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[ for a second—maybe two seconds, or even three, actually—Del lifts his head and looks Roche right in the face. his expression speaks louder than any amount of words could: what is wrong with you and why would you eat that.
or maybe just: that's nasty.
doubtless the mental image in his head is nothing compared to a real malboro, cooked or otherwise, but either version absolutely rankle his appetite. good thing he already stuffed his gullet full of meat pies before he got to the table!
it's while his gaze is still fixed on Roche's that the card slips free, which is kinda unintentionally badass, especially with that wobble. once it's loose, Del turns it between his fingers to read the question, brow furrowing. ]
"Family, or friends"? What kind of stupid question is that?
[ before recent events, he would've said "family," hands down, the end, no question, no contest, but—well. it's still going to be his answer, but it makes him feel kind of... weird. the way things have been going, the subtle shift in dynamics between himself and everyone else, it really gets him thinking, for a minute... or it would if he didn't give his head a shake as if to clear away the overthink-y thoughts. Del lays that card down with the rest of the ones he's drawn. ]
Family, obviously. Can't choose 'em. They're all you've got when it comes right down to it.
[ What wouldn't he eat would be the better question, and Roche's only real response to the incredulous look he's given is an ugly-ass snort that turns into laughter and a shrug. What can he say? He'll try just about anything once and if someone eggs him on, then it's on. Nobody here needs to know that though lest they get the idea to call him out on it.
That's the sort of things only friends get to know. ]
Couldn't they be one in the same? I've known a handful of people who I'd be willing to consider family, though they'd be more akin to brothers and sisters than anything else. Maybe aunts and uncles if they were older, but...
[ Family?? He doesn't know 'em, at least people outside of his father. ]
[ there's something kind of funny, about the way he says that. funny as in tsundere. he would appreciate not having exactly the sort of second thoughts he's got lurking in the back of his mind clocked right when they've just met, thank you very much! but also, he probably made it obvious. and it's a thing people think, right? people like those stooges they've been traveling with. maybe even people like— ]
Got a brother, that's it. Back... "back home."
[ because this isn't part of where he's from, it's—somewhere else. that's about the long and short of it, and that was enough of a signal to him that he should just avoid the grand design and focus on smaller parts of the picture. like what he has to do to get home, which at every turn is becoming an answer he doesn't like not one bit. ]
He'd be having a hell of a time if he was here, all these shenanigans to get up to... better off back there, though. This place makes my head ache, his'd be worse.
[ must be the noise, if how his ears tilt back is any indicator. ]
I'd say you'd both get used to it but unfortunately I'd be lying just a smidge. I get the occasional headache from the noise from time to time and if I'm having a particularly off-day it starts to bother my eyes, so... I understand, believe me. I usually only come down here when it's quieter, but something told me it'd be worth it.
[ Whatever that something was was right this time. It sure beats watching people come to (mostly) playful blows over a bad card game or some bet gone sour, and you know what? Roche would be an even bigger liar if he said this guy wasn't more than a little interesting for half a dozen reasons. His eyes linger on Del's ears for a few moments and though he almost looks like he's poised to ask something, he decides against it with a smile and a shake of his head and reaches for another card instead. ]
Promise you won't laugh at me if it's something embarrassing?
[ you lookin real not paripus for having those same issues, but... could be he isn't lying about the eyes. they're strange, kinda like that kid from "back home." maybe he's an elda? yeah, but everyone kinda looks like an elda here. i mean, they sure don't look like anything else.
Del reaches for the drink he'd brought with him the table originally (a screwdriver, the bartender recommended it to him, and he's been making slow work of it thanks to the fact that he said easy on the alc and still wound up with the heavy-handedest drink he's ever had in his life), and is that... a smile? a smirk? a smirle? he's not dour all the time, y'know. ]
[ Alright, deep breaths and count from three, two, one— Fwip! The tower wobbles up top where he'd yoinked the next card from, and after another mental countdown Roche flips it over and stares at it for a few moments. Then, he covers his mouth with one hand and places it face-up.
Have you ever broken a bone? If yes, then follow up with the story! ]
That's awfully vague, isn't it? Pick one or two and we'll go from there, I suppose, but despite everything I've done I still haven't broken my back yet, so think smaller.
