Sparring and Reconciliation (LC11)

[16:53] <@Scott> [You've set yourself to away on the memo and head out in front of your spire. You've finished a new staff, this one with steel bands around it to give it more weight and sturdyness. You're practicing with it, getting a sense of how it moves and feels as you wait for Timewolf to arrive.]
[16:58] <Zeimah> [You set yourself away on the memo as you get to Scott's Spire. You've upgraded most of your equipment, except for the taser - you can't figure out a way to upgrade it without making it more lethal in the process, which rather defeats the whole point.]
[16:59] <Zeimah> ["Hey." A wave, as you greet Scott, stepping out of the door to the Spire. "Gimme a second to set up the camera. We doing this on points, to first blood, or 'till someone begs for mercy?"]
[17:02] <@Scott> [You stop as you hear her step out, holding the staff up right as you walk towards her, its a good seven feet tall and about two inches thick. "Hey. Points to warm up maybe?"]
[17:13] <Zeimah> [A nod and you set up the camera - a floating orb-thing that starts to circle slowly as it gains height. A pair of fancy fans that look like they wouldn't be out of place at the Masquerade are pulled out, "Works, yeah. Figure out whether we do points, first blood, or begging for mercy for after the warm-up after we're done it?"]
[17:15] <@Scott> [You nod your head, a hint of a small grin on your face. "Works for me." You've marked out a decent sized area thats been bifurcated, moving to one of the halves. "Fans huh?"]
[17:18] <Zeimah> [A shrug. "Among others, yeah. Fankind's got a good bit of range to it, if you know what to toss in." You move into the other half, pacing and keeping your eyes on Scott.]
[17:21] <@Scott> ["Fair enough" You stand there, studying her for a few moments before grabbing the staff with both hands, approximately in the middle. The small groves in the iron to catch weapons feeling odd under your fingers. "Ready when you are."]
[17:25] <Zeimah> [A smile that's probably a bit too fangy to be any kind of comforting, and then you charge towards him. At least this method of fighting works well as a Combat class. How you managed to make it work as Mage and Seer is probably a riddle for the ages.]
[17:26] <@Scott> [You hold your staff out on front of you, looking to jab her with the end at range. Your back foot bracing for the charge.]
[17:30] <Zeimah> [You attempt to smack the staff away, but can't avoid getting jabbed with it at least once. Your arms aren't long enough to reach Scott past the length of the staff.]
[17:31] <@Scott> [You backpedal, swinging the staff around. "Point?" You probably should of asked what qualified as a point.]
[17:40] <Zeimah> [A grimace but you concede it. "Point." ...you need something with more range, you think. Maybe you can tase him.]
[17:41] <@Scott> [You walk back to the starting area. "Want to do it to three hits before calling it as a point?" You swing the staff around, gesturing.]
[17:46] <Zeimah> [You consider and then nod. "Yeah." The hand-fans are considered for a few moments and then you switch them out for a larger fan that probably counts as a type of staff.]
[17:47] <@Scott> ["Ready?"]
[17:47] <Zeimah> ["Let's do this."]
[17:48] <@Scott> [You come at her this time. A slow steady pace, staff held defensively. Ready to dodge to the side if she charges you again.]
[17:49] <Zeimah> [You don't charge, but you do try and smack him in the side with the fan-head.]
[17:51] <@Scott> [You take it with the broadside of the staff, but you weren't expecting that much /force/ behind it. You were told highblood trolls were strong, but you never really considered it. Your grip slips and you have a stinging spot on your side as she hits you. You reel and recover some distance, ignoring the smarting for now.]
[17:54] <Zeimah> [A grin as you manage to get one hit in - just two more before you get a point and manage to catch up. You're mostly using your strength to fight here - the majority of Underlings don't /take/ a lot of finesse and a giant fan is not a weapon meant for finessing with anyways.]
[17:56] <@Scott> [You approach her more cautiously this time. Ready for her attack and how much strength is behind it. You attack with one end of the staff coming from the side. Ready to step in and hit her with the other end if she blocks it without thinking.]
[17:58] <Zeimah> [And you do. The hiss as you get smacked with the other end of the staff marks the start of Scott working towards another point. The fan's really more of a very long-handled mace than a staff, though - you can't exactly whip it around easily. Not without it breaking.]
