[it takes a while for him to say anything that's immediately helpful to anna, or at least she thinks so, but she also has eye, so she can see that this is important to him. it feels like even if he didn't really want to talk about any of this stuff, he's kind of laying it all out for her anyway. maybe he just needed a push. maybe that's the point of it.]
[the first thing he does say that gets to her comes late, around the idea of things never staying peaceful in the dream for very long. there's no reason trench could possibly be the same way, and she can't... she can't imagine having been too drunk to move in recollé when lives depended on it. it twists her stomach, and maybe it's because she's been awake for too damn long, but it almost sours her appetite to think about it too hard.]
I know so many people, [and she starts slowly, like she's building up to something bigger,] Who would found a new city just to kick my ass from here to there if they caught me being too drunk to do the shit that needs to be done. I guess I gotta find some people like that around here. Then just... keep doing it every day. I've been there before and I can get there again, right?
[with luck, that's how it works. maybe it would help motivate her if she knew someone who'd... no, that was grim, even for her. she could find the motivation on her own.]
Sure hope you're feeling better after all that talking. I think I'm probably gonna get there, too. Just, uh, one thing. [and this one has less weight behind it, because she doesn't know how to handle stuff like this without deflecting.] My cigs stay. I don't have a problem there. I literally don't even have lungs.
[Anna you can't just call him out on having feelings and vulnerabilities like that, even if he's just kind of spilled his guts about them. He is Sir Not Going To Acknowledge That Comment, okay. There's a moment where he looks halfway flustered before he takes a breath, sorting himself out on the exhale.]
Heh, fair enough. Well...you've got one guy, at least. Assuming you're not already looking for the first opportunity to run for the hills, anyway.
[He tries for a faint smirk, even if the whole Attitude™ is a little hard to reach at the moment, after said gut-spilling.]
The pizza isn't gonna be that good, just for the record.
Oh, dude, I'm not looking for good food. I'm looking for the shittiest, greasiest thing in the world. Real Recollé-style pizza. [and she's at least feeling better enough to put on a fake fantasy new york accent and lean into it.] The thinnest crust imaginable, pepperoni curled up so it just becomes a little edible cup of grease, slices so big you gotta fold them up with one hand so you can flip off the people on the street with the other.
[and she cuts the accent before it gets too silly. this is a serious conversation. she clears her throat.]
Anyway. None of that probably made any sense to you, 'cause I don't think Remnant has a city like mine, but. Whatever, I said it anyway. [she's not even forcing a casual smile anymore.] I ain't gonna bail now, is what I'm saying, I guess.
Probably not exactly, but I think I got the idea. Pretty sure sketchy hole-in-the-wall joints are universal.
[He grins. The vibe reminds him of some parts of Mistral, or the kind of 4 am craving sorts of dives he would go to when he was soaked knee-deep in booze himself. The idea of a city where people regularly just walk down the street eating too-big pizza while flipping off annoying people sounds like a transformative experience tho tbqh.]
This place, I wouldn't exactly call nice, but it's cozy and got good food.
[It would be what one might consider a solid Budget Restaurant if, y'know, money existed in Trench.]
Not the worst place to stick around for the long haul, at least.
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[the first thing he does say that gets to her comes late, around the idea of things never staying peaceful in the dream for very long. there's no reason trench could possibly be the same way, and she can't... she can't imagine having been too drunk to move in recollé when lives depended on it. it twists her stomach, and maybe it's because she's been awake for too damn long, but it almost sours her appetite to think about it too hard.]
I know so many people, [and she starts slowly, like she's building up to something bigger,] Who would found a new city just to kick my ass from here to there if they caught me being too drunk to do the shit that needs to be done. I guess I gotta find some people like that around here. Then just... keep doing it every day. I've been there before and I can get there again, right?
[with luck, that's how it works. maybe it would help motivate her if she knew someone who'd... no, that was grim, even for her. she could find the motivation on her own.]
Sure hope you're feeling better after all that talking. I think I'm probably gonna get there, too. Just, uh, one thing. [and this one has less weight behind it, because she doesn't know how to handle stuff like this without deflecting.] My cigs stay. I don't have a problem there. I literally don't even have lungs.
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Heh, fair enough. Well...you've got one guy, at least. Assuming you're not already looking for the first opportunity to run for the hills, anyway.
[He tries for a faint smirk, even if the whole Attitude™ is a little hard to reach at the moment, after said gut-spilling.]
The pizza isn't gonna be that good, just for the record.
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[and she cuts the accent before it gets too silly. this is a serious conversation. she clears her throat.]
Anyway. None of that probably made any sense to you, 'cause I don't think Remnant has a city like mine, but. Whatever, I said it anyway. [she's not even forcing a casual smile anymore.] I ain't gonna bail now, is what I'm saying, I guess.
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[He grins. The vibe reminds him of some parts of Mistral, or the kind of 4 am craving sorts of dives he would go to when he was soaked knee-deep in booze himself. The idea of a city where people regularly just walk down the street eating too-big pizza while flipping off annoying people sounds like a transformative experience tho tbqh.]
This place, I wouldn't exactly call nice, but it's cozy and got good food.
[It would be what one might consider a solid Budget Restaurant if, y'know, money existed in Trench.]
Not the worst place to stick around for the long haul, at least.