[ aw, that's not embarrassing at all. he was hoping for something to laugh at. payback for the stupid oral question (that, thankfully, he did eventually stop blushing about). a very small, very "jesus christ that's strong" sip of his drink, then he sets it back down on the edge of the table where hopefully someone passing by will knock it over and spare him having to finish it. ain't no way he wants to get drunk in a place like this, at a time like this. not without reason, he's pretty sure they're trying to get him drunk or otherwise impaired on purpose, and while he's aware that resistance isn't going to get him home faster, he'd still prefer time to take this all in and strategize. ]
What, I'm supposed to guess? Fine... you look like the sort that's broken their nose, multiple fingers, or their arse. Maybe all of the above. How spot on am I?
The former two, yes. The latter? Not yet, thankfully.
[ And good thing too! He's bruised the hell out of it from a couple rough landings back home but those were nothing a quick Cure couldn't fix — imagine here without access to magic or other fast and easy remedies. Sure, they can mend everything else fairly quick but that's something that'll stick with a guy for life.
Without missing a beat Roche offers his right hand to Del with his palm facing up and there, just on the edge of his thumb is a faint, barely-there scar. ]
Got it caught on the handlebars of my bike when I took a little spill at thirteen. They had to put pins in it and I was technically forbidden from getting back in the saddle until the doctor gave me the all-clear, but I wasn't all that keen on listening. Sometimes it aches just before it starts raining, but I'd say it healed up pretty well. Now, my nose...
[ Yeah, here's the Stupid One and he at least has the decency to look a little abashed— ]
I, uh... broke it three months ago. Shampoo bottle.
[ saddle? like a horse? or whatever fucked up animals it is that pulls the carts, i can't remember right now?? none of these words match, but Fidelio is capable of stringing the pieces together to get the general gist. some kind of........ riding accident. and for the nose—
:bruh: ]
How d'you break your nose with a shampoo bottle? Someone threw it at your face, like?
[ he hadn't actually intended to reach for Roche's hand, but now he does, if only to shove it the same way you'd shove someone in the shoulder when you're half messing with them and half bullying them. and also because he isn't going to tolerate any funny business when he goes to draw his next card. git outta here. ]
[ All that shoving earns a bark of laughter from Roche and he obediently pulls his hand back, settling it over his heart for a moment or three with absolute delight in his eyes. See? This was worth it and this guy may as well be waving a green flag right in front of his nose. ]
I nearly fell asleep in the bath and I may have kicked the caddy holding the bottles up into the air. After that, well... you know how gravity likes to pull a fast one over on us.
[ Bam, right in the schnoz. He reaches up to rub the spot on the bridge of his nose where it made contact, his eyes diverting for a moment. ]
It certainly wasn't my finest moment and it's hardly as glorious as breaking it in a fight, but at least nothing worse happened.
Geez, you're a whole bubbling-hot pot'a mess. What's your encore?
[ should've just lied and said you were in a fight, man, that's what cool guys do. in spite of his wry tone, the ribbing's at least all in good fun. maybe recent times have helped him see a difference between antagonistic (derogatory) and antagonistic (it's a charm point). or maybe it's the extra-strong drink, the atmosphere, something outside of his control? who's to say.
at any rate, it's his turn again and the picks are getting more and more precarious. going for the cards on top is the easiest answer, if not the cheapest. Fidelio falls silent for a few moments, eyes narrowed thoughtfully. picking off the top over and over won't leave him with any escape route if the game starts getting dicey; better to take the risk early, when he's still feeling relatively confident.
right in the middle it is, then. unconsciously, the tip of his tongue pokes between his teeth as he goes in for the two-finger grab again, palm flat, easy now, right between the tips of his little claws, and— several of the cards on top tumble down, but the remainder of the structure stays intact. the ref says it's not a loss, and Del almost forgets about the question on the card while he's grinning about his momentary victory. everything's great until a bystander reminds him. he flips the card over...
and there goes his face again. beet red. this time he places it on the table face-down. nope. ]
This is rigged. Why am I getting all the stupid ones?! You know somethin' I don't, don't you ye fuckin' weapon—you're cheating, pickin' all the easy questions. I ain't answering that!
[ Then you lose! ]
And who asked you, meff? I said I'd play a card game, didn't say nothing about getting humiliated in front of some binno that broke his face with a damn bottle.
[ And he almost seems. proud of that? Weirdo. Still, it's not the worst thing he's been called and all things considered it can be taken as a good thing here which is probably why he winds up putting his elbow up on the table and his chin atop his wrist to watch with rapt attention. He's not even sure what he's paying more attention to — the tower, or Del himself. Evidentially he winds up deciding on the latter and while he has the chance, Roche takes the opportunity to truly size him up.
