[ well, if there's anything that tobari knows how to deal with, it's creeps.
it's so automatic that he doesn't think twice about it—all it took was one glance at marcille's face, glad for the way that she really wears every emotion on her sleeve, and then another at the guy who just as equally wears his hunger so obviously. ugh. tobari's hand reaches out to snatch the man's collar like one would a misbehaving dog, yanking him back so hard that it's hard to miss the choking sound.
normally, tobari does this with a little bit more finesse. even the most wretched nobles are in the end customers and he doesn't want the courtesan house to ever face retaliation—but around here? these guys are just pigs and there's no one that tobari has to worry about in the aftermath, especially as close as he plans to be to marcille soon. so he throws the other guy entirely off-balance, spitting venom. ]
Get lost. I won't tell you twice.
[ this one scrambles off, but for whatever reason they are probably meeting in some seedy little joint. why? we'll deal with that later. either way it means that more than one person was eyeing marcille wondering how easy of a mark she'd be, which means that tobari needs to once again exercise scary dog privilege.
namely by crowding her against a wall, one hand by her head. with a still mildly irritated expression, gaze flicking elsewhere, ]
[ marcille has dealt with her fair share of creeps in her lifetime, whether they've targeted her or other women. most of the time, these incidents could be resolved verbally—that is, by yelling and/or threatening to call law enforcement. if the altercations became physical, her magic would be able to control the situation until help arrived.
in this bar where marcille had been told to search for an information broker, she can't risk using her magic in front of the locals. when a group of half-drunken men in the same bar center their attention on her, she pointedly keeps her back to them, hoping to avert their gazes elsewhere as she waits for the bartender to return.
today, there's a silken, green ribbon tied to the loose ponytail over her shoulder. having been politely rebuffed by tobari at the market, marcille deliberately kept the ribbon hidden away, folded in a compartment of her jewelry chest. the embarrassment was still too fresh, and therefore she resolved to only wear it on days when she didn't plan to see him.
it's this ribbon that one of the inebriated strangers fixates on. when he reaches her, he takes and rubs it between his fingers, almost loosening it from her hair. he catches her hand when she attempts to shove him away, and he compliments the ribbon's quality before acknowledging the quality of the woman wearing it, making the bile rise into marcille's throat.
the moment she decides to shout and cause a scene, the stranger gets yanked back, nearly taking her ribbon with him as he's launched away from her. terror strikes up marcille's body before she instantly recognizes her savior by voice alone. his name drops out of her mouth as her green eyes go wide. ]
Tobari?
[ she's walked back against the nearest wall, obliging him even as heat rushes to her head. the back of her head leans against the wall with a light thump as tobari bridges over her. his shadow nearly covers her, but the yellow-green of his eyes almost glows as he looks at the crowd behind him. marcille wordlessly opens her mouth and just stares, her hands curled in front of her chest. the bar might be full of people looking directly at them, but her eyes are fixed on tobari.
that was incredibly hot. there's no other way to describe it.
it takes effort to force a sound from her mouth, let alone form it into words. ]
I'm— I'm fine. Nothing happened!
[ something absolutely happened and is still happening. stupidly: ]
[ to be honest, bars like this are more home to tobari than anywhere all that clean and perfect. while he did spend more time back home guarding okiyas and brothels just given the nature of the work, he does know his way around shady izakayas. and that's why he can recognize when assholes like this are more likely to respond to another man's intervention than the complaints of the woman they're harassing. scum.
but he's not in charge here, and he can't make them shape up with his fists without causing more trouble than it's worth. so instead he just stakes his obvious claim on the woman that they're all the most interested in, throws in a display of strength to dare anyone to intervene, and leans hard into the blatant aggression needed to really make this type of demonstration stick.
marcille answers his question, and he's relieved that she's alright. that he wasn't too late before she got in too difficult of a situation. yet his gaze still roves over the room, glowering with a burning hostility. ]
... and if I find out anything happened, no one leaves this bar on anything but a stretcher. Got it?
