[ Alan bites back a few things--best not to ruin the mood with his extremely volatile feelings on that whole rockstar fame thing--and instead takes the paper, examining it closely. It's nothing he recognizes. ]
[Hanna could probably stand to be a little more sensitive about it, but he's living in jokes and deflection land at the moment. He doubts Alan had wanted a serious conversation, though if he did, oops. Might could have waited a bit to activate the magic.
His head lifts from the bed, a slow blink before he remembers Alan asked him a question.]
Oh! TK, bug lady, T, Taylor Kiryu?
She's my warden. Got paired right after we got back from the Narrenshit.
Wouldn't have been able to do the woodly-woo without her taking the training wheels off.
Congrats. I think? Some people really don't like their wardens.
[ Alan's getting comfortable--as comfortable as someone like him can--and squinting at the page again. He's not hesitant per se, but a glance over at Hanna seems to confirm it. This is different than the cruise ship. Nothing will fuck him over.
Probably. He looks back at it, activates it like he knows how to, and exhales loudly as his whole body seems to just melt. ]
She's alright. Kind of...fuckin' possessed my body for a while there when I was trying to get her weird bug shit under control, so that was uncomfortable. [Hanna usually doesn't have anyone to hang out with when he partakes, the filter he might normally have halfed.]
At least she's not stalking me with bugs. I think. I have no idea how to check...
[He glances over when he notices the pink glow and grins, gently elbowing Alan.]
[ 'She's alright' hits a little differently when the very next sentence is 'she possessed me,' and Alan's face says as much--though it's all mired by the fact that he's actually, honest-to-god, relaxed for the first time in a very long time. ]
I think you're a genius. I also think you should hand me those oreos you were talking about earlier.
[She did tell him it was going to happen at least before he showed up. It wasn't like it was that much of a surprise. Still was fucking weird, invasive and uncomfortable though.
Grabbing said oreos from somewhere behind him on the mattress, Hanna rips open the package and sets them in Alan's lap, patting his shoulder.]
I'm going to put on the movie. Get you some water, then we'll really be cooking with gas.
[it takes him more than one try to get up, sliding off the mattress to grab the both of them a glass of water since he'd been out of soda months ago. Maybe he could ask for a cabinet restock sometime, but this was fine.
Popping on the movie, all weird blue aliens and daft punk tunes, Hanna sits cross legged next to him and grabs a piece of paper from the side table, absently folding a crane.]
[ Alan unceremoniously stuffs a whole oreo into his maw - no separating cookie from cream for him at the moment - and is quiet as Hanna folds the paper, watching the hypnotic movement and the dance beats that sound like they've been sampled from funk. ]
[Hanna doesn't even glance up from his folding, tongue poking out as he tries to get a good crease on the uneven surface of his thigh. It also doesnt help that his foot is tapping out a beat against air.]
No problemo. Really. I usually just chill by myself, but I figured you'd appreciate it. Not too high above us all to get stoned with your buddy.
That and if anyone needed to relax it'd be you.
[He's not even mentioning Charlie's disappearance though it definitely was a factor. He does look up though, knows he might be teasing a little too much.]
You think Saga would be down if I offered her a rune? I was thinking about putting a little offer in the Speakeasy. TK knows about it but I was gonna try and be on the DL with magical drugs incase we have some narcs on board.
[ He'd normally get a bit prickly about it--Aerith and Hanna, it seems, have grown to become the exception to his moody-or-else rule. Instead, he mumbles something noncommittal and helps himself to another oreo.
It's nice, sometimes, to just not talk about things. Hanna gets it. ]
Are you asking me if Saga would high like this or are you asking me if Saga would appreciate magic from you?
We talked about my magic before. Or- The Halo when I summoned all that spooky bullshit.
[He was rather interested in her own magic, or what ever she called it himself. It was interesting in the way that he didn't quite understand it and it seems neither did she, not really.]
I guess I just can't imagine her being less... [He makes a face, thinking before he turns to look at Alan with a serious expression on his face, a terrible impression of her.]
But I think that's just cause we only talk when I'm being questioned or am getting her Inmate, my buddy Terminator? In trouble. I dunno.
[ But he does mull on it, just for a few seconds. ]
We don't know each other as well as people assume, but... Yeah. I think if you approached her wanting to teach her something, she'd be interest. She's curious. She likes to solve things. It's what makes her very good at her job.
Yeah, well like I said before I don't really want to teach my shit. At least you don't seem to really care about the blood tainting stuff but I don't really want to go spreading that around.
