[ Finn looks down at himself. Does his outfit really give it away?
Ah, whatever. She's right, he figures. The misery's probably glowing around him. He's not exactly proud of it.
He sets his own concoction next to hers and digs out his wallet to pay. ] I've got it. Compensation for dealing with my misery. [ It's said with a smile, at least. ]
No! [she lightly swats his hand and money away -- repeatedly, if she must, and will position herself directly in front of the register if that's what it takes.] No, I've got it! Because that means you'll owe me something later, right?
[it's blackmail, threatening the universe to dare interfere with their friend-time. she knows her odds are bad, but she's prodding that tiger anyway.
now with all items paid, Cecelia grabs a fistful of napkins and finds them seats near a window, plopping down with a huff.]
The only thing really miserable is the fact eating too much of this stuff makes you fat... [she says before immediately shoving a spoonful in her mouth.]
[ Well, he has to step away when she makes such a fuss about it, but her argument earns a smile out of him. Yeah, well, he already owes her. But that's beside the point.
So he lets her pay, grabs some more napkins (never too many with something like this, he assumes) and sits. ]
The extra weight's worth it. [ Never had the opportunity to lay about and worry about getting fat before. It's those tiny things that makes this place so unbelievable.
His spoon swirls through the ice cream, observing it before even considering a bite. ] Thanks. You know, for... all this. Thanks.
[she scoffs gently, none of the usual edge it has, her face a bit pink at the gratitude.]
It's ice cream, Finn. It's not like...like I was able to solve an actual problem or anything. [she takes another spoonful, glancing out the window with a frown. what are the odds another hideous, mouth-covered goo-monster will come oozing down the street now...?]
I mean, if you're going to put up with me? Especially after whatever madness you got dragged through and everything? I may as well get you ice cream, right?
I mean, you didn't have to. And you are solving problems. My life's just been war and... war. I haven't really gotten to experience anything like peace and what most think is normalcy before coming to Earth. And you're my first friend I made that was beyond all that stuff, from something completely different. We gossip and get our nails done and eat ice cream... It's nice.
So. Thank you.
[ All said while staring down at his dish with the longest face ever. Oh God, he's gone full sap. ]
[there's a beat wherein Cecelia offers no reply other than to look utterly touched and a bit crushed by such a thing.
then:] Omigaaaaaaaawwwwds, Fiiiiinn! [she huffs, having to grab a napkin and dab at her eyes.] You're gonna make me cry and mess up my eye makeup! Augh! You are, like. Too sweet for this world or any world? Gawds!
[she sniffles and huffs again, straightening back up, lifting her chin up.]
Well, fine then. I'll keep battles and war off the table and keep things properly where they need to be. Nails, ice cream, this garbage show I found the other day... [she nods solemnly, but inside she's almost...giddy? she can't really say she's often been praised or rewarded with gratitude for things like ice cream and nail polish, but it feels nice? like those things aren't just vapid wastes of time?]
[ They are definitely not wastes of time. Not to Finn.
He's a little surprised by her reaction for a minute before smiling and pushing all of his darker thoughts away for the evening. There'll be time to think about it later. So, he finally takes a bite of his ice cream and settles in. ]
Well, now you have to tell me what this show's about.
[oh, she will. gladly. and with great and grave detail about its nonsense plot, nonsense characters, and nonsense "twists." one would think for how much she despises the tropes she calls out, she'd have not bothered watching at all, but it's fun to hate-watch things, she's found! after all, she loves hate-reading things almost as much.
she's scraping the last remains of her dish by the end of it, in far better spirits than when they arrived all for simply dunking on fictional people and their own, fictional problems.]
Honestly. I can't even fathom the kind of person who would enjoy such tripe... [beat.] Sincerely, I mean. [definitely not her! nope!!] It's an incredible barn fire to witness simply for spectacle.
I'm grateful that its focus is on other so-called "fantasy" creatures and not elves this time, lest I puke nonstop. I get enough nauseating content from the weirdos who come to the store asking me to join their game nights, you know? [eye roll.]
Sounds like they made it with you in mind, to be honest. They can't actually be serious about it.
[ His mood has lifted considerably. Maybe not to levels it was before... all of that, but he seems a little more chipper, anyway. His smile's honest. ]
Wait, people do that? Pretty rude... Or maybe they think you're pretty or something and they're awkward about it.
Please, Finn. None of those sorts have the spine to ask someone they think is actually beautiful? Hello? To them, I'm an easy target because I have to stand there and endure it as an employee.