[ some of the on-lookers audibly gulp, or hurriedly go back to nursing their drinks, or entirely look away. satisfied with the warning issued and heard, tobari turns back to face marcille. he doesn't back away or put any distance between them, instead looking her up and down to verify that she's alright. his gaze rests on her ribbon for a breath. then he meets her eyes. ]
I was getting a drink. [ his taste in bars is worse than hers ] Did you make a wrong turn?
[ my god. the protectiveness. he really is a guard dog. her heartbeat is hammering, dropping, starting again, heating her whole body. as soon as he brings those shining eyes over her, she has to look down. ]
No! I heard I might find someone here. Someone who can help. [ unsaid: help their situation here, in this world. ] But I don't think I want to find out.
[ other than her mouth moving, she feels frozen in place. one part of her wants to insist that things are all right, maybe take a step away from him only to prove it. another part of her wants to throw her arms around his neck and tell him she wants to leave and maybe kiss him. this is the wrong place with all the worst timing. ]
No one did anything to me. If they did, believe me, I would tell you. [ and it would be obvious. ]
[ well, he does believe in that at least. he seems satisfied with the answer, calming down a fraction now with his focus on her. there's some awareness of the dingy bar around them, and the fact that he probably won't have the time to get his drink anymore because he might throw it at someone if they said the wrong thing to him right now. ]
... as long as you're fine.
[ but if she doesn't want to find out anything more about this lead... he'll step away from her now, but he will also reach for her hand to guide her out of the bar. ]
[ marcille's skin prickles where his fingers touch the back of her hand. her hand is loose only a moment before she reaffirms her grip, solidly holding it before he guides them out. it's reassuring, maybe hopeful in a painful way before she lets it fizzle out.
she comes back into the present moment, aware of the few pairs of eyes that dart and follow them out the door. tobari would probably be able to come back in a few days; seedier bars probably have altercations like this often.
in all honesty, marcille would have found a way to be fine in that bar, even if she had to cause a scene to do it. instead, it's tobari who came to her rescue, and while she had been able to temper her affections for the sake of their friendship, a few moments together had reduced those efforts to nothing.
the breeze outside is cool against her cheeks. relief sinks over her body like a wave of water. ]
[ when he feels those eyes, he throws one final glare in that direction before they finally exit. just try him.
tobari doesn't actually like confrontation or fights. he doesn't have a bloodthirsty bone in his body, but he's just as human as the next person. seeing someone he cares about getting harassed gets him worked up, too. worse still when marcille was just as much a patron of the bar as anyone else...
her words bring him back to earth, and he guides her toward an emptier alleyway so that she can have a second to catch her breath without any gawkers. he won't let go of her hand before she pulls away. ]
It's nothing. Guys like that are nothing more than pests.
Are you alright not finding the person you were looking for?
[ he can bring her back in if she wants, or go looking on her behalf. though he does also pause, looking back to her hair ribbon—does her hair look mussed? is the ribbon askew? ]
[ marcille won't be pulling her hand away. it's reassuring, even in an empty alleyway where it's only the two of them. there's a little bit of breathlessness, being hidden and this close, but it's outweighed by his care and concern. it's so sweet of him, as always, no matter if it's simply how he is, if he would act that way towards anyone else. it isn't specially towards her, which makes him an even better person in her eyes.
anyway, the ribbon is next to falling out from her hair. the man who approached her had pulled on it when tobari grabbed him. she was too stunned and tobari's actions too quick for her to notice. she nods at him, and it only makes it even more loose. ]
I'm fine. Maybe I can figure out where else to meet them.
[ or she can give tobari information and have him meet with them, but she won't burden him with that unless there aren't any other options. ]
[ maybe he'll even end up at a better one than that place. if they just openly harass women then tobari was going to have a problem there sooner or later. it's true that he'd intervene for anyone, but something about seeing marcille in particular get bothered... it's been a while since he's been so immediately aggravated.
for now, he focuses on catching her ribbon with his free hand, careful to not let it fall. ]
[ marcille had completely forgotten about the ribbon. as soon as he reaches and takes it with his free hand, her gaze follows it, and her stomach immediately drops.
he's seeing it when she's tried to keep it from him. she swallows hard and looks up at him. finally, she retracts her hand. ]
Wait, are you sure?
