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[at_heart]

You called me, so my guess is you know who I am. But I'm busy, so leave a message, or whatever.

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[featherbeaned]

[ raises an eyebrow ]

Maybe you are. But do you want more?

[at_heart]

[ ...Torn between wanting to flip down on the floor on his back because how are you supposed to tell and......... ]

—Heh. I don't know, Tea. I know I don't... just want to sleep with him, but that's about all I've got.

[ And he knows it wouldn't automatically ruin a friendship, he's got plenty of friends here that he's sleeping with, but also that thing he very much knows about your feelings is distracting. ]

[featherbeaned]

You wanna know what I'd recommend?

[at_heart]

...well... yeah.

[featherbeaned]

Just ask him out on a date.

[at_heart]

[ sjldksjsjlksd ] [ also his expression is absolutely bleeding into this as the seconds pass

good job plowing that other train of thought completely off the rails, goodbye ]

[featherbeaned]

YOLO.

[at_heart]

[ That's not even true here, we die all the time and come back, which is why he will sometimes spend a moment fervently wishing the producers would just take pity on him and kill him in the middle of a conversation. ]

Tea.

[featherbeaned]

Yep. That's my name.








And YOLO's my game.

[at_heart]

But—

[ Gesturing. Gesturing helplessly. How do you explain anxiety to someone who doesn't know what anxiety is. ]

[featherbeaned]

[ she's waiting ]

[ expectantly ]

[at_heart]

[ Finally, urgently: ]

How do you do that.

[featherbeaned]

[ looks him dead in the eye ]

Hey, Lupine. Wanna go on a date with me?

[at_heart]

[ sjdlkfjsdfjlksjflk ] [ he should have seen that coming, he is fully aware ]

—But—

[ That's not the same thing, even if... ]

[featherbeaned]

All you've gotta do is use your words!

... And in your case, try not to die of a heart attack.

[at_heart]

[ .............................................................. ] [ Ugh, he doesn't like not giving her a real response, but it still feels so much like he can't do that without admitting he knows something he shouldn't know, and he should admit that but maybe not like this, and.

In the meantime: ]

What if you have this nagging feeling you've never asked anybody out before in your entire life.

[featherbeaned]

[ for her part, tea seems remarkably (unsurprisingly?) unbothered by his lack of direct response ]

Eh, you're never too old to get started. I'm over two thousand years old and I only got in on the dating scene these past few years, you know.

[at_heart]

[ gdi ]

...And here?

[ Softer. ]

No offense. Always kinda admired everyone who was trying to make it work in this place, but.

[featherbeaned]

None taken!

... It's hard for me to imagine being anxious about this sorta thing; most've the time I'm just following what my gut tells me. Here, home, in some other place and time - doesn't matter.

[ a beat, and then an amendment ]

Sometimes it kinda matters. But most of the time it's whatever.

[at_heart]

[ maaaaaaaan ] [ Lupine tugs slowly on a lock of hair. Staring down at the floor for a long moment. His gaze flicks up to her, then, and... ]

It's good advice. [ Even if he can't imagine taking it. ] —Thanks.

[ ...please don't let her mean... ]

And — sorry.

[featherbeaned]

What? Oh, that. Yeah, no; don't worry about it.

Sure, dating'd be fun, but I like what we've got. Always have.

[at_heart]

[ Some tension eases out of his shoulders. Another tug on his hair. ]

...That simple, huh?

[ How. ]

[featherbeaned]

That simple!

Cannot recommend highly enough the No Thoughts, Head Empty lifestyle.

[at_heart]

[ Lipquirk. He looks away again. ]

—How do you even know for sure that dating somebody is what you want?

[featherbeaned]

Whew. There's a question and a half.

[ How does she even answer this ... ]

It's ... like ... For me, it can be a mix: more, deeper feelings; more trust, and more willingness to be vulnerable; more attraction; wanting a kind of ... mutual claim, I s'pose?

I've never had a sudden epiphany of, wow I wanna date this person. With Kit n' me, we slid into it over years, and it was even longer before we actually said anything 'bout it. Here, with Rye and Pentium and Hardy, it was quicker, but we still did, like ... date-ish stuff together before one or the other of us said, "Hey, this is fun, wanna date?"