[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.
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?
[ 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. ]
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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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[ Now he's joking. ]
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I could totally kick your ass. I can go all intangible, remember?
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[When they're not in a bar, she means. It's not like she's hiding that she's a Displaced, but she doesn't want the attention right now.]
I'm surprised you're not like, grilling me.
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You wanna talk about home?
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[It's an honest answer, at least, not a dodge. She swings her feet absently, staring down at the bar.]
Kind of? And then kind of not. But it's weird being here all the sudden again.
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[ 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.
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[It comes out soft and grateful, and she swirls her beer in the glass.]
I didn't remember any of this at all when I was at home.
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What, just...months of nothing? Or like it never happened?
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I SURE DID LOSE THIS SOMEHOW
IT'S COOL I FORGOT ABOUT IT UNTIL THIS MOMENT
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