( you're such a sweet young thing )

[bostova]

why'd you do this to yourself


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[bostova]

I have some we could use, in my room.

[ Yes, that is an invitation. ]

[thetalavega]

Oh, great! Shall we, then?

[Already standing up, and bringing that bottle for the both of you. Also sweeping up two of the bags like an expert.]

Can you take the others? [Chuckles.] We can look through them together, if you like! Always fun to do something like that with booze.

[bostova]

Of course.

[ The eyeroll is very affectionate, if her smile doesn't give it away. She takes most of the bags and leads the way to her quarters. ]

[thetalavega]

[Either way, it's flying right over Tala's head. She is set in her belief that people love her, and those that don't eventually will, so whatever~

Following along, looking around.]

You know, Kibo's quite nice for a Zangyaku base.

[bostova]

It is.

[ A nod. She doesn't follow it up; she's already told Tala how she liked Kibo over Falner. ]

[thetalavega]

[And of course she doesn't mind going on, talking.]

Kibo used to be located in Makati. You're familiar with the Rockwell area, right?

[bostova]

A little, yes. I do not go there often.

[ Though she kniws Kaz and Brianna do. ]

...Kibo used to be there? [ She... couldn't really imagine that. ]

[thetalavega]

Yeah! It was much smaller, though. We wanted to be as close to the Falner Estate as possible.

[Then, oh-so-casually:]

That was the base that ended up collapsing on August 18, because of the Methuselah's ruling.

[bostova]

Oh.

[ It's... a little unnerving, the way Tala says it. Then again, if August 18 didn't happen, Netsach probably wouldn't even be around. ]

[thetalavega]

No big, right? At least everybody ended up LEARNING from it.

[Rolling her eyes now. Sigh, people.]

Anyway, drinks! This sort of stuff is better with drinks!

[bostova]

[ That, she can agree with, definitely. And they're close to her quarters now, at least. ]

Here. [ She opens the door to her room. It's a tidy space, decorated sparingly. Leaving the bags by a low table now; she'll go fetch some glasses for the sake.] Make yourself at home.

[thetalavega]

Thanks!

[Beaming at you now, as she plops down at your windowsill. This room is so Yulia Bostova. It's cute.]

Wanna rifle through the stuff I got you over booze, or should I leave you to do that at your leisure?

[bostova]

I do not have plans for today, actually.

[ She comes back with two shot glasses, hands one to Tala. And she'll do the pouring; she'd be a horrible host if she didn't. ]

I do not mind if we go through it now.

[thetalavega]

[Clapping her hands together like she isn't the fucking Key of the Searing Wind.]

Yay!

[And now the clothes are... well. Pulling themselves out of the bag and neatly laying themselves out for display. It pays having awesome powers.]

[bostova]

[ Holding the bottle of sake, she frowns and snatches a piece of clothing before it lays itself out. ]

This isn't going to hide anything.

[ It's a sheer top. It's actually nice, but Yulia isn't so fond of sheer. Unless they were for your legs and you could wear a skirt over it. ]

[thetalavega]

We could layer with with something for you~

[Yeah, that is Tala's way of saying she totally wants to see you wear that. Please? Pretty please?]

[bostova]

[ She wrinkles her nose as she sets the sake bottle down. She's still holding the sheer top and scans through the other clothes-- and points at a dark, sleeveless top. ] Like that?

ugh typos you spot too late orz

[thetalavega]

Yep!

[Hee. She looks a bit like a proud mother or big sister right now.]

You're learning. Should I thank Cisco for that, or should I take all the credit?

i have a lot of that, too

[bostova]

A little of both, I suppose.

[ She's taking off her shirt now so she can try these new clothes on; it's not like Tala hasn't seen her in her underwear before anyway.

So yes, there might be a private little fashion show featuring one Yulia Bostova happening in her room, just for you, Tala. ]

[thetalavega]

[She is okay with this, or it at least looks that way as she's already kicking back with her booze and idly pulling out more things for Yulia to check out.]

So seriously: how have you been?

[bostova]

[ She's checking herself out on the mounted mirror she has before she looks at Tala with a smile (because she's unsuspecting!). ]

I am doing fine. [ Headtilt. ] Still a little surprised that you got me these. [ Gesturing to the clothes. So not used to people giving gifts. ]

[thetalavega]

Hey, you're hot stuff! Pretty girls need pretty things.

[Taking a drag.]

Besides, Daddy's really fond of you and the other Hounds. I can see why.

[bostova]

[ She rolls her eyes because obviously the only pretty one in the room is Tala. ]

He has... weird taste in people.

[thetalavega]

Does he? I actually think that he's one of the few people in the Fifth World can see what people are really like, or what they can become.

[Or he can without help, anyway. Many of the others have to cheat.]

[bostova]

[ She sits down in the dress she last wore so she could get herself some of that sake. ]

I guess that is what makes it weird? Because not everyone does, and you have to look really hard to make any connection. If there is any. [ For one thing, she doesn't understand--will probably never understand why her; why he'd given her that knife five, six years ago. But she probably doesn't have to. ]