Catch-all; Beau

[momming]

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[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.

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[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?

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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.

[disreguarded]

[oh

well, otome crooks her finger and beau pulls herself up to go over to her.]