[18:00] <@Scott> [You take the opportunity to try and swing it back around and hit her again. You're inside her guard now, and despite being really long, the staff is decent at this range if you're not picky where you hit.]
[18:03] <Zeimah> [...okay, time to switch to something a bit easier to work with. Needlekind is an old, familiar favourite and has yet to disappoint you. If it ever starts, now would probably be the time. You're at least /trying/ to avoid drawing blood, but you're attempting to turn the tables back around on Scott.]
[18:04] <@Scott> [You let go of the staff and step back, hoping it tangles her up long enough for you to equipt a different staff and jab her at range. You get a gash on the arm as you draw back, underestimating her reach.]
[18:09] <Zeimah> [It's a vain hope, really. You knock the staff out of the ring and grin as you score another touch. Just one more before you have a full point! You close in as he draws back, trying to keep him from getting range again.]
[18:11] <@Scott> [You can't backpeddle faster than she can move forward. You try to keep her at distance with jabbing and sweeping, but this staff isn't as long as the first.]
[18:16] <Zeimah> [You're still grinning and showing what is probably /far/ too many teeth for Scott's comfort. You keep trying to jab back, countering his sweeps as best you can.]
[18:18] <@Scott> [Your face is completely blank, you're not looking at anything specific, but taking it all in, looking for an opening. An over extention, or anything that'd let you whack the weapon out of her hand or whack her hand entirely.]
[18:21] <Zeimah> [There's plenty of openings - none that would be easy for an Underling to grab, but they're there. You're also still having trouble remembering to correct your stance the way Adam told you to.]
[18:22] <@Scott> [Your staff comes whistling across, aiming for her hand. If you miss, you use the momentum to swing it up and around your head while back-peddling to try and reduce your own openings.]
[18:26] <Zeimah> [You yelp as he smacks your hand and you have to struggle not to drop the needle you're holding - getting your specibus fixed is a /pain/. You try and shake the life back into your hand, switching back out for the fancy fans and trying to smack him upside the head with one.]
[18:29] <@Scott> [You don't let up, pressing the advantage while shes smarting. Swinging at the other hand. The ends of your staff a blur.]
[18:31] <Zeimah> [It's immature, but maybe kicking him in the shins will help. It'll certainly take his attention away from your hands.]
[18:33] <@Scott> [That was just the opening you were looking for, your staff coming down with a solid whack on her leg.]
[18:35] <Zeimah> [Another yelp - and he's working on his third point now - and you go for smacking him upside the head again while the staff is down. You expect you're going to get whacked again, though.]
[18:36] <@Scott> [You stand down, giving a yell when she starts attacking you again. "Hey! That was three!" You almost don't block in time.]
[18:39] <Zeimah> [A blink and then you pull back, blushing. "Sorry." You didn't mean to get that into things - not to the point where you forgot that you'd reached the point where you were supposed to stop.]
[18:43] <@Scott> ["Bloody hell, don't scare me like that." You store the staff in your deck and look at the gash on your arm, blood covering most of your forearm at this point. "Damn, got me good on that one." You head over, pick up the staff that got tossed to the side and uncaptchaing your med kit.]
[18:46] <Zeimah> [You wince and pull out the Big Blue Bag so you can help patch him up. "Fuck, sorry. I really didn't mean to keep going like that, I just..." You're not sure how to explain. You're not quite sure /why/ you kept going.]
[18:47] <@Scott> [You've already got a bandage and gauze out, its a little tricky doing it one handed though. "We both kept going after I got this. Nothing to be sorry about."]
[18:48] <Zeimah> [A shrug and you reach for the gauze and bandage. "Mind if I help? Easier if you work with two hands instead of just one, after all..."]
[18:49] <@Scott> [You offer your arm to her. "Go ahead. Don't think it needs stiches, but it'll scab pretty well."]
[18:52] <Zeimah> [You get antiseptic from the Big Blue Bag and a swatch of cloth to clean out the gash with first, before you apply the bandage and gauze. It'll heal better if it's clean, after all. "If it does need stitches...well, I /do/ have needlekind."]
[18:52] <Zeimah> [That was a terrible joke and you feel bad for making it.]
[18:53] <@Scott> [You inhale slightly at the antiseptic, but don't otherwise move. Watching as she works. At her joke you give a slightly amused sigh and chuckle. "I'll keep it in mind."]
