[ 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.
[ 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?
[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.]
[ 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. ]
No, not by our definition. We differentiate between temporary screw-ups and permanent fuck ups.
[Because they be particular like that.]
People make mistakes - that's just how things are. But not all people end up digging their holes so deep that they can't get out, or digging holes and stuffing other people into them.
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[ Though she kniws Kaz and Brianna do. ]
...Kibo used to be there? [ She... couldn't really imagine that. ]
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[Then, oh-so-casually:]
That was the base that ended up collapsing on August 18, because of the Methuselah's ruling.
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[ 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. ]
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[Rolling her eyes now. Sigh, people.]
Anyway, drinks! This sort of stuff is better with drinks!
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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.
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[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?
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[ 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.
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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.]
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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. ]
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[Yeah, that is Tala's way of saying she totally wants to see you wear that. Please? Pretty please?]
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ugh typos you spot too late orz
[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
[ 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. ]
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So seriously: how have you been?
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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. ]
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[Taking a drag.]
Besides, Daddy's really fond of you and the other Hounds. I can see why.
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He has... weird taste in people.
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[Or he can without help, anyway. Many of the others have to cheat.]
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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. ]
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[Saying with Complete Faith.]
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[ Curious tilt of the head as she's refilling their glasses. ]
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[Because they be particular like that.]
People make mistakes - that's just how things are. But not all people end up digging their holes so deep that they can't get out, or digging holes and stuffing other people into them.
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[ And she's quiet now, wondering if she's been digging a hole for herself, or building fences. Or both. ]
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Whatcha thinking~?
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