Intro Overflow: May

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Intro Log: May, Overflow

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[guillotine]

A little.

[ This is the first smile she's packed any kind of sincerity behind all day. It's quiet and totally devoid of the casual malice that led her to tease him in the first place. Now that Nel's had a minute or two of frustrating somebody else, her own anxiety has waned.

She's not a very nice lady, wow. ]

For what it's worth, I hope you manage a good night's sleep. I can imagine not being under your own roof will give you some grief on top of what else has come to pass.

[sullenstallion]

Compared to 'what else has come to pass,' sleeping in a different bed doesn't even compare. It's all too...weird.

[He lifts his hand and waves it vaguely, dismissively. Being expressive with his words and thoughts isn't a talent that Dylas has, so he has to settle on the word 'weird' and hope that it'll suffice. Talking about it does point out that he's being a little hypocritical, though—at least to his own eyes. If sleeping in a strange bed isn't a big deal to him, why does he care so much about this stupid bed? His eyes narrow and the permanent scowl etched on his face suggest he's about to say something rude again, but instead he stands, grabbing the fishing pole and bag he'd set down next to him in the same fluid motion.]

If you're going to make such a big deal out of this, just take the damn thing. [She. Didn't make a big deal out of it. He did. But you know, he's going to say that she did just to make this easier.] I wasn't ready to settle in for the night anyways.

[guillotine]

[ A blink which isn't slow, indolent, or otherwise deliberate pairs with her sincere surprise at this turn of his mood. But Nel is the one who's supposed to leave him here, with the bed. What to do?

Pretend to graciously accept, so that he feels to have made amends? Magnanimously insist he take it after all? ]

I couldn't possibly force you out of here. No, you're free to return and claim it once you've done some...

... fishing?

[sullenstallion]

It's too dark to go fishing.

[He could take a lantern, feasibly. It's not impossible. Still, as he says it, it sounds less like he's correcting Nel and more like he's actually sad he can't go fishing right now. It's not as good when you can't see into the water.]

I'll come back for it in the morning. Don't make a big mess in here.

[He's absolutely lying? He's not going to sleep in a bed someone else just did, that's lewd.]

[guillotine]

[ Nel disguises the next smile that threatens to show up with a delicate clearing of her throat, which she rubs, as if something she ate disagrees with her.

Since Dylas can easily see her inching towards the door of these modest quarters, she puts on a hint of an awkward shuffle. Non-threatening, not rushing, not slippery. ]

I heard there's a missing cat, actually. I may not return for months.

[sullenstallion]

Huh. Wouldn't that be a shame, not seeing you for months?

[She might not think she's threatening Dylas with that little shuffle of hers, but he certainly feels threatened. He's already made up his mind to be the one to leave, so if she leaves, that means he's lost, and he's a little too competitive for that.

So he stumbles to the door quickly, almost dropping his rod in the process. It might even swing haphazardly in Nel's direction, but surely she's fast enough to not get hit?]

See you in a few months, then. Or longer.

[guillotine]

[ Sidestepping, Nel could chuckle. What she does is exhale lightly through her nose and hide her mouth behind the comfortable shadow of a scarf. ]

As you say. Farewell, then.