[18:56] <Zeimah> [You've had a lot of practice at getting scrapes and such clean. It took you a while to learn how to navigate purely by smell, after all. Once the wound is clean enough to satisfy you - which doesn't take /too/ long, given that you didn't alchemize your needles with anything nasty - you pause. "Gauze or bandage first?"]
[18:56] <Zeimah> [Better to do it  right the first time, after all.]
[18:57] <@Scott> [You make a satisfied nod at her work. "Bandage, then gauze to hold it on." The bandage doesn't have any adhesive.]
[19:00] <Zeimah> [A nod and you wrap the bandage over the gash and then wrap the gauze over it, making sure everything's secure and going to stay in place before letting go of it.]
[19:01] <@Scott> ["Thanks." You don't feel the need to check it yourself. She did a good job. You look up to her and give a small smile. "So how was the sparring otherwise."]
[19:05] <Zeimah> ["...I have a lot to work on, don't I?" You're frustrated - you know Page means slow progress, but you want to be decent at fighting /now/. Or at least making noticable progress at getting better.]
[19:06] <@Scott> [You hmm thoughtfully. "I know that having an...odd strife specibus gives you bonuses against underlings and such. Fankind and needlekind, as I saw them, aren't exactly great for person-to-person combat."]
[19:12] <Zeimah> ["...not really, no. I've got improvkind, taserkind and riflekind, too. But I'm still working out how to best /use/ taserkind, and riflekind is...not exactly suited for sparring with."]
[19:15] <@Scott> [You grin. "I appreciate not having yet another bullet inside of me, thanks for that." You test your arm. The bandage or wound isn't hindering you in any way. "You are strong, and fast. A hell of a lot stronger than I thought, I've been told that high blood trolls were stronger, but I didn't really realize it until now."]
[19:20] <Zeimah> [A shrug. "'m...haven't really measured it. But yeah - the colder you are, the stronger you are. Usually faster, too, but not always." You're honestly not exactly sure of how much stronger you are, compared to Scott. It's not like you've tested this or anything.]
[19:21] <@Scott> ["You want my opinions?" You stand up, holding on to your staff.]
[19:31] <@Scott> [You wait, not going to give them if they aren't wanted.]
[19:32] <Zeimah> [You consider and then nod. "Yeah. Not like I'm gonna get better if I /don/t/ ask for help, right?"]
[19:34] <@Scott> ["Mmm. You're both impulsive and not seeing past whats in front of you. That isn't to say that you don't learn from your mistakes, but I wouldn't of gotten that last hit if you hadn't tried to kick me."]
[19:35] <@Scott> ["You have to not only see whats happening, but what happens if you react a certain way."]
[19:35] <Zeimah> [A faint blush. "...I was trying to distract you enough that you'd quit trying to knock my needles out of my hands. Should I have aimed higher?"]
[19:38] <@Scott> ["I'd say you need to use your strength well. If you had manage to grab hold of the staff there probably wouldn't of been much I'd be able to do. Maybe think into grabbing a specibus that you can use that strength well in." You offer your iron-banded staff. "Here, this is about as heavy a staff I can use. How easy is it for you to use?"]
[19:39] <Zeimah> [You take the staff and try to use it. You're not very good with it! But you're not having much trouble hefting it, either.]
[19:39] <@Scott> ["Damn. Thats light for you?"]
[19:41] <Zeimah> [A shrug. "Fairly light, yeah? I mean, it's not a feather-pillow or anything - but it's not /heavy/ either."]
[19:41] <Zeimah> ["If I had any idea of how to use it, I could probably smack Underlings with it all day and all night."]
[19:41] <@Scott> ["Bloody hell. Yeah okay. If you want one suggestion from me? Find a specibus where you can /use/ that strength."]
[19:43] <@Scott> ["Heavy bludgeoning weapons or a long cutting one. Piercing doesn't really benefit from additional strength."]
[19:45] <Zeimah> [You nod. "Didn't used to be this strong. And I haven't really had much opportunity to relearn how to fight with it since I /did/ get it. Not much opportunity to fight on the ship, and we were more focused on regaining the weight we'd lost, once we got to the new session."]
[19:46] <Zeimah> ["...can I use both? I mean, switching between cutting and bludgeoning seems like a good thing to be able to do, right?"]