[ she says softly. I can fix it myself is on the tip of her tongue, but she can't bring herself to say it. because she wants him to.
so nevermind her question. she faces away and slowly turns around. ]
[ when she lets go of his hand, he'll gently pull the ribbon out the rest of the way and take it between his fingers ]
Sometimes. Geishas and their apprentices tend to have more ornate headpieces than I'm allowed to touch, though.
[ in the end, he is still a man... even though he's probably helped suzune get ready when she was younger, the higher the rank of a geisha, the less likely he's allowed to assist. he's probably had more practice with the courtesans and prostitutes, or even his own hair, but he has enough sense to not just admit the former to marcille.
regardless of where he learned, his hands are practiced and familiar with lightly combing marcille's hair, gentle in guiding out any slight snags. it's soft, he thinks briefly, but doesn't otherwise linger on it. over, under, over, under; he starts weaving her hair with the ribbon so that it creates an alternating pattern with her gold locks. pretty. ]
[ he's so gentle. he just threw a man in the middle of a bar and right against a table for her, but now he's slowly and carefully working his fingers through every tangle in her hair, gently grazing his fingertips against her head and neck. why? he's so careful and protective, kind and generous. why couldn't he just be someone she can't stand?
her hair is long, so it takes time. for mages, the act of doing one's own hair is a meditative process in itself meant to facilitate the cycling of mana in the body, but this feels just the same. it's almost hypnotic enough to make her drowsy. she closes her eyes. it's been a long time since someone else combed her hair for her, let alone braided it.
then she notices it. she opens her eyes, her cheeks prickling with heat. he can likely see it coloring the tips of her ears. ]
[ he’s focused on the braid, making sure the plaits are evenly spaced and the ribbon doesn’t twist, but when she seems to relax, he almost smiles. at the very least, he can’t help feeling satisfied knowing that she doesn’t mind this but.
the question makes him tilt his head. ]
Ah. [ an affirmative sound ] Did you want it another way?
[ or. wait. ]
… or are you not a fan of the ribbon…?
[ he hadn’t seen her wear it before, but he also doesn’t see her everyday… ]
[ . . . he snorts faintly at that, an amused sound. ]
You made me wonder for a second if my taste was bad. Should I retaliate?
[ he’s just taunting though, toothless. not too long after, he finishes weaving the ribbon into her hair and then arranges it into a curling bun like a rose. he reaches into his own hair to find two bobby pins to keep the hairdo in place. ]
There. Now no one can take it.
[ when it’s woven into her hair like this, it can’t be so easily snatched ]
Retaliate how? You misunderstood! That's not my fault.
[ she's harmless.
now that bun is being pulled up and pinned. she keeps still, unsure of where he found the bobby pins but knowing they've been slipped into her hair. the bun is secure, the ribbon neatly latticed with her hair. it doesn't hurt or ache at all.
when he says he's finished, she hesitates before turning to look at him over her shoulder. a faint smile creeps onto her mouth. ]
Thank you. [ genuinely. ] Um... Could you take a photo of it and send it to me?
[ he’ll slip his phone out of his pocket to take a photo and send it to her. it does look expertly done, an elegant hairstyle that lets the length of the ribbon get used against her hair. ]
[ marcille only wanted a photo so she could keep it forever. she'll never have a view of her elegantly crafted hair if not for this.
so when she receives it, she steps aside to face him as she opens it. she smiles with sheer delight, at first covering her mouth with her hand before pressing it to her cheek. ]
It's beautiful. Really. I'm just sad that I can't wear it like this forever.
[ MARCILLE YOU ARE SO CUTE!!!! tobari has probably paused after pocketing his phone to reach up to his own hair and rearrange the clips he has to make sure that he's not suffering from the bobby pin loss... it's less that he's vain and more that he's been terribly trained to be aware of how groomed he is.
when she gives him such a warm smile, it's—well. he doesn't smile often. not in a sincere way. his older brother figure warned him that he actually looks so terribly young when he smiles, which is why he lives life with a perpetual scowl.
her delight still coaxes it out of him. small and sitting a little oddly on his mouth, but true. ]
[ for a moment she's too surprised to say anything, but in the next she's smiling again at him, tilting her head as she pockets her phone. her cheeks are still warm.
he is so... handsome..... if it's lopsided, it's even more charming. ]
Then I will. [ ... ] I don't see you smile that much. You should try it more often.
it's like he didn't even realize he was doing it. he pauses like he's surprised and his mouth falls into its usual perpetual :/ expression. just out of habit. hmmm ]
... it causes more trouble than it's worth back home.
