maege | night 18

Maybe a little. You should've watched who you were running into earlier.

[that said, while he doesn't pull any less tightly, he does at least attempt to not pull MORE tightly]

And...

[look, the answer is quite obviously "yes", and while he's light-headed enough to consider answering, it's tough to get past the scowling phase]

Seriously? Look, I am sorry for overestimating how good of a swordswoman I am and being kinda panicky, come on.

[but she kind of raises an eyebrow at him while that wraps up (heh), then makes a big show of rolling her eyes.]

Take a seat, I got it.

--You know how you can magically get a touchdown from the other end of the pitch or whatever that basketball thing is? Part of me is mentally programming how to ruin you through the internet for what you've done. It's--distracting, to say the least.

[he continues frowning as he sits, pulling up his shredded shirt so she can work]

...I'd add you to a ton of mailing lists, find your home address and give it to some anonymous tip lines for some government agencies, maybe claim you're a meth lab or an underground dog fighting ring so the police will bust your house, or your parents' home. File taxes with your ID or open a million credit cards under your name. ...It's stupid, because I am very rich and could use any number of more efficient ways to ruin someone. But all I can think about is using one of those services to mail bags of glitter, or gummy phalluses.

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What. Wait, what does that have to do wi—

[oh my god no he's not ending at the touchdown thing, he's still going, she was in the middle of unraveling some gauze but he keeps talking and she just stops, and stares at him, and keeps staring, and she is a greedy sinner unfit to ask the Earth Mother to bless her with patience but she is doing so anyway because he just keeps going what the fuck. she does not come from a time in need of a proper mail system, the extent of her government-related understanding is "the princess is my bff," there is a lot of specific terminology here that is just well beyond her and she cannot piece any of this together for the life of her. who are the police, what's the internet!!! please send help.]

...Kaiba? Kaiba. Kaiba. Kaiba.

[crouching down some so she can meet him at eye level exactly hurts, but by god is the effect necessary]

Tsumugi had to explain running water to me on, like, our third day here.

[...]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[he opens his mouth]

[he closes his mouth]

...

[he doesn't cross his arms but only because is difficult to do at present]

My title. It will have to come into play at some point. Just so you know.

[god, hopefully no one expects any emotions from him, they are the worst]

...

The...dragon fanboy thing?

[she doesn't understand the situation any better but at least he's quit monologuing long enough for her to actually start bandaging him up, ultra careful because usually there's more blood and less booze in her when she has to do this and she doesn't wanna fuck it up]

Yes. Usually I don't have such--enthusiasm.

[says the guy who made a dragon theme park with a dragon-themed outfit and a dragon-shaped jet]

...Oh. Oh! Ohhhhhhhhh.

[gods fuck shit she forgot about the dragon thing]

Okay, well, you've already somehow managed to put up with me this long. [a sigh, though, because she can't even be sassy about this] Look, I just—I couldn't not do something after the stupid stick I got and I was kind of hoping I'd find more or less anyone else, but, you know, sometimes that doesn't happen, and that was one of those times.

[huffs, then sighs again]

...Not...Gods, not that any of it's an excuse. This too tight?

[#dragons #neverforget]

...It's fine.

[which--apparently is the only response he has to any of it, and honestly isn't all that bad of one as kaiba responses go; better than monologuing, anyway]

Edited 2018-01-26 01:56 (UTC)

[is it better than monologuing, though? is it?]

It better be—I mean, the last part better be, 'cause suffocating you becomes more of a problem what with all that rib cage in the way. Seriously, take a big breath and tell me if that feels okay.

[it is faster to type, at least]

[he does take a big breath and it hurts and it sucks but nothing like falls out or anything, so shruggo]

...Maybe I'll just take small breaths. The bandages are fine.

Okay, well—As long as you're sure it's wound hurt and not compression hurt. They're your lungs.