[19:47] <@Scott> ["Well sure, theres some weapons that have both. But as it is? You've got height, weight and strength on me. I'm considering myself really lucky to have gotten the three hits first."]
[19:49] <Zeimah> [You grimace and stick your tongue out at him. "Current goal is 'suck less so next time, I get at least two hits to your one'. So. ...staffkind and what else?"]
[19:50] <@Scott> ["Knifekind and Ropekind. I should probably replace ropekind but I'm kind of partial to it." It is rather entertaining to tie one end to the ground and lasso a Roc.]
[19:54] <Zeimah> [You chuckle. "Eh, nothing wrong with ropekind. I mean, it's a good non-lethal one, after all. Plus, lots of things you can do with rope."]
[19:55] <@Scott> [You catch the tone, but don't comment on it. "I'm sure." Okay, you couldn't help yourself.]
[19:56] <Zeimah> [You just grin. "Somewhere out there, Adam is waggling his eyebrows and doesn't know why."]
[19:58] <@Scott> ["mmm." What do you say to something like that? You stand there awkwardly for a second before starting to pack up your med-kit.]
[20:00] <Zeimah> ["...gonna need to ask around for a good edged 'kind to use that'll work with my strength."]
[20:01] <@Scott> ["Its a good idea. You'll be next to unstoppable if you become really good with it." You captcha the med-kit once everythings put away.]
[20:03] <@Scott> [You turn to her again, sticking your hands in your pockets. "Good sparring with you Timewolf. Let me know when you want to or need to do it again."]
[20:04] <Zeimah> [You offer him a smile, "Good sparring with you too, Scott. Even if I did suck rather spectacularly this time."]
[20:04] <Zeimah> [You click up at the camera to call it back down.]
[20:05] <@Scott> ["Still got me twice. I'd hardly call that failing spectacularly."]
[20:07] <Zeimah> [An eyeroll. "Got /one/ point, to your three. I sucked."]
[20:10] <@Scott> ["You just need a little more work. Like you said you've been quite a while without using a weapon, don't be too hard on yourself."]
[20:13] <Zeimah> [A shrug. "Doesn't mean I shouldn't be /better/." You take your promise of aspiring to perfection /seriously/.]
[20:15] <@Scott> ["All good things take time, and the patience to get through when you aren't that good." You briefly consider clasping her on the shoulder for support, but you quickly squash that. Awkward enough as is.]
[20:22] <Zeimah> [You smile a little, "I guess so, yeah. 'S just...frustrating, is all." It probably doesn't help that you've been working with a specibus that isn't exactly adapted to using your strength to your best advantage.]
[20:26] <@Scott> [You nod, giving a small smile back. "Yeah I can understand that. Just keep at it, and whenever you feel like sparring, let me know. I'll be glad to help." You want to give her a hug, but at the same time, that'll just make things more awkward. If that was even possible.]
[20:26] <Zeimah> [There is always more awkward, Scott. /Always/.]
[20:27] <Zeimah> ["I'll probably ask again once I get a couple new specibi that'll use my strength the way I should be using it, yeah. Need to get some practice using them once I pick 'em up, too."]
[20:32] <@Scott> ["Alright, just say the word." You scratch your stubble. "So what are you going to do until then?"]
[20:34] <Zeimah> [You run a hand through your hair, "...probably hop back on the memo, see if anyone's got any good suggestions for an edged specibus that uses my strength, and maybe go make myself some dinner. Probably do a couple quests, try and map my land."]
[20:34] <Zeimah> ["Exercise in futility though that seems to be."]
[20:36] <@Scott> ["Heh. I'm still working on a GPS type thing. I'll let you know when I'm finished. And I've got food if you're not sick of my cooking yet. Always make enough for guests." You gesture back at the spire.]
[20:39] <Zeimah> [A soft laugh. "Well, I'm trying to figure out a way to keep the consorts from picking the beacons up and wandering off with them? I figure on mixing that with the GPS things once you're done with 'em."]
[20:39] <Zeimah> ["And dude, I don't think it's /possible/ to get sick of your cooking. Not even a thing."]
[20:40] <@Scott> [You smile, you like hearing compliments. "Well I've got some pork in the slow-cooker for pulled pork sandwiches and a salad thats good to go. Come and make yourself at home."]
