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Wh-Whoa! Ngh! Hey! Watch it! What'd I d—

[Darin successfully manages to dodge and weave most of the bottles, though one or two manage to donk impotently off of his head.]

[However, as he dances and dodges around, he plants his foot squarely on one of those nearly full bottles of conditioner, causing the cap to burst off from the pressure.]

[Which, of course, sprays and empties the contents in a full force stream right in Cece's direction with a horribly vulgar PHHHTTTTTBBBBBBBBBBBBBB sound.]

[Also, the sudden explosion of soap makes his footing all the more tenuous. His foot flies out from underneath him and he falls backwards with a crash.]

[tantrum momentarily halted!

even post-crash, Cecelia stands frozen in horror, covered in fancy conditioner chin-to-toe.

after a little hiccup-sniffle, she slowly reanimates, gingerly untying her robe sash and wiggling out of it, trying to avoid getting any more goop on her cute slippers -- which she also slips out of to wind up barefoot in her nightgown.

equally gingerly, she pads over to where Darin lay groaning and just...dumps the ruined robe on his face before marching past him and out to the back yard.]

Augh! Man it's all cold and—

Edited 2020-04-28 18:30 (UTC)

[Sounds of sandwich munching]

...Huh. This organic stuff ain't half bad on a turkey on rye...

...Wait a sec—Cece!!

[And he's up, carefully navigating the mess on the floor to follow her out to the backyard.]

What are you doing? You'll get a cold!

[on the lawn, she's scuffing her heel into the dirt, clearing some weeds out of her way.

with her back to him, hands on her hips:] No, I won't. I'm immune to poison and disease.

Did you bring that robe, by chance? [holding out her hand expectantly.]

...That's handy.

[He stalls for a second, then runs back to get the robe off the floor.]

[He brings it out and holds it out for her to slip on.]

[But then stops and shakes sandwich crumbs out of it before holding it out again.]

...You okay?

[lightly:] No, no I'm not. I'm not okay.

[she snatches the robe when she feels it tickle her fingers. instead of putting it on, she just holds it out over the little dirt spot she's kicked clear and remains stiff and still as it ignites into flames to make its gradual puddle of ash and burnt clumps.]

I'll do something about it, probably. Maybe the right thing to do this time around.

Whoa what was that for! It could have been washed!

Why are you so angry?? Did I wake you up or something??

...Wait, you don't sleep.

[...Bites his tongue about how he thinks that's why she's so cranky.]

[she sighs, rolling her shoulder while keeping her arm out straight, glaring skyward.]

No, I don't sleep. And yes, it could've been washed. But using it again means remembering the stupidity of this moment. I cling enough to my embarrassments as it is, you know?

Maybe I won't be so hurt by your stupidity that way.

...Alright, look, is this about me falling out of contact?

Because there's actually a reason for that, you know.

I'm sure.

Just like there's a reason that instead of...I don't know, knocking and announcing your return...or literally anything else than just stand there and be so utterly out of touch in general as to--!

[she cuts herself off as her temper flares, bristled and frozen in place.

she exhales again, uncurling her fingers and letting the burnt remains drop into the dirt, her hand falling to her side.]

...Never mind. Recent events have my expectations...skewed. So forget it.

"Recent events?"

What recent events?

Well... [she clicks her tongue, looking down while she scrapes some dirt over the ashes.] I spent a week or so tied up in some loser's basement while he and his friends worked very hard to convince me they were nice people before being dragged out to some obnoxious gathering with the expectation that I'd have some precious, elf secret to reveal...

[she turns around, looking past him with a grim expression.]

Somewhere along the way, I came to terms with the notion that nobody would've even noticed I was gone, and that hoping anyone would find me was childish. Harder to do than I thought, really.

You were WHAT?!

[she shrugs, walking past him back into the house.]

My fault for not just setting them on fire at the onset.

Cece...

[He follows.]

You didn't do that because you're better than that...

But...

[There's a whirlwind of questions spinning in his head.]

You...must have been scared...

I guess so! [a hollow laugh in her breath. she bends to pick up her slippers.] Guess so. Having my magic cut off was rough. That was scary.

[moving over to the trash to toss them:] I think I was more frustrated than scared, though.

Your magic was sealed too...?

Gee, what the hell did I miss.

[she looks over her shoulder with a scowl.]

What do you mean by that? You mean you're not already caught up with whatever matters? I mean, considering you were so casually just snacking around...

I literally pulled into port a few hours ago and when I did, reports over the radio came in about a robot attack in Nonah!

I haven't had my comm for close to two months now, so I couldn't get in touch with anyone to find out what was going on, so I rushed to the Porter and headed to Nonah to find out for myself.

I only just got back from that!

[her ear twitches. she starts back into the living room.]

...I mean, that tracks.

[He follows, as is the norm.]

...So no, I haven't been caught up. And I didn't keep in contact because some jerk imPort stowed away on my ship and destroyed my comm.

I know it doesn't make things better or take away the frustration and fear but...

[He trails off.]

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