[buuut with that all taken care of she's gonna half-collapse into a chair again, running her hand down her face now that she's all clean]

...If dragon killing is a deal breaker on the cover story front, honestly, that's cool. [buuut she sounds kind of reluctant saying it] If it makes your inner Ultimate Dragon Fanboy feel any better, though, whatever...internet meth dog thing you've got planned isn't gonna compare to how deep the dung I've dug myself into at home over this is, so, whatever.

[he sits back, hand drifting to his card locket]

I... None of this matters anyway. So-- I appreciate that you were honest with me. I don't want-- It's not a deal-breaker, I mean. ...I wasn't going to tell anyone at home about this part.

[she just kind of half buries her face in her hands at the way he says none of this matters and makes some pathetic whimper-laugh noise, thinking that that could at all be the case for her; cool okay that was a good short while of everyone here pretending to be vaguely put-together]

Yeah, well—I mean, I wasn't gonna not tell you, geez, you've put up with me for this long.

[...]

Would be cool if that's how it worked, but— [and she is just drunk enough to follow up with,] What, you're just gonna go back and deal with it on your own?

That seems to be a pretty rare philosophy.

[and maybe he is still salty about the last trial, but hey, it was just a couple days ago, so. plus, he's just drunk enough to give an incredulous look and an honest reply to her other statement as well]

What, you're gonna go back and blab all about how you dreamt you were in this crazy facility where you all voted to kill each other and you think anyone's ever going to trust you to do anything again? I can't tell anyone about this. It's...this is too much.

...

Yeah, okay.

[she drags a hand down her face again, and then start gesturing vaguely at the air with that hand as she goes on, just sort of rapidly babbling]

I dunno, I just, I figure, someone's gonna be like "oh, hey, Mae, it sure has been super quiet these past three weeks, where've you been?" and I'm gonna have to have something ready, and I'm not about to lie to them, either, and I guess—Boey'll probably believe me as long as I don't try to explain what a robot is, but I guess I messed up bad enough that it doesn't really matter, anyway— Ugh, you're right, this is way too much.

[tense, gripping his pendant again]

"I was kidnapped, it was bad," even that much is pushing it. Start going on about killer robots and murder-suicides and people shot out of cannons, they'll ship us off to some sanitarium and throw away the key. I don't know about you, but if I'm willing to kill to protect something I'm sure as hell not going to ruin that over someone's misguided curiosity and a few bad dreams.

Mm. Not that you've actually said a single thing I could actually argue with, but—

[just sort of. gestures. again. instead of finishing that thought, or deciding what she would finish it with]

Sorry, you totally didn't ask to deal with being panicked at at this hour after all of this.

[pauses, then looks away, scrubbing his face again. geez, this is why he doesn't usually drink...but this has been such a long three weeks]

It's...fine. Better to get it over with now. Things need to go well for us tomorrow.

[he pauses again, turns to her, hesitates a third time]

Ah. Are you...?

Mm. [it is vaguely approaching a noise of appreciation instead of just one of acknowledgement, anyway]

...Aaam Iiiii...? If the follow up is "okay," like, I'm functioning and all, but look at us, come on.

All the parts that need to be inside, are...now, anyway. That should count for something.

I just meant... Did you need to talk, about...things.

[he is uncertain if he could possibly look any more awkward about it but]

...You suuuure you're gonna open that door up? 'cause like, a minute ago you didn't even ask and that was just a taste of the freaking out levels I'm capable of.

[she's got a lot of feelings kaiba are you sure you're ready to open up pandora's box]

Oh, I'm sure I don't want to, but that's never stopped anything from happening before. Plus, you wouldn't keep talking about how you're in such trouble when you get back if you didn't want to talk about it, and no one's here but me, so...

[so, not ready, but at least semi-willing?]

[flatly:] How thoughtful of you.

[but also, way to call her out]

It's... I dunno, it's a religious thing, like, it doesn't actually matter if I keep my mouth shut about it because I still did it—Actually that probably makes it worse? I killed an innocent, killed a dragon, not even a maddened one or a Terror, what kind of arrogant jackass goes and tries to square up with a dragon, both of our gods are dragons. Like I get that we've established the theme of the night as bad choices and really that's just been standard fare since I got here but come on.

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