouse that are being watched.
They fall into step together, Wash taking slightly shorter ones so she doesn't have to feel rushed. ]
Most people are blowing their stipend on booze, I've noticed.
[ The raspberry gets a soft huff, not quite a laugh because it takes an awful lot to pry one of those out of him, but obviously more amusement. He shrugs a little, almost apologetically. ]
It's not like I'm judging, just making an observation. I saw you offer to bartend at that new place they're opening, too... is your favorite thing to drink also your favorite drink to make?
[ He may have practiced his conversation starters a little, because... well, he shouldn't discount good advice just because the source is a little iffy. Kyna can probably tell that he's not used to smalltalk, though, his delivery slightly awkward. More like shyness than anything, his cadence off like he's questioning what he's saying and then rushing to get it out. ]
Actually, yeah. In general, but especially that post since it mentioned security. I'd be better at that than customer service... turned out they'd already gotten a few offers, though.
[ She was teasing but he answers honestly, because why not? ]
I bet they could use more, you know? And yeah, usually. I like getting the weird ass themed cocktails some places do. It keeps me on my toes or whatever.
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She's the best prospect, he tells himself it's just logical, but the fact is she was also... fun. He's spotted her around the safehouse but hasn't had the nerve to approach again, because he knows how awkward he is. How weird he must have come off last time they spoke.
But she has to eat, right? And Wash isn't sure where Kyna is right now, but he knows he's about ready for dinner. ]
Hey. What are you up to right now?
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sometimes i do a lap around the safehouse
you?
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I'm heading to the food stalls.
It's on me.
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that's a million times better than laps
where are you?
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I'm people watching in the common room.
Meet you out front?
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[So Kyna heads out front to meet him, waving when they spot one another.]
Hey.
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Hey. You holding up okay?
[ He tilts his head in the direction he wants to walk, as if to ask 'shall we?' ]
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She looks relaxed now, at least, and she shoots him a little smile.]
This place fucking sucks and I hate it. What about you?
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That's about where I'm at, too. I feel a little better out of the Safehouse.
[ It's been a few days, enough for him to be reasonably certain there's nothing in their food or water there, but he's not really sleeping and doesn't trust that there aren't bugs somewhere. Or moles. Hell, maybe Sharkface is right and this place is advanced enough to monitor them through their implants too besides location info, but that degree of paranoia would probably wreck him so he's choosing to believe it's primarily the network and Safehouse that are being watched.
They fall into step together, Wash taking slightly shorter ones so she doesn't have to feel rushed. ]
Most people are blowing their stipend on booze, I've noticed.
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At his observation, Kyna blows a raspberry, then grins up at him.]
Wow, calling me out. Thanks.
[Well... Booze and food, but hey. She's gotten almost pathologically desperate for a distraction.]
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It's not like I'm judging, just making an observation. I saw you offer to bartend at that new place they're opening, too... is your favorite thing to drink also your favorite drink to make?
[ He may have practiced his conversation starters a little, because... well, he shouldn't discount good advice just because the source is a little iffy. Kyna can probably tell that he's not used to smalltalk, though, his delivery slightly awkward. More like shyness than anything, his cadence off like he's questioning what he's saying and then rushing to get it out. ]
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Stalking the network, huh? [She says it teasingly.] Nope. I like making simple drinks because then I don't have to think about it.
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[ She was teasing but he answers honestly, because why not? ]
Nope, so your favorite is complicated?
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[ Then he grins, because weird ass themed cocktails do sound like fun. ]
I actually saw a bunch of those at stands in the carnival. If you're interested.
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[Not that she's complaining.]
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[ Who's he to judge, honestly? ]
I'm not sure anyone's ever called me a bad influence before, though. This is new.
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[Maybe it's just that she gets called a bad influence all the time, but that kind of shocks her.]
Is that good or bad?
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[ He tilts his head at Kyna. ]
I don't really know... did you mean it as a bad thing? I thought you were joking.
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[Almost everything she says is teasing.]
What do you mean, they called you other things?
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[ He's incredibly not chill. But was pretty sure she was joking, it's just lingering tension at the situation in general. ]
Oh, uh. Usually these days it's buzzkill.
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Holy shit, that's harsh. Why buzzkill? You don't seem like one to me.
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The guys I hang out with have had some spectacularly bad ideas.
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[ He misses his idiots... ]
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