[20:44] <Zeimah> [Blaaaaah, salad. But you'll cope with it in exchange for sammiches. You nod for Scott to lead the way and then head inside, "Anything I can help with?"]
[20:45] <@Scott> ["Nope, everythings good to go. Slowcookers been going for a few hours now, should be good to go. And I made the salad while I was 'asleep' and in my dreamself." You head in and go to the kitchen. "Actually, if you want to set the table, I'll do the final work."]
[20:50] <Zeimah> ["Okay." You go and gather plates and cutlery to set the table, adding cups and - after considering for a few moments - napkins, as you set things in place. You're learning!]
[20:54] <@Scott> [You give a pleased smile, the pork is living up to the pulled part rather quickly, bringing it over to the table with some buns. And after a second, uncaptcha'ing a salad. Its filled with a huge variety of things. Lettuce, feta, carrots, cucumbers, peppers, grapes, apple slices, raspberries, blackberries and sliced strawberries. "Look good?"]
[20:56] <Zeimah> [A happy chirp, "Looks great!" Eeee, this looks delicious. And way better than the salads you're used to.]
[21:02] <@Scott> [Another smile at the chirp. "Thanks. I do try and make vegetables as painless as possible. Less struggling that way." You sit down and help yourself, gesturing for her to do the same.]
[21:17] <stanzicApparati> [You snicker at that. "Would've been nice to have your help on the ship. We were mostly eating veggies, by the end there." Which is a /starvation/ diet, for trolls. It doesn't have nearly enough of the nutrients they need.]
[21:18] <@Scott> ["I think, if I was on the ship, I might of learned to relax. Hard to do much else with nothing going on." You say, only half in jest.]
[21:20] <stanzicApparati> ["Heh. That or you'd have gone quietly mad. More likely you'd have learned how to be okay with not having anything to do at the moment," you reply. "Still not sure which one Noah did."]
[21:21] <stanzicApparati> [You never did figure out how to cope with his depression in an actually /functional/ way.]
[21:21] <@Scott> ["mmm. Maybe. Hard to say for sure." You dig in, glad to have some food. You'll need it for the healing.]
[21:26] <stanzicApparati> [You try the salad tentatively, picking at it carefully. It does look a lot tastier than what you're used to, but you still prefer the sammich.]
[21:28] <@Scott> [You eat the meal in silence, preferring the silence. You're not even sure /what/ to talk about even if you wanted to.]
[21:30] <stanzicApparati> [You're comfortable with silence. You got used to it on the ship, after all - the Ring is not typically very noisy. And Riley was usually pretty quiet, as well.]
[21:31] <stanzicApparati> [Besides, you do know that it's rude to talk with your mouth full.]
[21:33] <@Scott> [You keep an eye on her, making sure she eats the salad. One bowl is enough to placate you, she can have as many of the sandiwches as she wants. Only speaking after everythings said and done. "Everything okay?"]
[21:42] <stanzicApparati> [A nod, your mouth still full of sammich. You do finish the salad, although you're probably never going to be enthused about vegetables. They just aren't that tasty, to you. "Yeah, mostly."]
[21:43] <@Scott> [You look at her curiously. "Mostly?"]
[21:44] <stanzicApparati> ["...haven't heard from Toni in a while."]
[21:45] <@Scott> ["Ah. I'm sorry. Maybe shes just caught in the limbo between sessions. I know I was compared to Rigel, its something that happens." You shift uncomfortably in your seat.]
[21:49] <stanzicApparati> ["...I hope so." The alternative is...you'd rather not think about it. Except it'll keep nagging at you, the fear of what could have happened.]
[21:54] <@Scott> [You feel like you should give her a hug, yet at the same time...Screw it. "You want a hug?"]
[21:55] <stanzicApparati> [A quiet nod, although you're trying not to blush. Dangit, why does this have to be so confusing?]
[21:56] <@Scott> [You're a little red in the cheeks yourself, standing up and pulling her into a hug. "I hope you find her soon."]
[21:58] <stanzicApparati> [You hug him back, resting your head on his shoulder carefully. "Thank you."]
[22:00] <@Scott> ["Anytime." You say it, but at the same time you're not sure if thats actually helping the confusion at all.]
[22:01] <stanzicApparati> [It kind of hasn't! But the hug itself is still nice and comforting.]