[ it's easier to be the mean growly boss (as if the entire district doesn't love tobari because they've known him since he was like. 5.) ]
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it's so automatic that he doesn't think twice about it—all it took was one glance at marcille's face, glad for the way that she really wears every emotion on her sleeve, and then another at the guy who just as equally wears his hunger so obviously. ugh. tobari's hand reaches out to snatch the man's collar like one would a misbehaving dog, yanking him back so hard that it's hard to miss the choking sound.
normally, tobari does this with a little bit more finesse. even the most wretched nobles are in the end customers and he doesn't want the courtesan house to ever face retaliation—but around here? these guys are just pigs and there's no one that tobari has to worry about in the aftermath, especially as close as he plans to be to marcille soon. so he throws the other guy entirely off-balance, spitting venom. ]
Get lost. I won't tell you twice.
[ this one scrambles off, but for whatever reason they are probably meeting in some seedy little joint. why? we'll deal with that later. either way it means that more than one person was eyeing marcille wondering how easy of a mark she'd be, which means that tobari needs to once again exercise scary dog privilege.
namely by crowding her against a wall, one hand by her head. with a still mildly irritated expression, gaze flicking elsewhere, ]
Are you alright?
🥺🥺🥺
in this bar where marcille had been told to search for an information broker, she can't risk using her magic in front of the locals. when a group of half-drunken men in the same bar center their attention on her, she pointedly keeps her back to them, hoping to avert their gazes elsewhere as she waits for the bartender to return.
today, there's a silken, green ribbon tied to the loose ponytail over her shoulder. having been politely rebuffed by tobari at the market, marcille deliberately kept the ribbon hidden away, folded in a compartment of her jewelry chest. the embarrassment was still too fresh, and therefore she resolved to only wear it on days when she didn't plan to see him.
it's this ribbon that one of the inebriated strangers fixates on. when he reaches her, he takes and rubs it between his fingers, almost loosening it from her hair. he catches her hand when she attempts to shove him away, and he compliments the ribbon's quality before acknowledging the quality of the woman wearing it, making the bile rise into marcille's throat.
the moment she decides to shout and cause a scene, the stranger gets yanked back, nearly taking her ribbon with him as he's launched away from her. terror strikes up marcille's body before she instantly recognizes her savior by voice alone. his name drops out of her mouth as her green eyes go wide. ]
Tobari?
[ she's walked back against the nearest wall, obliging him even as heat rushes to her head. the back of her head leans against the wall with a light thump as tobari bridges over her. his shadow nearly covers her, but the yellow-green of his eyes almost glows as he looks at the crowd behind him. marcille wordlessly opens her mouth and just stares, her hands curled in front of her chest. the bar might be full of people looking directly at them, but her eyes are fixed on tobari.
that was incredibly hot. there's no other way to describe it.
it takes effort to force a sound from her mouth, let alone form it into words. ]
I'm— I'm fine. Nothing happened!
[ something absolutely happened and is still happening. stupidly: ]
What are you doing here?
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but he's not in charge here, and he can't make them shape up with his fists without causing more trouble than it's worth. so instead he just stakes his obvious claim on the woman that they're all the most interested in, throws in a display of strength to dare anyone to intervene, and leans hard into the blatant aggression needed to really make this type of demonstration stick.
marcille answers his question, and he's relieved that she's alright. that he wasn't too late before she got in too difficult of a situation. yet his gaze still roves over the room, glowering with a burning hostility. ]
... and if I find out anything happened, no one leaves this bar on anything but a stretcher. Got it?