Those ears of his were terribly cute but what really caught his eye were, in fact, his eyes. Roche hasn't seen too many people change into animals in the resort but something about this one feels entirely too natural. He's even about to ask as much when all of a sudden that flush returns and he finds himself jolting upright in surprise for a moment, his own eyes wide and bewildered. A— huh? Weapon? Sure, but—
What the fuck is a binno? And why does hearing this guy pop off sound equal parts terrifying and exciting? Must be the accent.]
I'm not—
[ You know what? Screw the official rules, he has money chips and before the ref can open his mouth again, Roche reaches over and places two fingers atop the card laying face down. ]
I'll play it. As long as one of us answers it ought to be fine, yes? And you can have my next one if you're confident in my ability to pick the easy ones.
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or maybe just: that's nasty.
doubtless the mental image in his head is nothing compared to a real malboro, cooked or otherwise, but either version absolutely rankle his appetite. good thing he already stuffed his gullet full of meat pies before he got to the table!
it's while his gaze is still fixed on Roche's that the card slips free, which is kinda unintentionally badass, especially with that wobble. once it's loose, Del turns it between his fingers to read the question, brow furrowing. ]
"Family, or friends"? What kind of stupid question is that?
[ before recent events, he would've said "family," hands down, the end, no question, no contest, but—well. it's still going to be his answer, but it makes him feel kind of... weird. the way things have been going, the subtle shift in dynamics between himself and everyone else, it really gets him thinking, for a minute... or it would if he didn't give his head a shake as if to clear away the overthink-y thoughts. Del lays that card down with the rest of the ones he's drawn. ]
Family, obviously. Can't choose 'em. They're all you've got when it comes right down to it.
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That's the sort of things only friends get to know. ]
Couldn't they be one in the same? I've known a handful of people who I'd be willing to consider family, though they'd be more akin to brothers and sisters than anything else. Maybe aunts and uncles if they were older, but...
[ Family?? He doesn't know 'em, at least people outside of his father. ]
You've got one, I assume? Any siblings? Cousins?
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[ there's something kind of funny, about the way he says that. funny as in tsundere. he would appreciate not having exactly the sort of second thoughts he's got lurking in the back of his mind clocked right when they've just met, thank you very much! but also, he probably made it obvious. and it's a thing people think, right? people like those stooges they've been traveling with. maybe even people like— ]
Got a brother, that's it. Back... "back home."
[ because this isn't part of where he's from, it's—somewhere else. that's about the long and short of it, and that was enough of a signal to him that he should just avoid the grand design and focus on smaller parts of the picture. like what he has to do to get home, which at every turn is becoming an answer he doesn't like not one bit. ]
He'd be having a hell of a time if he was here, all these shenanigans to get up to... better off back there, though. This place makes my head ache, his'd be worse.
[ must be the noise, if how his ears tilt back is any indicator. ]
Go on, then. Your turn.
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[ Whatever that something was was right this time. It sure beats watching people come to (mostly) playful blows over a bad card game or some bet gone sour, and you know what? Roche would be an even bigger liar if he said this guy wasn't more than a little interesting for half a dozen reasons. His eyes linger on Del's ears for a few moments and though he almost looks like he's poised to ask something, he decides against it with a smile and a shake of his head and reaches for another card instead. ]
Promise you won't laugh at me if it's something embarrassing?
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Del reaches for the drink he'd brought with him the table originally (a screwdriver, the bartender recommended it to him, and he's been making slow work of it thanks to the fact that he said easy on the alc and still wound up with the heavy-handedest drink he's ever had in his life), and is that... a smile? a smirk? a smirle? he's not dour all the time, y'know. ]
No promises, but I'll try.
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[ Alright, deep breaths and count from three, two, one— Fwip! The tower wobbles up top where he'd yoinked the next card from, and after another mental countdown Roche flips it over and stares at it for a few moments. Then, he covers his mouth with one hand and places it face-up.
Have you ever broken a bone? If yes, then follow up with the story! ]
That's awfully vague, isn't it? Pick one or two and we'll go from there, I suppose, but despite everything I've done I still haven't broken my back yet, so think smaller.
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What, I'm supposed to guess? Fine... you look like the sort that's broken their nose, multiple fingers, or their arse. Maybe all of the above. How spot on am I?
