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[catchall] time to live like we're dying
WHO: Elan + you
WHAT: Catch-all with open and closed prompts
WHERE: Neo Tokyo and beyond
WHEN: November onwards
WARNINGS: Will tag if they come up!
WHAT: Catch-all with open and closed prompts
WHERE: Neo Tokyo and beyond
WHEN: November onwards
WARNINGS: Will tag if they come up!

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[ Which is just a roundabout way to say he hasn't made any progress. Honestly, his name isn't even in the list of top ten things that bother him after a year of conscription under LILITH. Nothing like almost being murdered by kaiju to put your troubles into perspective. Now that they finally have off time, he has no desire to spend his vacation agonizing over picking a name. ]
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[ Please! Won't someone think of March?? ]
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Not everyone can pick a name out of thin air like you. ...I'm working on it. You can call me whatever you want in the meantime.
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[ When her head stops hurting, maybe. ]
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[ Elan remarks nonchalantly. He's already earned himself one or two annoying nicknames he will simply turn a deaf ear to. As they chat, the next train comes rumbling in and they pack into it along with several other civilians. ]
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[ A little mischievously, even as they trundle onto the train and she nudges them into a pair of seats so she can slump unceremoniously against him. Not proper train posture, no, but she doesn't really care at the moment. ]
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[ He would share if the names were bad in a funny way, but alas, they don't bear repeating. They're either downright insulting or reduce him to his gundam piloting which is the last thing he wants to make his identity. And people wonder why he's fed up with names!
Hopefully this isn't a crowded train because he's immediately manspreading and getting comfortable when he collapses into the seat, glancing over when he feels her weight against him. ]
You can nap if you want. I'll wake you when we reach our stop.
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March's brow furrows in clear disapproval--not of him, of what that answer implies, but she mumbles an answer that's probably along the lines of "I'll be fine."
... Which is a lie, she definitely dozes off against him in a matter of minutes, weight still trustingly rested against him while her mind is a flurry of possible nicknames that won't ever insult him. ]
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Shit. [ He taps March's arm frantically, ready to grab her and bolt. ] Wake up. Wake up!