phaselocknroll | IC CONTACT ✴ Haven RPG

[ This is not what she had planned when they left her house earlier. She sighs, relaxing by degrees. ]

You okay?

[ He nods, still trying to catch his breath. Funny how doing nothing but stand there and not get killed can really take a lot out of you, isn't it? ]

Yeah, think I'm good. Pretty sure I didn't get punctured. You?

I'm all right.

[ She gives the Flame of the Firehawk an affectionate pat ] I'm not sure who decided what we get to keep when we show up here, but thank whoever they are that I got to keep a shield.

[ He laughs breathlessly. ]

We'll throw it a parade. Lots of confetti and ticker-tape.

[ He inhales deeply, exhales loudly, then straightens up a little. ]

I, uh. [ He clears his throat. ] Thanks again for the save. Would've been skewered if you hadn't grabbed me.

Wow, two thank you's in one day. Are you going to be all right?

Nah. After this, I'm probably gonna crawl under a really big rock and implode from the impossibleness of it all.

[ After a second, he glances down at their arms, still hooked together, and he voice takes on a wry sort of edge. ]

Mind if I have this back now?

Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.

[ She ain't even embarrassed, Peter. She just. Lets go. ]

[ He smirks behind his mask. ]

No worries. In my experience? It's pretty difficult for men and women alike to keep their hands off me. [ He shrugs then keeps moving forward. ] Can't blame you for a minor slip up.

I'm not sure what you're thinking exactly, but I'm pretty sure you're wrong.

[ He glances at her over his shoulder. ]

If you're not sure what I'm talking about, how can you know I'm wrong?

If it has something to do with my being attracted to you, then you're wrong.

[ If he had a free hand to splay across his chest, he'd be doing that. As it is, he just sucks in a breath between his teeth. ]

Oh. First the thresher, then the attack from the gorgeous Siren.

I'm taking one hell of a beating today.

... I'm sorry, what did you call me?

[ er, whoops? ]

-- You're called a Siren, right? Or have I seriously been getting that wrong this whole time, and you're only now noticing.

What? No, no, that part's right. I meant the part before that.

Oh, what, the gorgeous part?

Uh, yeah. That part. For a second there I thought I heard you wrong.

[ If she could see it, she would notice that he's sort of. Blinking at her. As it is, the blank face of his mask will have to do to show his confusion. ]

Why? Used to more lavish praise or something?

More like... no praise, I guess?

[ A longish pause, and maybe this isn't a conversation they should be having in a tunnel filled with monsters, but-- ]

You're kidding, right? Like, you seriously don't know that you're really fucking hot?

I guess it never really comes up? I don't know, it's just surprising to hear.

Man, what is it with this place? You're, like, the second person who didn't realize they were smokin'.

I mean, it's seriously a tragedy. [ yes, this is what's important in a post-apocalyptic town filled with unspeakable horrors. ]

Well, just so you know. Ten out of ten. [ He doesn't say it flirtatiously, strangely enough. He just says it as a fact. Like how Columbus sailed the ocean blue in fourteen-hundred-ninety-two. Or how there are fifty states in the good ol' U S of A. ]

[ It's probably the way that he states it like a fact that makes a hint of color rise to her cheeks ]

I, uh. Thanks. I think.

[ He shrugs a shoulder as he continues forward. ]

Hey, don't thank me. Thank genetics. I just call it as I see it.

[ She kind of awkwardly clears her throat. ]

Can we talk about something else?

[ Or just hope really hard that something tries to kill them? The thresher probably cleared a decent portion of the tunnels ]

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