[That gets him to stop scanning the people at the edge of the dance floor and look back down at her, sharply.
What exactly is that supposed to mean? She'd told him to act like they never knew each other before, sure, but that was in the context of others having forgotten. This is something different. He can't quite guess at what it is. But he can connect it to how willing she was to have him act like a total stranger as well. She'd been wandering - was she trying to go entirely unnoticed through all of that?
If that's the case...that's an even lonelier life than Vash's.]
That doesn't sound like much of a risk to me. It's not like you've gone and murdered dozens of people.
[As a completely hypothetical reason why it could be best to forget someone.]
As far as I know. [He concedes that. She could have accidentally vaporized an entire city at some point. It's not like she'd be the first friend of his to do that.
But he's examining her face carefully, looking for signs of the loneliness she's more or less admitted to. Whether it's self-imposed or not, being entirely forgotten is no way to live. Or to die. He wanted plenty of people not to care about his presence or absence, but he could never have been satisfied with how things turned out if he hadn't been damn sure there were a few who wouldn't forget him.]
Not that it'd matter to me.
[For all his focus on her, he's been able to keep his dancing mostly passable. It's not that hard of a pattern if you're not doing anything fancy.]
[she looks back at him, matching gaze for gaze as her ages of skill have given her. despite the way her heart aches and yearns as she etches the moment to a sensory memory, she does not let her placid expression break.
instead, she just gently teases him:] Slippery slope, Wolfwood. I pray you raise your standards a bit above 'mysterious, potentially dangerous.'
Not true. [she lifts her chin a bit, turning her head in the direction he's leading them.] It'd just mean you'd have to chat a bit more to learn things.
I do plenty of chatting! [Just ask any of the shopkeepers! Or some of the locals he's given a hand, or people he meets in passing at cafés. He's cheery and mostly polite, fitting right in.
...Which was always the point. It's easier to slide in and out of places if you're a friendly, pleasant guy. Maybe a bit weird, but not some mysterious, potentially dangerous loner. It's not that he's naturally chatty. He's perfectly willing to talk if the situation calls for it, but he was always blunt, even when those situations were frequent. He'd worked out how to chat, because people were less likely to match 'hired assassin' with 'nice oddball priest.']
Just...not with friends.
[His steps had slowed; he picks up the pace now so the next couple won't run into them.]
[He's not sure if he's not following her or if she's not following him. For once, it's Wolfwood's turn to split hairs over wording.]
You don't have to chat with friends. You can just talk. Or not talk.
[Or argue. Arguing is always on the table. The point is that a friend should be someone you can just be yourself around. And if yourself is someone who's not chatty, there's no expectation you should be (unlike there is at, for example, overly fancy parties with stupid dress codes).]
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mycrosstobear) wrote2021-11-14 03:26 pm
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Only if it were a risk I'd be a remembered.
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What exactly is that supposed to mean? She'd told him to act like they never knew each other before, sure, but that was in the context of others having forgotten. This is something different. He can't quite guess at what it is. But he can connect it to how willing she was to have him act like a total stranger as well. She'd been wandering - was she trying to go entirely unnoticed through all of that?
If that's the case...that's an even lonelier life than Vash's.]
That doesn't sound like much of a risk to me. It's not like you've gone and murdered dozens of people.
[As a completely hypothetical reason why it could be best to forget someone.]
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But he's examining her face carefully, looking for signs of the loneliness she's more or less admitted to. Whether it's self-imposed or not, being entirely forgotten is no way to live. Or to die. He wanted plenty of people not to care about his presence or absence, but he could never have been satisfied with how things turned out if he hadn't been damn sure there were a few who wouldn't forget him.]
Not that it'd matter to me.
[For all his focus on her, he's been able to keep his dancing mostly passable. It's not that hard of a pattern if you're not doing anything fancy.]
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instead, she just gently teases him:] Slippery slope, Wolfwood. I pray you raise your standards a bit above 'mysterious, potentially dangerous.'
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If I did that, I wouldn't have any friends.
[Hell, if said friends had standards above that, he would also not have any friends.]
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...Which was always the point. It's easier to slide in and out of places if you're a friendly, pleasant guy. Maybe a bit weird, but not some mysterious, potentially dangerous loner. It's not that he's naturally chatty. He's perfectly willing to talk if the situation calls for it, but he was always blunt, even when those situations were frequent. He'd worked out how to chat, because people were less likely to match 'hired assassin' with 'nice oddball priest.']
Just...not with friends.
[His steps had slowed; he picks up the pace now so the next couple won't run into them.]
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There's more to remember if you do. I hope you can.
[just not with her.]
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You don't have to chat with friends. You can just talk. Or not talk.
[Or argue. Arguing is always on the table. The point is that a friend should be someone you can just be yourself around. And if yourself is someone who's not chatty, there's no expectation you should be (unlike there is at, for example, overly fancy parties with stupid dress codes).]
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In some ways, yes. In other ways, no. Silence only speaks so much, and actions can only spell out certain phrases.
[words have meaning. simple, succinct, confusing or confident...
a lot can be left unsaid.]