[It's nice to be somewhere a little more dive-y, actually. Kyna plops down beside him, taking the beer gratefully. She's already talked to Ian, so she's already a little emotionally wrung out.
She looks different, though—her hair's halfway down her back and if he's observant, he might notice a couple of new scars on her arms.]
That's all it takes to be your hero? [ He's trying not to look too close, aware that he'll just be sitting there admiring her, but he catches a fair amount in a quick glance. ] Woulda bought you a beer weeks ago.
[ He's teasing--sort of, anyway. And since he figures how are you? and so how was home? are off-limits... ] You didn't miss much, y'know. No new monsters to fight.
[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.]
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.
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She looks different, though—her hair's halfway down her back and if he's observant, he might notice a couple of new scars on her arms.]
My hero.
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[ He's teasing--sort of, anyway. And since he figures how are you? and so how was home? are off-limits... ] You didn't miss much, y'know. No new monsters to fight.
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Good thing, huh? You would have been screwed without me.
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[ It's idle shit-talking, punctuated by a sip of beer. ]
You planning on rescuing me, next time the city's overrun?
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Maybe. Why, do you want me to?
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[ Usually I save myself, he wants to say, but how true is that, these days? ]
Maybe I can save you. Figure out my little, uh, superpower.
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[ He swigs a sip of beer, thoughtful, swallows, and turns a little more toward her. ]
Okay. Try'n punch me.
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Are you serious?
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As a heart attack.
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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.]
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[ 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?
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Nope.
[And then a shit-eating grin spreads over her face.]
Want me to try again?
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[ 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.
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What's that supposed to mean?
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Exactly what I said. You want a late bloomer, you're looking for my little brother.
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[Give her the gossip, Sam.]
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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.
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...Y'know it took him months to figure out his power, too.
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[And of course this conversation isn't making her miss her brother at all. Not one bit.]
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I SURE DID LOSE THIS SOMEHOW
IT'S COOL I FORGOT ABOUT IT UNTIL THIS MOMENT
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