[22:02] <@Scott> [Bloody hell you wish this was simple.]
[22:02] <stanzicApparati> [It'd be nice if /something/ were.]
[22:04] <@Scott> [You're going to stand there, giving her a hug until she doesn't want one anymore. Internally going over and over what the hell you're suppose to do.]
[22:07] <stanzicApparati> [You eventually, slowly pull back when you've had enough hug. You're really not sure what the hell you're supposed to do. It'd be nice if someone did, but you don't know who to ask.]
[22:08] <stanzicApparati> [Or rather, the person you'd usually go to is not available.]
[22:08] <stanzicApparati> [And you refuse to talk to James in her stead.]
[22:09] <@Scott> [You're still mentally boggling that you were cuddling with her and fell asleep doing so, and now its like this, the two of you awkwardly staring at each other, not sure what to do with the other.]
[22:10] <stanzicApparati> [You are the one without a clue. It is you.]
[22:11] <@Scott> [You start cleaning up to try and fill the awkward silence. This is what happens if you stay still too long, you start overthinking things and get awkward and sad.]
[22:13] <stanzicApparati> [You help him clean up, turning half your attention back to the memo to help distract yourself.]
[22:14] <@Scott> [It doesn't take the two of you long, and once again, you're standing there in an awkward silence.]
[22:16] <@Scott> ["Thanks for the help. If you wanted to head out I wouldn't blame you."]
[22:16] <stanzicApparati> [You run your fingers through your hair again. "I. If you want me to go, I can."]
[22:20] <@Scott> [You start pacing, your voice annoyed, but its not directed at her. "I don't even know Timewolf. I enjoy having you around, you're pleasant company and nice enough to snuggl-." You catch yourself. Where did /that/ come from?]
[22:21] <@Scott> ["Fuck, I'm sorry." You look mortified.]
[22:22] <stanzicApparati> [You click at him, blushing and eyes wide. "...um. We could do stuff, then? If you want?" You'd suggest sparring again, but you did want to wait 'till you have a new specibus or two.]
[22:23] <stanzicApparati> [You look embarrassed and awkward, but not /very/ much more than before.]
[22:24] <@Scott> ["I really don't know Timewolf." You're tired with yourself and how you feel. Flopping down in a chair, back bent, holding your head in your hands.]
[22:26] <stanzicApparati> [You curl up next to his chair, resting your chin on the arm as you  look at him.]
[22:28] <@Scott> ["I'm tired. Tired of the fighting, tired of the pain and misunderstanding. And tired of getting awkward around the one person I actually like spending time with in the session."]
[22:30] <stanzicApparati> ["How do we fix it?"]
[22:31] <@Scott> ["I don't know. I'd like to be able to feel comfortable around you. But at the same time I don't want to intrude on Toni's position. I don't know what to do. I really wish I did."]
[22:37] <@Scott> ["When I don't think about it too much, I'm quite happy. Doing sparring, making food, whatever. Its when I slow down and think about it again."]
[22:38] <stanzicApparati> ["...I wish I knew, too." You sigh and stay where you are. "But I've got no clue how to fix it."]
[22:39] <@Scott> ["If I can ask. What is different between now, and when you were sick? You seemed very okay with snuggling then."]
[22:47] <stanzicApparati> ["...I..." You want to say 'you don't know' but you pause and consider the question. "...you know how stuff like alcohol makes your inhibitions drop? It...was kinda like that, I think."]
[22:48] <@Scott> ["Ah. Okay. I don't hold it against you, and sorry if I did something I shouldn't have."]
[22:50] <stanzicApparati> ["No, no, 's more...I didn't have the stuff keeping me from going 'oh, you shouldn't do that, it'd be bad to do that' and just the bits that went 'it'd be nice'."]
[22:51] <@Scott> ["I enjoyed it too for what it was worth. It was relaxing. Maybe I'm being too honest, but lying to each other isn't going to help."]
[22:53] <stanzicApparati> [You're blushing, but you nod quietly.]
[22:59] <stanzicApparati> ["...Ri says to 'remember the honeybadger' with regards to what I should do and to quit trying to crowbar things into accepted social categories."]
[22:59] <stanzicApparati> [It's sometimes awkward to have a really, really smart brother. Sometimes.]
