[ closed ] catchall

[picky]

WHO: marcille and you maybe!
WHAT: catchall!
WHERE: all over
WHEN: april and may
WARNINGS: delicious in dungeon spoilers. will update as threads progress!

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[yuwon]

[ to be honest, if he knew what her preference was, he would have ordered in advance and had the drinks come out when she arrived. he didn't really like wasting others time as much as he also didn't want his time wasted.

which... in a world where downtime was more commonplace, it was a conundrum for sure. but, at her words, he does find some semblance of ease in the idea that she didn't necessarily feel forced to be here. ]

About five months. [ is it six already, i forgot, but pretend yuwon knows the right answer. ]

[picky]

[ So efficient... ]

That is a long time. You must have been here when the Kaiju battle before this one happened too.

[ Like Raidou, she thinks, although Yuwon may not know him. ]

Anyway, thanks for getting my drink for me. [ She smiles. ] If we do this again, I'll treat you next time, okay? Then we can be even.

[yuwon]

[ he nods at her words, as if to confirm he had. ] Though, it feels like a long time ago already. [ however it worked out, it's true that they also were supplied a decent amount of downtime. ]

... If you want. [ he doesn't deny her if just because he sees her mentioning that as an act of good will. similar to her original offer. hence, from under the jacket he's wearing, he pulls out the garment of clothes in question. ] But, I might owe you another one depending how this goes.

[picky]

[ She lets him spread the two pieces out over the table.

Yikes. The picture was definitely blurry. She picks up a piece and examines a few holes. ]

You really did rip them, huh? What happened to these?

[yuwon]

Oh, I used my powers.

[ he looks down at his hand momentarily, holding it tightly into a fist before releasing the tension. he then looks back to her. ] Sometimes the sleeves get in the way, so I tore it off.

[ he says this as if he's done it time and time again. ]

[picky]

[ DOES HE JUST... HULK OUT...? ]

If you think you might use your powers, why wear something with sleeves in the first place?

[yuwon]

[ now that he's been called hulk twice in this game, i have to drop. ]

It's not like I use certain skills in every instance. I'm also used to wearing what I wear.

[picky]

[ maybe if he stopped being the hulk people wouldn't call him that? ]

But isn't it better to plan for that possibility instead of fixing your clothes every time...?

[ She shakes her head and gets back to examining. ]

Nevermind. I've had to mend clothes plenty of times before. I can take care of this, I think...

[ How badly damaged is this anyway ]

[yuwon]

[ damn... marcille only spitting facts.

he can't exactly disagree with her and so he temporarily seems to fall into silence. he guesses he never thought about clothes much beyond the initial function. they didn't always get in the way, either... ] Well, it's just what I normally wear beneath my normal clothes.

[ he means under his jacket or robe...

but, the damage is basically like if ... a nonhulk-like entity ripped their sleeve off. why does he suddenly feel bad. ]

[picky]

[ NOO YUWON....!!! ):

That string of silence is a little long. When she looks up again from the damaged shirt, she can see how his expression suddenly dropped. She immediately shifts into comfort mode, waving her hand beside her face. ]

That's fine! It's really no big deal, you know? Things happen!

[ It gets a little awkward as the barista comes in to serve their drinks. Marcille politely thanks her before the barista walks off. Then she turns her attention back to Yuwon. ]

Um... Maybe this doesn't interest you, but I can teach you how to sew if you'd like? Just a few different stitches to fix things like this.

[yuwon]

[ the barista is probably wondering what sort of conversation is having for the atmosphere to be this strange, especially when all the context he gets is a ripped article of clothing on the table. but, if it's weird, yuwon seems to glaze over that fact. ]

Are you comforting me? [ it's kind of funny to think about.

at her offer, he does seem to genuinely think it over. it's true that he never felt the explicit need for these sorts of skills, especially since it's not like it'd making climbing the tower any easier. so he seems to think for a second, before he responds with: ] Show me. I think I could learn if I watched you.

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[picky]

[ Called out... Her cheeks go a little pink and her eyes dart away. ]

I... was, [ she looks back at him eagerly, ] but everything I said was true! Honest!

[picky]

[ Back to the topic at hand. She blinks up at him. ]

Oh, sure. ...You mean right here?

[ He wants her to sew it here in the cafe and let him watch? It's perfectly possible; she'd just expected to bring it home and mend it herself. It would make sense to invite him to watch. ]