[in some cases, it's true enough. but she's very quick to paint all interactions in such a foul light, even the more...earnest attempts at incurring her favor.]
[she scoffs again at "likable," balling up a napkin and dropping it in her empty ice cream bowl.]
No, it's fine. I've gotten better at putting up with it for the most part, and anyway...I guess I could always just set them on fire or something. [beat. squint.] That would count as self-defense, wouldn't it?
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Ah, whatever. She's right, he figures. The misery's probably glowing around him. He's not exactly proud of it.
He sets his own concoction next to hers and digs out his wallet to pay. ] I've got it. Compensation for dealing with my misery. [ It's said with a smile, at least. ]
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[it's blackmail, threatening the universe to dare interfere with their friend-time. she knows her odds are bad, but she's prodding that tiger anyway.
now with all items paid, Cecelia grabs a fistful of napkins and finds them seats near a window, plopping down with a huff.]
The only thing really miserable is the fact eating too much of this stuff makes you fat... [she says before immediately shoving a spoonful in her mouth.]
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So he lets her pay, grabs some more napkins (never too many with something like this, he assumes) and sits. ]
The extra weight's worth it. [ Never had the opportunity to lay about and worry about getting fat before. It's those tiny things that makes this place so unbelievable.
His spoon swirls through the ice cream, observing it before even considering a bite. ] Thanks. You know, for... all this. Thanks.
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It's ice cream, Finn. It's not like...like I was able to solve an actual problem or anything. [she takes another spoonful, glancing out the window with a frown. what are the odds another hideous, mouth-covered goo-monster will come oozing down the street now...?]
I mean, if you're going to put up with me? Especially after whatever madness you got dragged through and everything? I may as well get you ice cream, right?
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I mean, you didn't have to. And you are solving problems. My life's just been war and... war. I haven't really gotten to experience anything like peace and what most think is normalcy before coming to Earth. And you're my first friend I made that was beyond all that stuff, from something completely different. We gossip and get our nails done and eat ice cream... It's nice.
So. Thank you.
[ All said while staring down at his dish with the longest face ever. Oh God, he's gone full sap. ]
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then:] Omigaaaaaaaawwwwds, Fiiiiinn! [she huffs, having to grab a napkin and dab at her eyes.] You're gonna make me cry and mess up my eye makeup! Augh! You are, like. Too sweet for this world or any world? Gawds!
[she sniffles and huffs again, straightening back up, lifting her chin up.]
Well, fine then. I'll keep battles and war off the table and keep things properly where they need to be. Nails, ice cream, this garbage show I found the other day... [she nods solemnly, but inside she's almost...giddy? she can't really say she's often been praised or rewarded with gratitude for things like ice cream and nail polish, but it feels nice? like those things aren't just vapid wastes of time?]
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He's a little surprised by her reaction for a minute before smiling and pushing all of his darker thoughts away for the evening. There'll be time to think about it later. So, he finally takes a bite of his ice cream and settles in. ]
Well, now you have to tell me what this show's about.
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she's scraping the last remains of her dish by the end of it, in far better spirits than when they arrived all for simply dunking on fictional people and their own, fictional problems.]
Honestly. I can't even fathom the kind of person who would enjoy such tripe... [beat.] Sincerely, I mean. [definitely not her! nope!!] It's an incredible barn fire to witness simply for spectacle.
I'm grateful that its focus is on other so-called "fantasy" creatures and not elves this time, lest I puke nonstop. I get enough nauseating content from the weirdos who come to the store asking me to join their game nights, you know? [eye roll.]
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[ His mood has lifted considerably. Maybe not to levels it was before... all of that, but he seems a little more chipper, anyway. His smile's honest. ]
Wait, people do that? Pretty rude... Or maybe they think you're pretty or something and they're awkward about it.
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Please, Finn. None of those sorts have the spine to ask someone they think is actually beautiful? Hello? To them, I'm an easy target because I have to stand there and endure it as an employee.
[in some cases, it's true enough. but she's very quick to paint all interactions in such a foul light, even the more...earnest attempts at incurring her favor.]
Gawds, boys are so annoying. [beat.
flatly:] No offense.
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Maybe you have a point. Maybe they're just being friendly, though. You're likable. It's not a crazy thought.
But I didn't see it so I can't say much.
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No, it's fine. I've gotten better at putting up with it for the most part, and anyway...I guess I could always just set them on fire or something. [beat. squint.] That would count as self-defense, wouldn't it?