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[ And good thing too! He's bruised the hell out of it from a couple rough landings back home but those were nothing a quick Cure couldn't fix — imagine here without access to magic or other fast and easy remedies. Sure, they can mend everything else fairly quick but that's something that'll stick with a guy for life.
Without missing a beat Roche offers his right hand to Del with his palm facing up and there, just on the edge of his thumb is a faint, barely-there scar. ]
Got it caught on the handlebars of my bike when I took a little spill at thirteen. They had to put pins in it and I was technically forbidden from getting back in the saddle until the doctor gave me the all-clear, but I wasn't all that keen on listening. Sometimes it aches just before it starts raining, but I'd say it healed up pretty well. Now, my nose...
[ Yeah, here's the Stupid One and he at least has the decency to look a little abashed— ]
I, uh... broke it three months ago. Shampoo bottle.
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[ saddle? like a horse? or whatever fucked up animals it is that pulls the carts, i can't remember right now?? none of these words match, but Fidelio is capable of stringing the pieces together to get the general gist. some kind of........ riding accident. and for the nose—
:bruh: ]
How d'you break your nose with a shampoo bottle? Someone threw it at your face, like?
[ he hadn't actually intended to reach for Roche's hand, but now he does, if only to shove it the same way you'd shove someone in the shoulder when you're half messing with them and half bullying them. and also because he isn't going to tolerate any funny business when he goes to draw his next card. git outta here. ]
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I nearly fell asleep in the bath and I may have kicked the caddy holding the bottles up into the air. After that, well... you know how gravity likes to pull a fast one over on us.
[ Bam, right in the schnoz. He reaches up to rub the spot on the bridge of his nose where it made contact, his eyes diverting for a moment. ]
It certainly wasn't my finest moment and it's hardly as glorious as breaking it in a fight, but at least nothing worse happened.
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[ should've just lied and said you were in a fight, man, that's what cool guys do. in spite of his wry tone, the ribbing's at least all in good fun. maybe recent times have helped him see a difference between antagonistic (derogatory) and antagonistic (it's a charm point). or maybe it's the extra-strong drink, the atmosphere, something outside of his control? who's to say.
at any rate, it's his turn again and the picks are getting more and more precarious. going for the cards on top is the easiest answer, if not the cheapest. Fidelio falls silent for a few moments, eyes narrowed thoughtfully. picking off the top over and over won't leave him with any escape route if the game starts getting dicey; better to take the risk early, when he's still feeling relatively confident.
right in the middle it is, then. unconsciously, the tip of his tongue pokes between his teeth as he goes in for the two-finger grab again, palm flat, easy now, right between the tips of his little claws, and— several of the cards on top tumble down, but the remainder of the structure stays intact. the ref says it's not a loss, and Del almost forgets about the question on the card while he's grinning about his momentary victory. everything's great until a bystander reminds him. he flips the card over...
and there goes his face again. beet red. this time he places it on the table face-down. nope. ]
This is rigged. Why am I getting all the stupid ones?! You know somethin' I don't, don't you ye fuckin' weapon—you're cheating, pickin' all the easy questions. I ain't answering that!
[ Then you lose! ]
And who asked you, meff? I said I'd play a card game, didn't say nothing about getting humiliated in front of some binno that broke his face with a damn bottle.
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[ And he almost seems. proud of that? Weirdo. Still, it's not the worst thing he's been called and all things considered it can be taken as a good thing here which is probably why he winds up putting his elbow up on the table and his chin atop his wrist to watch with rapt attention. He's not even sure what he's paying more attention to — the tower, or Del himself. Evidentially he winds up deciding on the latter and while he has the chance, Roche takes the opportunity to truly size him up.
Those ears of his were terribly cute but what really caught his eye were, in fact, his eyes. Roche hasn't seen too many people change into animals in the resort but something about this one feels entirely too natural. He's even about to ask as much when all of a sudden that flush returns and he finds himself jolting upright in surprise for a moment, his own eyes wide and bewildered. A— huh? Weapon? Sure, but—
What the fuck is a binno? And why does hearing this guy pop off sound equal parts terrifying and exciting? Must be the accent.]
I'm not—
[ You know what? Screw the official rules, he has
moneychips and before the ref can open his mouth again, Roche reaches over and places two fingers atop the card laying face down. ]I'll play it. As long as one of us answers it ought to be fine, yes? And you can have my next one if you're confident in my ability to pick the easy ones.
[ How bad could this card really be? ]