[ The things she does for her roommates ( completely willingly, because they're growing on her. She doesn't take too long to get ready at least, and she emerges from the room soon enough.
— Only to pause, then give a small shrug. She could eat, but it's not a priority for her. As a compromise, she pulls out her phone, quickly typing out a message ( thanks for waiting, as always ). ] Maybe if we pass by something good.
But for the other question — it takes a minute, before she skips over the phone completely. Just a shake of her head should be enough, both because she doesn't ( necessarily ) mind it, and it hasn't been getting better.
A silence, then she shrugs. There's nothing she can do about it, here. ]
He doesn't press it any further, but instead reaches out to pat her arm in a silent show of camaraderie. (She's strong of heart and able to tough it out, but a loss is a loss all the same.)
He doesn't let his hand linger, lest it's mistaken for pity, and returns it to his coat pocket, and breaks the silence (only barely) with a quiet hum—a mimicry of the last melody he'd overheard her working on.
[ She appreciates in being allowed to continue in her shady ways. Thanks, Akira. Three music notes from her!!!
That said — his impression is pretty good. Enough for her to glance over at him, lips quirking upwards. Continues from where he last left off ( fresh off her notebook this morning, this is like a teaser ), while she taps away at her phone. The melody dies off when she turns it to him, but the sentiment is there. ]
[ That gets a chuckle out of her. In theory she would be much, much pickier, but this isn't home anymore. So, after a pause where she looks like she's thinking deeply ( and probably thinking deeply )— ]
You're the most enthusiastic duet I've had yet. [ Mostly because the other duet was Boxer and he wasn't enthusiastic at all. But those are details. ]
[ He's been trying to branch out. (And, curry's a little harder to make from scratch when you're not entirely familiar with local ingredients...)
But! It is the recipe closest to his heart of course, one he associates with dinners at LeBlanc and his best of Thieves. He's glad to bust out his chops for an esteemed homie. ]
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— Only to pause, then give a small shrug. She could eat, but it's not a priority for her. As a compromise, she pulls out her phone, quickly typing out a message ( thanks for waiting, as always ). ] Maybe if we pass by something good.
Ready?
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For mundane dates.
(He flashes her a thumbs up and escorts her out the door.) As they walk, ]
How's it coming along?
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I'm sorry Akira, she's gonna play dumb for a sec. ] What is?
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Your next hit.
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I have to get my voice back, first. [ ... Okay, maybe not completely put aside. ]
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Anything we can do to help?
[ (Maybe there's a magical flower somewhere in the kingdoms that can restore her voice, and they just have to quest for it RPG style...) ]
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Maybe ask the Transistor really nicely. [ Will she elaborate past this, it's a mystery. ]
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How about holding it up at gun point.
[ ... ]
Has it been getting better at all?
[ He's curious/concerned for her, though mindful not to be too nosy, and adds, ] —If you don't mind me asking.
[ He hears her humming sometimes, around the house, and it's a wonderful thing. But... how could that be enough? She's a singer. ]
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But for the other question — it takes a minute, before she skips over the phone completely. Just a shake of her head should be enough, both because she doesn't ( necessarily ) mind it, and it hasn't been getting better.
A silence, then she shrugs. There's nothing she can do about it, here. ]
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He doesn't press it any further, but instead reaches out to pat her arm in a silent show of camaraderie. (She's strong of heart and able to tough it out, but a loss is a loss all the same.)
He doesn't let his hand linger, lest it's mistaken for pity, and returns it to his coat pocket, and breaks the silence (only barely) with a quiet hum—a mimicry of the last melody he'd overheard her working on.
... ]
...Yours was better.
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That said — his impression is pretty good. Enough for her to glance over at him, lips quirking upwards. Continues from where he last left off ( fresh off her notebook this morning, this is like a teaser ), while she taps away at her phone. The melody dies off when she turns it to him, but the sentiment is there. ]
Yours wasn't so bad yourself.
You'll probably hear more of it soon, anyway.
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Look forward to it.
[ Jokingly, ] How do you feel about a duet.
[ Better start revising those measures to make room for his dulcet tones. (No.) ]
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You're the most enthusiastic duet I've had yet. [ Mostly because the other duet was Boxer and he wasn't enthusiastic at all. But those are details. ]
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[ He flashes a tiny grin back at her, pleased she's even humoring him by giving it some actual thought. ]
You must've had loads of groupies.
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No...
[ He'll start sing arpeggios every day for her... Okay but more seriously, they've arrived at the market. ]
—What do you want for dinner.
[ First order of business. She hasn't eaten in like a day, so better make sure she gets something good. ]
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You haven't made curry in a while. [ Is this sarcasm or not, it's hard to tell. But more helpfully — ]
I wouldn't mind it.
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But! It is the recipe closest to his heart of course, one he associates with dinners at LeBlanc and his best of Thieves. He's glad to bust out his chops for an esteemed homie. ]
Curry it is.