[Hunter already had written in his Ledger about his concerns with Hanna and his magic he'd talked to T about it but has no way of knowing whether or not that has gotten changed yet or not.]
She's fucking clever too. Like, I get irritated with Edwin, my ghost neighbor, cause he does the same fucking shit I do, but he's an ass about how smart he is.
Saga is at least nicer about it. Makes her likable. [Hanna may or may not have a little feud with the dead teen, and not just because he accidentally killed him]
Well if you're good, then I'll be there when you do I guess.
[Is he going to remind Alan some other time? Probably.
He goes back to folding his crane, finishing it off though it certainly isnt as nice as his usual, a little lopsided perhaps and he'll finally reach for an oreo, delicately separating the two cookies to he can eat the cream first.]
Don't let me forget I'm not supposed to eat all of these...was gonna save some for Vinny.
[ Alan doesn't seem pressed he's out of the loop. He does grab the little, half-bent crane, holding it up in the middle of the TV that's got the aliens transforming into humans. ]
I'll write you a list. I've been busy with the nicknames.
[Hanna leans back on his palm so he can get a clear view of the TV with their new main character.]
Vinny is Vincent Smith, you know, the priest? I wanted a different nickname between him and Vincent Valentine. Though I really think between the two no one would believe me if I said I was dating 'mall-goth vampire'.
somehow me having a cultist boyfriend sounds more credible.
"Have you met Mr. Valentine? He's not actually a vampire. He just dresses like one. way too serious. He has a pretty subtle sense of humor at least but I think he likes to pretend he doesn't have one." And he can't imagine Vincent actually being interested. It was a bit of a stretch for him still to figure out why Vinny was, but he's starting to get used to it.
"I'm pretty sure Vinny doesn't like being a part of the order, but his god can actually like...manifest her creepy, terrifying self on earth, so it isnt a matter of just getting out, it's like, God's got her fucking eye on you. I dunno. That's fucking terrifying."
Alan cringes slightly at the prospect, tries not to think too much about Tom the Diver, and decides to sink just a little bit lower in his spot, hair no longer tucked neatly behind his ears like it usually is.
"Yeah. I mean, he wasn't mincing any words when we talked about it." It wasn't like he'd ever lied about it either. The amount of honesty around most of that had been a little surprising, but maybe that's just because Hanna's first instinct is to come up with bullshit.
"You think it'd be weird to ask him if he's ever thought about going anywhere different when he graduates? Like. I don't want it to sound like I'm asking him to move in with me, that's a little fast, but...who says God can follow him across dimensions?"
Might kill two birds with one stone to get out of the order and leave God behind in his own world.
He turns his head a little so he can actually look at Alan, the subject of Vinny bringing up a question he'd been nervously chewing on since they'd gotten back on board.
"Also...and I am so dead serious about this, dude. Do you use like...fuckin' endearments with your wife? Call her babe and shit? How do you pick one? I feel like I'm thinking about it too hard and if I use the wrong one I'll sound stupid."
Alan gets two questions, and he stares at Hanna for a second, like he isn't quite sure what the other's saying. It's been a while since he's been this high, man. He holds up one finger.
"Not weird, sounds like a hell hole." He holds another one up.
"I've been married for--" Shit. How long had he been trapped in the Dark Place? "--a while," he settles, "So yeah, I use terms of endearment with my wife."
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His head lifts from the bed, a slow blink before he remembers Alan asked him a question.]
Oh! TK, bug lady, T, Taylor Kiryu?
She's my warden. Got paired right after we got back from the Narrenshit.
Wouldn't have been able to do the woodly-woo without her taking the training wheels off.
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[ Alan's getting comfortable--as comfortable as someone like him can--and squinting at the page again. He's not hesitant per se, but a glance over at Hanna seems to confirm it. This is different than the cruise ship. Nothing will fuck him over.
Probably. He looks back at it, activates it like he knows how to, and exhales loudly as his whole body seems to just melt. ]
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At least she's not stalking me with bugs. I think. I have no idea how to check...
[He glances over when he notices the pink glow and grins, gently elbowing Alan.]
How's that Mr. Wake?
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I think you're a genius. I also think you should hand me those oreos you were talking about earlier.
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Grabbing said oreos from somewhere behind him on the mattress, Hanna rips open the package and sets them in Alan's lap, patting his shoulder.]
I'm going to put on the movie. Get you some water, then we'll really be cooking with gas.
[it takes him more than one try to get up, sliding off the mattress to grab the both of them a glass of water since he'd been out of soda months ago. Maybe he could ask for a cabinet restock sometime, but this was fine.
