( you're such a sweet young thing )

[bostova]

why'd you do this to yourself


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[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. ]