[ we're here. at the bar. the bar that we love. thebe is looking pretty good actually, a little less pale than at curfew, but obviously... pretty fucking bummed about what went down today from the reports and working the backend of things. they already seem to have baiken's favorite set out for her, and are just nursing a beer, with a couple of cans already demolished to the side.
son is just waiting in baiken's seat at the bar, tail swishing.
[ i will give this to u bc they hang out so much. thebe is like. an inch smaller. so they are really just looking eye to eye you cannot loom. well actually, maybe you can with all the hair? help. regardless... thebe just chuckles. ]
I said I would...
[ setting down the beer, they will pull their gloves off and just. place the back of one of her hands into baiken's palm. it looks like they have, indeed, been healed, no longer raw-looking. ]
[ it's the looming vibe even if she cannot physically loom. you've seen her intimidating swagger walk animation. she doesn't give a shit that she's short. hilariously i thought jill was taller anyway.
that being said, it's a quick check. she didn't think she'd lie, but... maybe baiken was a little worried... ]
Alright, you pass.
[ and she will sit and enjoy her drink finally. maybe nudge son a little bit first. ]
I know, and everyone else knows. But there's still a lot of cryin' on Sundays.
[ baiken hasn't cried since she was a wee lass so it's just kind of awkward most of the time. she could stand to be more empathetic but that part of her withered away a long time ago with the rest of her emotional abilities. ]
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W4 SATURDAY
son is just waiting in baiken's seat at the bar, tail swishing.
wearily: ]
Another week down...
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[ thanks baiken. son gets to sits for a moment longer, because baiken is looming over thebe to the best of her 5'4 ability. ]
Let me see your hands.
[ holding her one out. she just wants to look at those contact burns :/ ]
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I said I would...
[ setting down the beer, they will pull their gloves off and just. place the back of one of her hands into baiken's palm. it looks like they have, indeed, been healed, no longer raw-looking. ]
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that being said, it's a quick check. she didn't think she'd lie, but... maybe baiken was a little worried... ]
Alright, you pass.
[ and she will sit and enjoy her drink finally. maybe nudge son a little bit first. ]
Think you'll be okay tomorrow?
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also... cute. worried. thebe just holds still. ]
Oh good.
[ son "nya"s when nudged and raises his paw to bat at her sleeve a little before hopping onto the counter to flop down and yawn. ]
Whatever happens, we'll just have to brace ourselves for it. If the pattern holds... you know.
[ lol she's going to collapse in the bar and be useless tomorrow like the rest of the npcs but it's Fine. ]
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I know, and everyone else knows. But there's still a lot of cryin' on Sundays.
[ baiken hasn't cried since she was a wee lass so it's just kind of awkward most of the time. she could stand to be more empathetic but that part of her withered away a long time ago with the rest of her emotional abilities. ]
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[ slow sip. ]
I get it...