Popping on the movie, all weird blue aliens and daft punk tunes, Hanna sits cross legged next to him and grabs a piece of paper from the side table, absently folding a crane.]
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Hey. Thanks.
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No problemo. Really. I usually just chill by myself, but I figured you'd appreciate it. Not too high above us all to get stoned with your buddy.
That and if anyone needed to relax it'd be you.
[He's not even mentioning Charlie's disappearance though it definitely was a factor. He does look up though, knows he might be teasing a little too much.]
You think Saga would be down if I offered her a rune? I was thinking about putting a little offer in the Speakeasy. TK knows about it but I was gonna try and be on the DL with magical drugs incase we have some narcs on board.
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It's nice, sometimes, to just not talk about things. Hanna gets it. ]
Are you asking me if Saga would high like this or are you asking me if Saga would appreciate magic from you?
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[He was rather interested in her own magic, or what ever she called it himself. It was interesting in the way that he didn't quite understand it and it seems neither did she, not really.]
I guess I just can't imagine her being less... [He makes a face, thinking before he turns to look at Alan with a serious expression on his face, a terrible impression of her.]
But I think that's just cause we only talk when I'm being questioned or am getting her Inmate, my buddy Terminator? In trouble. I dunno.
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[ But he does mull on it, just for a few seconds. ]
We don't know each other as well as people assume, but... Yeah. I think if you approached her wanting to teach her something, she'd be interest. She's curious. She likes to solve things. It's what makes her very good at her job.
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[Hunter already had written in his Ledger about his concerns with Hanna and his magic he'd talked to T about it but has no way of knowing whether or not that has gotten changed yet or not.]
She's fucking clever too. Like, I get irritated with Edwin, my ghost neighbor, cause he does the same fucking shit I do, but he's an ass about how smart he is.
Saga is at least nicer about it. Makes her likable. [Hanna may or may not have a little feud with the dead teen, and not just because he accidentally killed him]
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[ A beat. Alan glances over. ]
She hasn't punched me yet, which I'm honestly surprised by.
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[Hanna jabs at Alan's arm, not at all enough to hurt, tapping his own chest after.]
You owe me one. I'm totally punchable now, so lay it on me. Promised I'd give you a shot and I completely forgot about it.
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What?
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God, that felt the worst. Like how it feels when you're getting possessed.
[He doesn't seem at all bothered by the subject matter, big smiles back at Alan.]
Free shot all yours.
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I get where you're coming from but I don't actually want to fight you right now.
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[Is he going to remind Alan some other time? Probably.
He goes back to folding his crane, finishing it off though it certainly isnt as nice as his usual, a little lopsided perhaps and he'll finally reach for an oreo, delicately separating the two cookies to he can eat the cream first.]
Don't let me forget I'm not supposed to eat all of these...was gonna save some for Vinny.
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[ Alan doesn't seem pressed he's out of the loop. He does grab the little, half-bent crane, holding it up in the middle of the TV that's got the aliens transforming into humans. ]
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[Hanna leans back on his palm so he can get a clear view of the TV with their new main character.]
Vinny is Vincent Smith, you know, the priest? I wanted a different nickname between him and Vincent Valentine. Though I really think between the two no one would believe me if I said I was dating 'mall-goth vampire'.
somehow me having a cultist boyfriend sounds more credible.
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"I would actually believe the mall goth more."
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"I'm pretty sure Vinny doesn't like being a part of the order, but his god can actually like...manifest her creepy, terrifying self on earth, so it isnt a matter of just getting out, it's like, God's got her fucking eye on you. I dunno. That's fucking terrifying."
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"Sounds more like a cult than anything."
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"You think it'd be weird to ask him if he's ever thought about going anywhere different when he graduates? Like. I don't want it to sound like I'm asking him to move in with me, that's a little fast, but...who says God can follow him across dimensions?"
Might kill two birds with one stone to get out of the order and leave God behind in his own world.
He turns his head a little so he can actually look at Alan, the subject of Vinny bringing up a question he'd been nervously chewing on since they'd gotten back on board.
"Also...and I am so dead serious about this, dude. Do you use like...fuckin' endearments with your wife? Call her babe and shit? How do you pick one? I feel like I'm thinking about it too hard and if I use the wrong one I'll sound stupid."
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"Not weird, sounds like a hell hole." He holds another one up.
"I've been married for--" Shit. How long had he been trapped in the Dark Place? "--a while," he settles, "So yeah, I use terms of endearment with my wife."
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