discedo | #005 [ACTION]

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#005 [ACTION]

[If anyone's out and about in Discedo, they might be treated to the somewhat eerie sight of Gin skulking about in his ever-present long black, crow-like trench coat and matching fedora. His hair isn't let loose today, gathered and hidden underneath his coat. He looks mildly less threatening today, in as much as a shady man constantly followed by ominously cawing birds can look nonthreatening, as he carried a lumpy bundle of cloth (on closer inspection, it might be made up of a pair of shirts) that clattered and tinkled with a metallic sound as he walked. Judging by the place he emerged from, it can be assumed that the sound was caused by him lumping together so many tins of canned food into his makeshift bag.

He looks almost as unfriendly as ever, unsmiling and perpetually glaring, only every now and then, his glare falters and he reaches up to angrily knuckle his eyes.

Instead of heading back to Dissimulo as quickly as he normally did after acquiring what he needed, he milled about, walking aimlessly through the street.

Care to approach?]

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[ He can stumble to the slightly run-down couch later if he can make it. Once he can see a little again, that is. Even if she stays relatively close to him, she's going to squat down for a moment to pet the cat which just walked over. ]

Mainly the latter. She's a general troublemaker, so just make sure she stays inside instead of becoming monster food. And that she stays away from my communicator, but you already noticed that one. [ she sighs at the cat. ]

[He can hear the cat hop down and pad over, at least, so he'll look in the direction of the sound. That makes Ange moving down easier to anticipate too.]

Sounds easy enough.

[Anything's got to be easier than taking care of Lt. Enil at age less-than-four. Cats don't climb on your back to tug on your hair and fiendishly demand that you "giddy up, horsie!" so by virtue of that alone, Gin decides they're far easier to deal with.]

Don't get too comfortable. She'll walk all over you.

[ Whether she's serious or just exaggerating it is very difficult to tell with her deadpan tone. ]

But I guess a guy like you should be able to handle it.

Your guess is right.

[In a place like this, he'll opt to take the warning seriously just in case.]

... [ She glances at him. ]

Feeling okay enough to get over to the couch or whatever yet or not? You can just stand there all day too if you feel like it, not like I care either way.

[He responds stiffly;] I'll go when I feel like it.

[Translation: I'm waiting for you to go pay attention to something else, so I can attempt making my way over to the couch without fear of embarrassing myself further in the process. I do believe my pride has taken enough of a beating.]

Maybe I'll be more inclined to believe you don't care if you didn't feel the need to say it so often. It makes you sound aggravatingly insecure. [~~Translation: I am an ungrateful jerk, incapable of civil conversation, no one will blame you if you kick me out. Also, you are unconvincing.~~]

[ It's a wonder she didn't kick him out, really. Maybe she's just a masochist. The more likely explanation is that after years of verbal abuse, she's just stopped caring about minor stuff like this. With a sigh she walks over to the bed and lets herself drop down on that instead, the cat following her. ]

Well, sorry for helping you out. [ it's clearly sarcastic, but not in any sharp or biting way - more just dull, disinterested. ]

[Aaaand there goes his guide to the world. Good going, Gin.

He tries to make his way, quickly finding no better solution but to awkwardly feel things out until he finds a place to sit, his wobbling legs threatening to collapse under him at any moment. Well, he certainly deserves this.

When he hears her speak again, he realizes she was still paying attention to him. Well, that was unfortunate... fine, it doesn't matter, his pride is worthless at this point; he'll carry on clumsily trying to find his way around.

It's really none of his business, but the flat delivery of her response surprises him.]

... you should stand up for yourself a bit more. It'd do you a lot more good than empty threats.

[ At least Ange doesn't seem outwardly like she's judging him over his awkward clumsy moving around, she just has her usual pokerface on. She's still watching him though, yup, even if the cat's trying to demand her attention. ]

I don't see why. I don't care either way, after all, and even so standing up for yourself is usually just bothersome.

[Again with that unconvincing line about not caring. She's starting to sound like a broken record...

He's grateful for the absence of mocking comments, at least. He'll fall onto the couch, seemingly with no intent of getting back up anytime soon.]

So, the cat answers to Bern, right?

Bern, Bern-chan, you might even try 'hey creature' but I don't know if she'll take so kindly to that.

[ Not like she got to pick the name - even if it's pretty ironic in hindsight. ]

[He won't pick up on the irony, but that sounded reasonable enough.]

Bern, it is, then. [As if he would call someone with the "chan" suffix.

Assuming she's still near Ange, he'll look in the direction of her voice and attempt calling the cat:] Bern. There's no screen in the way, this time around.

[If she still wants someone to pet her, that is. He doesn't know if she'd be interested with Ange still there, but he doesn't see the harm in trying.]

[ The cat was just lying around on the bed demanding pets from Ange.. but hey, if she can try to get pats from someone who's a little less passive she's all for it, so she nimbly jumps off the bed and patters off to the couch instead. There's little reaction from Ange, she just keeps lying there.

Bern-chan quickly jumps up the side of the couch and then immediately on top of the man. What do you mean, too direct, she doesn't care. She just wants pets. ]

[He prefers the cat's directness to her owner's passivity, really. He smirks and reaches out to pet her.]

Good girl.

[ The cat happily purrs at the attention she's given, just moving to nicely settle down and lie there on top of him. Yup, this is the life. ]

... You like her? [ at least Ange's speaking up again. ]

Heh. [The cat's reactions are amusing him, so he'll provide her with affection for as long she continues to be a source of entertainment. Ange might be the only person he's met here who's less talkative than he is, so he makes sure to respond:]

She makes better company than most people here. [He'll bite the finger of one of his ever-present gloves and tug it off. Then, he'll find her ears and try scratching at the base.]

... I guess you could say that, yeah. [ At least she relunctantly admits it - Ange isn't the most social person out there, after all. But she never admits she does like the cat's company either.

And apparently that hits the spot for the cat, since she's stretching comfortably and purring more. ]

[He hasn't known her long enough to realize just how uncharacteristic this is.] Haven't met anyone else interesting since coming here? You've been here for quite a while...

[How about a scratch under the chin for the cat?]

A few people. Although I'm not sure 'interesting' would be the right word for it, but I suppose it's more that I just don't mind dealing with them. And that's already more than I can say about most people.

[ Bern-chan will just happily lean into the scratching there while Ange's turned on her back on the bed now, fully awake (she's not even tired, more like just lazing around as she's thinking) but staring at the ceiling. ]

Really? That's a shame.

[He tries scooping up the large cat, looking for a reaction.]

[ The cat seems okay with it for now, but she's still a little wary - and eyeing him that way.. stranger danger despite the pets and all, after all. ]

A shame? You're not going to tell me you truly care that much about whether I know interesting people or not, right?

You seem like a nice enough girl, so it's a shame.

["Care" is too strong a word, perhaps, but he is mildly surprised.

After raising the cat for a bit, he brings her back down to rest on his legs.]

[ The cat paws a little at him once she's raised, but after that Bern-chan will lie down again - she might even fall asleep like that for a bit. ]

.. A 'nice enough girl'? Compared to popular opinion you're completely delusional, apparently.

[Well, if Bern-chan decides it's a suitable time to doze off, he'll let her be.]

You think so? [He sounds amused.] Never put much stock in popular opinion anyway.

[ Even while lying down, she seems to make some vague attempt of sorts to shrug. ]

I've had so many insults being thrown at me by now that it's almost weird to hear someone say 'nice'. Like it can't even be true anymore either way.

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