foolishwren | 040. Video/Text

_{[Guess who suddenly has a LOT more free time after being forcibly given less hours at the department store? Turns out lying about your age to get a full-time job is only funny as long as you're getting away with it. She's not complaining too much, though. Now that the initial post-poverty 'Oh my god I have to get money immediately so that I am not depending on others to feed me I MUST RECLAIM MY INDEPENDENCE' panic has passed, she's actually remembered why she always hated working long shifts anyway. This meant less time spend in the company of the Psycho Bitchmonster of Despair.]

[The video pops on with her in her room, viciously re-ruffling her hair with one hand to return it to its usual flyaway state after it'd been trapped under that stupid clerk hat all day.]}

'Sup, Johto.

So uh, I had a question, actually.

You know those blue crocodiles? Um-- Totodile, I guess they're called?

What... exactly are they supposed to eat after they've hatched? I mean, I sort of assumed that 'meat' would be on the menu, but 'Zilla here's kind of been eating... well. Everything.

_{[Turning the camera away from her face, she pointed it over to the window where, in a patch of sunlight, a happily-snoozing baby Totodile was curled among the remains of something that had once been one of Heather's boots. A short distance away, the other boot lay carelessly discarded with a large chomp taken out of the heel.]}

Is.... is this normal?

_{And should I be pumping his stomach?}

Text to Liquid

hey Liquid I gotta ask you something

Are you in your room?

regardless I am going to come and knock obnoxiously on the door in maybe ten minutes so BE PREPARED

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_{[By this point, she's already left so he will have to wait in SUSPENSE until she knocks on the door in her usual loud, enthusiastic fashion.]}

[And he will answer the door in his boxers when she does. The sound of a shower running would be in the background-- probably Hal.]

_{[She opens her mouth to speak!]

[:D ....... DB> ....]}

... Okay. Shut the door, put some pants on, and then open it again.

You interrupted me.

[He won't say from what. ~~From putting pants on, obviously~~.]

[The door closed, and a minute or two later it reopened, and Liquid was wearing pants.]

What is it?

_{[A-AND SHE'S NOT GOING TO ASK WHAT.]}

... Okay. Much better.

UM.

So.

_{[Okay, now came the awkward part. How exactly did you ask somebody if they'd mind trying to beat you up every so often?]}

During that whole ... glitched out thing, this guy I know gave me some food for thought. _{[The brief spar with Kisame had been fairly educational and his comment later about whether or not she had any friends who could teach her more about fighting had gotten her to thinking. After all, she did hang around with two so-called supersoldiers...]}

...okay...

[He's still waiting for the point to come around, Heather.]

_{[Shut up she's still rusty at asking other people for help okay.]

[She actually does look a little sheepish when she asks-- kicking at the carpeted floor and rubbing the back of her neck distractedly.]}

Uh... basically I just wanted to know if maybe you wouldn't mind sparring with me every so often.

Y'know... to help keep me from getting rusty?

_{[Because it was just so CONVENIENT having, y'know, a supersoldier friend around to stop you from getting rusty.]}

[She looked like a highschool kid trying to ask a boy out on a date.]

[This was a strange image to reconcile with Heather.]

Oh. [She was asking him to beat her up. Asking.] Sure. That wouldn't be a problem.

_{[In the magical land of Heather Mason, engaging in physical violence with somebody was so much cooler than dumb stuff like dates anyway. Psh, who needed those?]

[But yes, even Heather was still an eighteen-year-old kid under the layers of grunge and cynicism.]

[She perks up when he answers positively.]}

Really? 'Cause, I mean... I won't go easy on you just because you're my friend and stuff.

Don't think that I'll go easy on you.

[Smirk]

Just let me know when you want to start.

Well, I'd be pissed atcha if you did. _{[Because that would imply she couldn't handle it, and she was having none of that.]}

Maybe later today?

You know, if you don't have anything planned.

_{[BECAUSE FOR ALL SHE KNEW HE WAS GOING OUT ON DATES WITH OTACON EVERY NIGHT-- SHE DIDN'T KNOW AND SHE WOULDN'T ASK.]}

[He'd still probably... adjust himself to her skill level. Just to make things fair.]

I'm up for it whenever you are.

_{[... Yeah, that was only fair. No matter how scrappy Heather was or how many monsters she'd killed on guts and instinct alone, she couldn't quite compete with professional training on the level of Liquid's. But it was just sparring, right?]}

How 'bout tonight sometime?

_{[She looked pretty excited, actually. OH BOY, ~*~FIGHTING!~*~]}

Fine with me.

[Of course it was just sparring; he wasn't going to try to hurt her or anything. And if he was able to teach her a thing or two while he was at it, all the better.]

Right! Uh-- so how about sometime after dinner?

.... Maybe somewhere where there's nothing breakable so Hal won't yell at us?

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