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[purrtagonist]

[he can't help it-- he laughs, breathy and airy and full of genuine amusement. that's kind of a dorky thing for someone to do, but he totally gets it, anyway. maybe that's because he's also a little dorky]

I think you might need to be a little louder. The world can't hear you over the sounds of those waves.

[yielded]

[ She laughs a little, in tandem with him. ]

I'm not so sure this is my type of activity.

[ But... Oh well. Why not? It's just a single moment, something she's never done before. Stupid for the sake of it. Pyrrha raises her voice, louder now, disruptive to the air and emptiness around her, a fair competition for the crashing waves. ]

World! You're miniscule compared to me!

[ In response, a sudden tumultuous wave breaks high and close, enough to hit her feet and fill her mouth with the spray of seawater, and her laughter rings out even harder. ]

[purrtagonist]

[sometimes? it feels good to let loose like that. to throw off the restrictive chains of good decorum and manners, and just let things be for a little while]

[Akira knows how that feels. that's the essence of Joker, after all]

Whoops. I think you might've made the world a little mad.

[it's a teasing statement, and the flippancy in which he delivers same makes one thing very clear-- who cares?]

[yielded]

[ More likely, it was a burst of dunamis. Regardless, it's a nice idea, and she's not about to discourage it. A hand on her hip, Pyrrha looks a little proud - not that he can see it. ]

That probably means I did it right. Is this how you live your life?

[ She sounds amused by her own question, and a little curious besides. ]

[purrtagonist]

[his answer is earnest, and she probably has never heard him sound more content or comfortable in the few short months they've known each other]

Every single day.

[ah. . .]

It's better that way.

[yielded]

[ He says it with such content conviction, she can't help but be a little charmed.

... Well, it's nice to hear his voice like that.




Pyrrha doesn't think about it beyond that. ]

Maybe when I return, you can share some more wisdom on the matter.

[purrtagonist]

Gladly. Said wisdom is better shared over lunch, though.

[smooth]

[yielded]

[ That wins him another laugh, a brief and charmed thing. ]

Very well. Lunch sounds lovely.

[purrtagonist]

[huh. after hearing it a few times. . . well. she has a very nice laugh]

Any preferences? I've been touring the restaurants of the city myself.

[yielded]

Hmm... I do enjoy Greek.

[ Teehee! ]

And I'm not really that fond of fast food. [ She'll add, ] Truthfully, I'm not that picky.

[ She actually is. For instance, she'll never insist on going to a bakery and if anyone took her to McDonald's, she would politely refuse to eat. ]

[purrtagonist]

Greek. . . I haven't found any restaurants with Greek-like food yet.

[time for him to GO ON A MISSION for the Verens equivalent of Greek food]

Either way, we'll skip the fast food. Those usually don't make good lunch hangout spots, anyway.

[yielded]

Well, in that case... nothing too greasy or heavy?

[ She certainly doesn't want him to stress himself out on this mission (that she actually doesn't know about). As long as the food groups are proportionate and she's not at risk of sullying her muscle mass or her perfect figure, she's happy. ]

[purrtagonist]

Consider that request noted and granted, all at once.

[she's probably wise for making sure to eat so healthy like that. MUCH WISER THAN THIS TEENAGER who stuffs giant burgers into his mouth]