[ some of the on-lookers audibly gulp, or hurriedly go back to nursing their drinks, or entirely look away. satisfied with the warning issued and heard, tobari turns back to face marcille. he doesn't back away or put any distance between them, instead looking her up and down to verify that she's alright. his gaze rests on her ribbon for a breath. then he meets her eyes. ]
I was getting a drink. [ his taste in bars is worse than hers ] Did you make a wrong turn?
[ what is she doing here? ]
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No! I heard I might find someone here. Someone who can help. [ unsaid: help their situation here, in this world. ] But I don't think I want to find out.
[ other than her mouth moving, she feels frozen in place. one part of her wants to insist that things are all right, maybe take a step away from him only to prove it. another part of her wants to throw her arms around his neck and tell him she wants to leave and maybe kiss him. this is the wrong place with all the worst timing. ]
No one did anything to me. If they did, believe me, I would tell you. [ and it would be obvious. ]
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... as long as you're fine.
[ but if she doesn't want to find out anything more about this lead... he'll step away from her now, but he will also reach for her hand to guide her out of the bar. ]
Come on.
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she comes back into the present moment, aware of the few pairs of eyes that dart and follow them out the door. tobari would probably be able to come back in a few days; seedier bars probably have altercations like this often.
in all honesty, marcille would have found a way to be fine in that bar, even if she had to cause a scene to do it. instead, it's tobari who came to her rescue, and while she had been able to temper her affections for the sake of their friendship, a few moments together had reduced those efforts to nothing.
the breeze outside is cool against her cheeks. relief sinks over her body like a wave of water. ]
Tobari... Thank you.
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tobari doesn't actually like confrontation or fights. he doesn't have a bloodthirsty bone in his body, but he's just as human as the next person. seeing someone he cares about getting harassed gets him worked up, too. worse still when marcille was just as much a patron of the bar as anyone else...
her words bring him back to earth, and he guides her toward an emptier alleyway so that she can have a second to catch her breath without any gawkers. he won't let go of her hand before she pulls away. ]
It's nothing. Guys like that are nothing more than pests.
Are you alright not finding the person you were looking for?
[ he can bring her back in if she wants, or go looking on her behalf. though he does also pause, looking back to her hair ribbon—does her hair look mussed? is the ribbon askew? ]
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anyway, the ribbon is next to falling out from her hair. the man who approached her had pulled on it when tobari grabbed him. she was too stunned and tobari's actions too quick for her to notice. she nods at him, and it only makes it even more loose. ]
I'm fine. Maybe I can figure out where else to meet them.
[ or she can give tobari information and have him meet with them, but she won't burden him with that unless there aren't any other options. ]
I'm sorry about your drink.
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[ maybe he'll even end up at a better one than that place. if they just openly harass women then tobari was going to have a problem there sooner or later. it's true that he'd intervene for anyone, but something about seeing marcille in particular get bothered... it's been a while since he's been so immediately aggravated.
for now, he focuses on catching her ribbon with his free hand, careful to not let it fall. ]
Turn. I'll fix your hair.
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he's seeing it when she's tried to keep it from him. she swallows hard and looks up at him. finally, she retracts her hand. ]
Wait, are you sure?
[ she says softly. I can fix it myself is on the tip of her tongue, but she can't bring herself to say it. because she wants him to.
so nevermind her question. she faces away and slowly turns around. ]
Okay. You... do this for your sister often?
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Sometimes. Geishas and their apprentices tend to have more ornate headpieces than I'm allowed to touch, though.
[ in the end, he is still a man... even though he's probably helped suzune get ready when she was younger, the higher the rank of a geisha, the less likely he's allowed to assist. he's probably had more practice with the courtesans and prostitutes, or even his own hair, but he has enough sense to not just admit the former to marcille.
regardless of where he learned, his hands are practiced and familiar with lightly combing marcille's hair, gentle in guiding out any slight snags. it's soft, he thinks briefly, but doesn't otherwise linger on it. over, under, over, under; he starts weaving her hair with the ribbon so that it creates an alternating pattern with her gold locks. pretty. ]
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her hair is long, so it takes time. for mages, the act of doing one's own hair is a meditative process in itself meant to facilitate the cycling of mana in the body, but this feels just the same. it's almost hypnotic enough to make her drowsy. she closes her eyes. it's been a long time since someone else combed her hair for her, let alone braided it.
then she notices it. she opens her eyes, her cheeks prickling with heat. he can likely see it coloring the tips of her ears. ]
Are you... putting the ribbon in it?
