soulping | hiyo haato

I'm not trying to get you to flatter me, Ohime-sama!

[ her voice sounds kind of funny since her nose has been all pinched up and she's laughing

GUESS WHO ELSE GETS A CUTE NICKNAME ]

[ that is the most ill-fitting nickname you could have chosen, Hiyori. fortunate that she's barely fluent in English. ]

Good, 'cuz you're failing.

[ not at all! because she wanted to make her a princess as a child, and now she gets to. ]

So what do I have to do to impress you, huh?

You're talkin' like you haven't already.

I did? When?

Have ya looked around, kid?

Uhm....

[ looking around now??? ]

Did you bring something with you, Caracal? I don't... see it....

[ pinches her nose again, for good measure. ]

Forget about it. You'll get it later. [ or she won't. either way, no skin off her nose. ] Hot chocolate, you mentioned.

[ for just a moment, there is a feeling like---there's been a missed opportunity, a connection barely missed, an exhalation of tension like stored breath leaving your body, but it is so brief--was it there to begin with? or just your imagination?

either way, hiyori is nudging the second cup of hot chocolate in her direction ]

Here. Have as much as you like!

[ immediately downs half of it. without flinching. ]

This stuff ain't so bad once you get used to it.

[ that's caracal for saying something is good, isn't it? ]

Have you never had it before?

Nah. Starry-Eyes had it made the first day I was here. Ain't like anything back home, though.

What's "back home" like for you?

The whole damn planet's a desert, if that gives you an idea.

Are you from the same world as Vash?

[ b/c that sounds identical--and just how many desert worlds could there be? ]

[ not in quite so many words, but ] That's right.

That explains a lot, then.

And what's that supposed to mean, huh?

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Wow, you sure got touchy about that! You must like him a lot, too, then.

[ flicking her in the forehead ] Sounds to me like you're makin' a lot of assumptions.

[ NOT EVEN PHASED tbh ]

Seems to me I just know what someone who's in love looks like.

[ for a split second, Wolfwood feels something like a sliver in her side. it's cold and insistent, reminding her to think about a girl that got experimented apart, about bulb spattered with gore—a bulb she gets the feeling she'd considered untouchable until then—and a dumbass of the same ilk, somehow, grinning a heartfelt smile despite the hardships Gunsmoke's so hot to put him through.

yeah, could be there's something there, slowly growing through her like a goddamn weed, something she hasn't remembered yet but keeps getting hints of, but it sure as hell ain't the kind of love she's thinking. ]

[ that's not the kinda shit that should be shoved on this cute kid, though. she's just been through hell enough.

ladylike guffaw. ]

You really don't know anything about bein' a priest.

[ oh caracal. you sweet summer child. someday she'll tell you more about the boy she loves ]

Priests can have families and lovers. At least, they can where I come from.

It ain't that simple. Folks like me, we don't stick around in one place for long. Hafta follow the work; [ outlaws razing cities to the ground, leaving a hundred funerals needed in their wake ] not stick around and make a family.

[ she can't even put herself into that equation, it's too idealistic, too hard to believe. ]

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