Keep close, will you? The heat might make me faint.
[ it sounds like some stupid ploy to keep him nearby, but really, after getting cold last month, she isn’t taking her chances with the temperature of things. ]
[ it’s just a test bath, in any case. as much as she does, perhaps foolishly because of her heart, trust reim, she isn’t ready to be caught in a compromising position by someone who might muscle past him in their eagerness.
all she ends up doing is soaking her legs, and that’s enough to satisfy her. the water is fine. they need a million other things.
she’s back out of the baths shortly, looking exactly the same as ever, except her hair is just a bit damp from the steam and she’s carrying her socks and shoes. ]
[ she is not above it, unfortunately, though she might be this time simply because it’s not that much of a hassle to get those socks and shoes back on. if she had some luggage, that might be a different story. ]
[ if there was any doubt that her mood has improved from this excursion, that comment likely clears it up. she’s feeling much better than she was, even if it’s at reim’s expense.
slipping her feet into her shoes, she smiles up at him. ]
sierra actually, for a moment, seems surprised that he’d offer—and then with the same complacent grace she handles most things, she takes his arm again. ]
I could use a drink soon, if we’re going to have a lunch date.
[one day she won't be surprised and he won't look overly serious, and then they'll have a miracle on their hands. for now, it's time to walk and find this food place - honestly, he does not know where it is, precisely - and he doesn't even stumble when she brings up drinking! he does make a face, but it's the face of someone who was wondering when that would come up.]
Remember when you asked if I was busy for just a walk to the baths? Now you're demanding my whole day. [....] Not out here.
[ that’s usually enough, in lieu of a steady supply of blood, but she’d nearly been left more exhausted than she started thanks to the emotionally taxing visions she’d had. ]
[he doesn't know these vampire lore secrets. in any case, as long as he can reserve being chewed on for the privacy of... somebody's home, that's... fine?]
If you must know, I did— but that excludes being bitten.
sierra manages to hide her pleasant surprise, though, since she’s more or less fully recovered from her dreamy melancholy that had her all out of sorts. ]
Consider it an inauguration for coming back to work.
Hmm. I suppose that honestly isn't much worse than what I'm used to.
[being bitten by vampires is comparable to middle management?? no, not at all, but working for weirdos certainly--]
Did I tell you about the time the duke I serve wanted to reward me for doing good work, so he told me he was dying and sent me to research a fictitious disease in order to keep me distracted? Once that bar has been set, it tends to stay where it is.
Ahaha! More than the whims of nobility, I’m curious about whether or not it worked.
[ rich people will honestly do whatever the fuck they want, but doesn’t it take a special kind of person to actually enjoy being given the runaround? ]
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Habit? I haven't had the chance in two weeks.
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[ sierra finds herself smiling at his comment, despite the sass of it all, and she’s grateful that there’s a piece of wood keeping them separate. ]
Enjoy it while it lasts. I’ll punish you next time.
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[she's never actually done that yet, so it's a bit less ridiculous that he finds idle threats of punishment endearing. maybe.]
Well, I'll wait outside, shall I?
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[ it sounds like some stupid ploy to keep him nearby, but really, after getting cold last month, she isn’t taking her chances with the temperature of things. ]
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[please don't faint in the bath... but he will make his way back outside and loiter appropriately.]
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all she ends up doing is soaking her legs, and that’s enough to satisfy her. the water is fine. they need a million other things.
she’s back out of the baths shortly, looking exactly the same as ever, except her hair is just a bit damp from the steam and she’s carrying her socks and shoes. ]
It’s a start.
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anyway that was not a bath, that was sierra leading him around making complaints and then sticking her feet in the water. wow. just look at this.]
We aren't going anywhere else until you put your shoes back on.
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[ she is not above it, unfortunately, though she might be this time simply because it’s not that much of a hassle to get those socks and shoes back on. if she had some luggage, that might be a different story. ]
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[please... this escort mission doesn't need even more silly demands. he pauses, then a little defensively of his stringbean physique:]
I am capable of carrying you, you know.
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[ true to form, now that she’s asked, it’s hard to tell if this was her plan all along or if she’s following a slightly malicious sense of whimsy.
she does, at least, start to pull her socks back on. look, she’s listening. ]
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[well, no, but more or less yes. she's tiny. just put on the shoes and hush...]
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[ if there was any doubt that her mood has improved from this excursion, that comment likely clears it up. she’s feeling much better than she was, even if it’s at reim’s expense.
slipping her feet into her shoes, she smiles up at him. ]
There. Are you happy now?
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okay. he holds out his arm for her himself, this time. let's go.]
Quite. Come, let's find this "noodle stand."
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sierra actually, for a moment, seems surprised that he’d offer—and then with the same complacent grace she handles most things, she takes his arm again. ]
I could use a drink soon, if we’re going to have a lunch date.
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Remember when you asked if I was busy for just a walk to the baths? Now you're demanding my whole day. [....] Not out here.
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[ that’s usually enough, in lieu of a steady supply of blood, but she’d nearly been left more exhausted than she started thanks to the emotionally taxing visions she’d had. ]
And you did miss me.
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[he doesn't know these vampire lore secrets. in any case, as long as he can reserve being chewed on for the privacy of... somebody's home, that's... fine?]
If you must know, I did— but that excludes being bitten.
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sierra manages to hide her pleasant surprise, though, since she’s more or less fully recovered from her dreamy melancholy that had her all out of sorts. ]
Consider it an inauguration for coming back to work.
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[being bitten by vampires is comparable to middle management?? no, not at all, but working for weirdos certainly--]
Did I tell you about the time the duke I serve wanted to reward me for doing good work, so he told me he was dying and sent me to research a fictitious disease in order to keep me distracted? Once that bar has been set, it tends to stay where it is.
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[ rich people will honestly do whatever the fuck they want, but doesn’t it take a special kind of person to actually enjoy being given the runaround? ]
I may have to take notes.
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[it was tragic, actually. he had a terrible time!!]
You could pick better people to emulate, if you want my honest opinion.
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[ but really, if he did, sierra would deserve it. ]
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[he probably would have noticed. probably.]
But really, me, say something untoward? I would never.