I know you liked him, ushi. I'm not making fun of you.
[His tone turns softer, reminiscing about what he'd remembered from that time he was between worlds. Between universes, even. It's something that kind of makes you think after awhile.]
A dragon tooth just seems too fragile, you know? If you can just break it in half like that. And hard to get! Memories--you've both got those, right? Two parts of a whole--[he raises both his hand to show 'halves', slowly putting them together.]
That's what keeps you together, and won't break. You can't even lose it.
[Because he doesn't want to do it. Doesn't want to talk about it. Even this little bit is hurtful. If this is what it means to be involved with someone, he really doesn't know if he wants to be again.]
It's hard to get, and that's what makes it worth it. Dragons are important, that makes it worth it too, blah blah fucking blah.
Just cause you don't talk about it...doesn't mean we don't see it.
[He knocks his knuckles against one of the bars overhanging the balcony, turning his gaze to the traffic again. But with a sputter of his lips and an exhale, he decides now's the best time to change the subject.
He'd gotten that last part out, at least--and that was what was important.]
[Eyes harden at that command, instinctively wanting to bite back with a comment. But his fist clenches and he focuses on the second part of the conversation. If Bull wanted to stew in his own problem, fine.
[He'd been on that sidewalk when she'd tried to tell him--or at least, he thought that's what she was trying to tell him. They both started the same way too, in what they tried to lead into a confession. Both of them had failed it.]
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[His tone turns softer, reminiscing about what he'd remembered from that time he was between worlds. Between universes, even. It's something that kind of makes you think after awhile.]
A dragon tooth just seems too fragile, you know? If you can just break it in half like that. And hard to get! Memories--you've both got those, right? Two parts of a whole--[he raises both his hand to show 'halves', slowly putting them together.]
That's what keeps you together, and won't break. You can't even lose it.
Unless you really want to.
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[Because he doesn't want to do it. Doesn't want to talk about it. Even this little bit is hurtful. If this is what it means to be involved with someone, he really doesn't know if he wants to be again.]
It's hard to get, and that's what makes it worth it. Dragons are important, that makes it worth it too, blah blah fucking blah.
Forget I mentioned it.
[Because we're shifting the topic. Now.]
This isn't about me. This is about you and Maya.
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[He knocks his knuckles against one of the bars overhanging the balcony, turning his gaze to the traffic again. But with a sputter of his lips and an exhale, he decides now's the best time to change the subject.
He'd gotten that last part out, at least--and that was what was important.]
Ah, yeah. Mayoi.
[Where does he even begin.]
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[And now they're going to talk about something else. They're going to talk about Maya and pretend he's not lying.]
[Hissrad indeed.]
... you two are serious now, huh? That's what this is about. Or you're wondering if you should be.
She know what you're thinking?
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[A last chide before he changes the subject for good, rubbing the back of his neck.]
I want to ask her out, but I don't know if I can.
Words keep getting caught in my throat.
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[That's all he'll say, too. Leave it at that.]
You've done it before, haven't you? Taken her out, I mean.
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But he's never going to accept Bull as 'fine.' ]
Yeah.
But a date is different than dating.
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[Time to move on.]
Why does it have to be?
You two care about each other. Just go do some shit you like together. Don't think about labels unless you decide you want them.
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[A hand runs through his hair, staring down at the traffic.]
It's what made--it's what made Dipper different for Ken. A date is something you DO.
Dating is something you....I don't know. Experience.
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[He grins sideways at Kaneda. A real one, for the first time since he came out here on the balcony.]
Shit, makes me wish Varric was here... guy writes romances for a living. He'd have you saying ten good things before you could blink.
She seeing anyone else? Or just you?
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[His hand rubs the back of his neck, unsure.]
And she kissed me first.
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That's part of it.
[He leans on his elbows again, studying the street.]
... She doesn't know what to do either. You know that, right?
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[He'd been on that sidewalk when she'd tried to tell him--or at least, he thought that's what she was trying to tell him. They both started the same way too, in what they tried to lead into a confession. Both of them had failed it.]
Doesn't make saying it any easier.
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[He reaches over to clap a heavy hand on Kaneda's shoulder.]
You know it. She knows it. The words'll come out. Probably when you least expect it to.
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[Because he does, and he wants to make sure that's known.]
It's just not easy.
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But if she feels the same about you... do you think she's going to care if you trip up a little? If you don't say it perfect?
Be honest. That's all you need to do.
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I just...can't say it.
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Or is this that whole... needs to be in the heat of the moment stuff?
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I know what to say. But I can't even say it here. It just keeps getting caught.
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That's... about all I know how to do, kid. Never had to do this kind of thing before.
You know if I did have any fucking idea how to do it, you'd be the first to know.
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[His head ducks down, mostly because he wishes that practice could help. Wishes the answer could be that easy.]
Yeah, I'll try it.
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You know I won't name names.
[Because he does feel bad about not being able to help the kid out. He just has less than zero experience with this.]
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[It was hard enough getting Bull up here. He doesn't need more adults involved with this.]
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For what it's worth... Keeping my fingers and shit crossed for you.
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Well, guess it'll buy me dinner or something. And there's nothing wrong with that.
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