( you're such a sweet young thing )

[bostova]

why'd you do this to yourself


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[thebrandybunch]

[...And yeah, that kept them busy the whole day.

Like.

REALLY busy. The good kind of busy. You know, where things die and put up just enough of a fight to make things interesting

Both of them are laughing now, as you're riding in, as you're all plopping down at a camp fire. Breton's bringing out the booze: Saxon is already tossing his pack in Yulia's direction.]

Your form is crazy better these days, Yulia-chan.

[SAXON IS A PROUD FATHER BROTHER... THING.]

[bostova]

[ If she's smiling and giggling along with them, it's because she's riding a high she hasn't felt since forever. (Or it could still be the stuff they smoked the night before, at Joshua's party. She couldn't tell.)

She catches the pack of cigarettes with ease, taking one out to light up before she's trading it for a bottle of whatever Breton is passing out. She's still smiling, almost preening, definitely bristling with pride as much as Saxon is. ]

I am glad you think so. I do like to keep myself in good form.

[thebrandybunch]

Guess it's best, then, that we do this more often with you. It'll keep you sharp.

[That's Breton. The Philippines, as you know, is too soft for his tastes. He only likes the country because most of his famiry is there.]

[bostova]

[ Mm, she likes that plan; she's nodding in agreement as she's leaning back, looking totally, totally satisfied with herself. ]

Da, that felt good. You should take me with you more often.

[thebrandybunch]

Got any preferences for our future reference? Beyond engagements with a fuckload of targets, anyway.

[There's Saxon, laughingly.]

[bostova]

Somewhere colder, next time? I am not very fond of the heat.

[thebrandybunch]

Hmm! Is Russia out of the question, or do you actually really want to go there?

[Breton, that one.]

Because other colder places are kind of boring.

[Saxon, with a sigh.]

[bostova]

[ She wrinkles her nose at the mention of Russia-- she's not ready to go back just yet. Probably won't ever be. ]

I thought as much.

I suppose anywhere will do. As long as he doesn't hog all the fun.

[thebrandybunch]

[Both of them laugh, but the delay before they do is a second too long. That's a tell on their part, and - if that wasn't enough - there's the fact that Saxon is turning away to take a REALLY long swig from his bottle, and Breton is definitely paying a bit too much attention to his cigarette.]

Doubt we can bank on him NOT doing that for a while.

[Breton, and he's speaking softly.]

[bostova]

And that is why you brought me here.

[ Of course she notices. She's still miffed about the text messages, but that's ok. She genuinely adores Saxon and Breton, so they are forgiven. They're kind if really adorable, the way they are now, looking like sad little puppies. Not that she would ever say that aloud. ]

To try and convince him to go home.

[thebrandybunch]

Yeah... he's kind of not listening to anyone from our end. Even his mom.

[Tohru had been the one to tell them as much, and while the Assassin had not said a word about his own attempts, it had been clear in his tone that he had tried too.]

You're a Hound, which kinda makes you guys the new kids on the block. Maybe it'll be enough to drag him out of his funk?

[bostova]

[ She exhales a lungful of smoke and shrugs. ]

It's worth a try.

[ She finishes her stick, puts it out. ] Want me to go now?

[thebrandybunch]

[They are barely managing to contain their relief and excitement.

Just barely.]

Uh, his tent is over there!

[Saxon is the one pointing.]

[bostova]

[ She'd pinch their cheeks for being adorable, is she was the type to. She finishes her bottle, first--liquid courage, man-- then she stands up. ]

...Let's hope this works.

[ She gives them a smile before she goes. It'll be a while before she comes back. ]