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the question makes him tilt his head. ]
Ah. [ an affirmative sound ] Did you want it another way?
[ or. wait. ]
… or are you not a fan of the ribbon…?
[ he hadn’t seen her wear it before, but he also doesn’t see her everyday… ]
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[ immediately. thank god he can't see her face. ]
I really love it. [ her heart twists. ] I just wanted to keep it for special occasions.
[ she tucks a stray, shorter piece of hair behind her ear, for lack of anything better to do with her hands. ]
But I felt like wearing it today. I was starting to regret it, but... this makes me feel better about it.
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You made me wonder for a second if my taste was bad. Should I retaliate?
[ he’s just taunting though, toothless. not too long after, he finishes weaving the ribbon into her hair and then arranges it into a curling bun like a rose. he reaches into his own hair to find two bobby pins to keep the hairdo in place. ]
There. Now no one can take it.
[ when it’s woven into her hair like this, it can’t be so easily snatched ]
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Retaliate how? You misunderstood! That's not my fault.
[ she's harmless.
now that bun is being pulled up and pinned. she keeps still, unsure of where he found the bobby pins but knowing they've been slipped into her hair. the bun is secure, the ribbon neatly latticed with her hair. it doesn't hurt or ache at all.
when he says he's finished, she hesitates before turning to look at him over her shoulder. a faint smile creeps onto her mouth. ]
Thank you. [ genuinely. ] Um... Could you take a photo of it and send it to me?
[ since they have phones... ]
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[ he’ll slip his phone out of his pocket to take a photo and send it to her. it does look expertly done, an elegant hairstyle that lets the length of the ribbon get used against her hair. ]
There. If you hate it, just take out the pins.
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so when she receives it, she steps aside to face him as she opens it. she smiles with sheer delight, at first covering her mouth with her hand before pressing it to her cheek. ]
It's beautiful. Really. I'm just sad that I can't wear it like this forever.
[ whether for mage purposes or otherwise. she can't help smiling warmly at it, and then at him. i don't have an icon for it but it's here. ]
Thank you. I really love this too.
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when she gives him such a warm smile, it's—well. he doesn't smile often. not in a sincere way. his older brother figure warned him that he actually looks so terribly young when he smiles, which is why he lives life with a perpetual scowl.
her delight still coaxes it out of him. small and sitting a little oddly on his mouth, but true. ]
... you can always just ask, you know.
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he is so... handsome..... if it's lopsided, it's even more charming. ]
Then I will. [ ... ] I don't see you smile that much. You should try it more often.
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it's like he didn't even realize he was doing it. he pauses like he's surprised and his mouth falls into its usual perpetual :/ expression. just out of habit. hmmm ]
... it causes more trouble than it's worth back home.
[ it's easier to be the mean growly boss (as if the entire district doesn't love tobari because they've known him since he was like. 5.) ]
Every now and then... here... it's fine.
[ if she likes it. ]
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[ scowling to protect others and for business reasons, she can understand. but if she hears what his brother said she will get mad... ]
For what it's worth, I think it really suits you.
[ she definitely likes it. although maybe she's biased since that smile was for her. she does hope to see them more. ]
So... thank you again. I really owe you. Is there something I can do for you?
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[ it's fine, he doesn't mind telling her things anymore. most of the danger lore has been dropped. anyway, ]
I really don't think accepting help when some asshole was trying to touch you requires repayment.
[ marcille... please ]
If you have nothing else to do, we can get a drink and I'll walk you home.
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There's nothing wrong with being grateful when no one else would help...
[ if he doesn't want repayment, though, she won't give it to him. she's surprised at the offer for drinks. ]
You want me to come with you?
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Is it strange to ask?
[ aren't they like
friends?
(well. he is aware of her feelings to a degree, wondering how serious they are. but he also doesn't think it's weird to ask to get drinks anyway.) ]
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