Catch-all; Beau

[momming]

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Week 5, Thursday

[momming]

[ Sorry that Otome is all kinds of stressed right now, like. Practically vibrating with nerves but she's doing her best to act like it's fine, she's fine until after the meeting has ended.

... She gently peels off the Paw Patrol bandaid. And automatically-- ]

Are you all right, Beau?

[disreguarded]

[now that the meeting is over, she's like - less fine. beau was doing a pretty good job of keeping chill for ichiro's sake, but now that she's out here, away from people looking at her, she just. kicks a fucking wall.

and then hears otome.]

-- Fine. I'm fine. [she says, immediately.] Are you? You're not gonna get in trouble, right?

[momming]

I'm not sure if fine people kick walls. [ She says, very gently. ]

But I should be fine. I'm just sorry I couldn't say anything to help.

[ Not even a game of Hot and Cold. She hates this. ]

[disreguarded]

[valid point, but.

she just lets out a sigh, and takes her hand.]

No, we... we all saw what happened when we forced it. It's okay. [she pulls otome a little closer, wrapping her up in a hug.]

[momming]

There were some points I think... had merit.

[ And that's really all she can say, sighing into Beau's shoulder and giving her a little squeeze. ]

But how I don't know what to do with all this... tension.

[disreguarded]

[well, there's a pause, and then beau sort of just laughs a little, nosing against the side of otome's head.]

Well, I know one way to relieve some of it. [this is half a joke, as beau rocks them back and forth gently.]

[momming]

[ muffled, even as she snuggles closer: ]

I see if I can still remember any wrestling moves to win your heart and admiration?

[disreguarded]

Absolutely. [she says, laughing, holding otome tightly.] Fuck, you know when you told me that I about lost my mind? That's hot, babe.

[her tone is teasing and light - after a stressful meeting where they still just... sort of didn't get anywhere, she wants to take any sort of serotonin she can.]

[momming]

That was the first meeting, wasn't it? [ She has to laugh. ]

I suppose I'm overdue, then. I'm sorry for keeping you in suspense for so long.

[disreguarded]

[she smooches the side of otome's head.]

Your ribs have been fucked up for weeks, I wasn't gonna ask you to wrestle me! [a beat.] But yeah. Where do you wanna go?

[momming]

... Hm. Is there anywhere spacious enough indoors?

[ The digis don't need to see this. ]

[disreguarded]

[a beat]

Well, I've got an entire Suite to myself in Winter Dorm?

[momming]

[ She pulls back.

But then gets a firm grip back on Beau's hand and she does not look like it, but there's a surprising amount of strength when she starts towing her to the Dorms. ]

[disreguarded]

[HELLO beau's not arguing this, she just flushes sort of red and follows!!

girl strong...]

[momming]

[ One never knows when one has to crack a man's chest open to save his life.

But that's a thought for another day. Beau will obviously have to let them in but Otome seems to be a little more enthused now. ]

I think just one should do, but... really, nothing hurts? No residual soreness?

[disreguarded]

[she does, in fact, let them in! she's also very certain to close the door to the suite behind them.]

Nope. Nothing. Someone healed my ribs yesterday. [she is like, sore, but it doesn't matter, she's always sore.]

[momming]

How strange, me too.

[ give her a minute to toe her shoes off and stretch. ]

[disreguarded]

[beau also kicks her shoes off, and actually probably goes to wash her face too, actually. just to make sure she's not still costume-makeup'd anywhere.]

Think someone went around healing everybody with their vouchers?

[momming]

I think it's possible. I'd like to thank whoever it was... this feels like the first time I've been able to move around in weeks.

[ she will repay them by doing this, I guess. ]

[disreguarded]

[looks into the distance about cyoas

anyway.]

I should've done it for you. [she huffs.]

[momming]

Oh, stop that. [ She lets out a soft huff. ]

You had two men to look after, to say nothing of everyone else in your dorm.

[disreguarded]

[tbblthhthtttt she makes fart noises with her mouth, very maturely.]

Those two dumbasses use up all of my vouchers, I swear. [she moves back into the room, flopping down to sit on the edge of the bed.]

If it's not [shitty zemnian accent:] Beauregard, I need vouchers for my spell components, it's [shitty irish accent:] Feck, Beau, my gold sword!

[momming]

... [ Sorry, that's just making her laugh. Softly, at least. ]

Doesn't that just mean they view you as the most reliable one? Though I'm sure you're aware of that already.

[ She'll let Beau flop, though she bounces on her heels lightly and settles into position for whenever she wants to do this. ]

[disreguarded]

[wrinkles her nose.]

I don't know if they'd call me reliable. [useful, maybe. a beat.] I think most people wouldn't call me reliable.

[stop, get some self esteem]

[momming]

[ Otome pauses.

Then crooks her finger, beckoning. ]

Then I think there's something I ought to tell you.