[22:59] <@Scott> ["The honeybadger?"]
[22:59] <stanzicApparati> ["You don't know the meme?"]
[23:00] <@Scott> ["....no not really?"]
[23:01] <stanzicApparati> ["Well, all there is to know about the honeybadger is, honeybadger don't give a fuck."]
[23:06] <@Scott> ["Ah. So....?" You sound a little hopeful.]
[23:08] <stanzicApparati> [You scoot so that you can hug him. "So."]
[23:09] <@Scott> [You embrace her and hold tight, releasing a breath you didn't realize you were holding. "I'm not looking to replace her, never think that I am."]
[23:11] <stanzicApparati> ["I know." You snuggle against him, resting your head against his.]
[23:13] <@Scott> [You relax in her arms. You didn't realize how heavy this was weighing on you. "Thank you."]
[23:15] <stanzicApparati> [A soft purr. "'S a thing we both want. Should be thanking you. Also Rrrri, 'cause he's verrry verrry smarrrt. But he knows this alrrrready."]
[23:17] <@Scott> ["Yes it is. Thank him for me too." Shes cold pressed against you, but you like that.]
[23:19] <stanzicApparati> ["Will. Best brrrotherrr, he is." You nuzzle at him, happy and relaxed.]
[23:21] <@Scott> ["You can stay here tonight if you want. You said that it was nice, and well, I enjoyed it too." Its nice, knowing that someone is okay just being with you.]
[23:21] <@Scott> [Its been a long, long time.]
[23:24] <stanzicApparati> ["Would like that," you admit. You're very happy right where you are, snuggled up to Scott.]
[23:25] <@Scott> [You nuzzle your head against her and you hug just a little tighter. "So would I."]
[23:27] <stanzicApparati> [You nuzzle back and return the tightened hug, purring harder.]
[23:29] <@Scott> ["Thank you. I needed this more than you know." Your voice is muffeled, pressed inbetween their shoulder and neck.]
[23:31] <stanzicApparati> [You nuzzle at the top of his head, purring and almost wrapping around him, keeping him safe from the world.]
[23:32] <@Scott> ["Come on, I'm tired and sore from our sparring, and snuggling while in a chair isn't exactly ideal." You pat their back, trying to ease them up.]
[23:35] <stanzicApparati> ["Wherrrre do you wanna snuggle, then?" You move, letting him ease you up, but only letting go of the hug if you absolutely have to.]
[23:36] <@Scott> [Its a little difficult to stand up like that, but you manage it. "Bed is more comfortable." You point out.]
[23:40] <stanzicApparati> [A faint blush, but you nod. "Is," you agree. You help him up and loosen the hug so that he can stand and walk comfortably. You let him lead the way to the bed.]
[23:42] <@Scott> [You take her hand to lead the way, your hands and fingers calloused and worn. It isn't far though.]
[23:46] <stanzicApparati> [You wrap your hand around his - your fingers are longer and your callouses are in different places, but you don't care. You keep purring as the two of you reach the bed.]
[23:47] <@Scott> [It's immaculately made, but doesn't stay that way for long as you flop down on one side of it. Pulling her in after you.]
[23:50] <stanzicApparati> [You quite happily let him pull you in, snuggling against him and /purring/.]
[23:51] <@Scott> [You pull close, wrapping your arm around her. Giving a full pleased smile, the first that she'll have seen from you. Even laughing a bit at the purring.]
[23:53] <stanzicApparati> [You wrap around him, grinning right back and continuing to purr. You nuzzle at his ear and jaw, trilling happily.]
[23:57] <@Scott> ["Thank you Timewolf. This is so much better than being awkward at each other isn't it." You rub a hand up and down her back, trying not to shift around at the trilling. It's ticklish damn it.]
[23:58] <stanzicApparati> [You relax and captcha your scanner, still purring. You keep nuzzling, very happy right now.]
[00:00] <@Scott> [You nuzzle back, making a very content sigh. You haven't felt this good in...well since your native, and the wall you've been building up around your emotions shrinks a little.]
[00:02] <stanzicApparati> [You relax further, falling asleep after a while and continuing to purr even in your sleep. Your dreamself seeks out his to go snuggle with.]
[00:03] <@Scott> [Good thing yours is back on Prospit. You are more than happy to continue the snuggling.]
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