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Characters: Ahri and Dualscar!
Setting: Spring floor!
Format: Action
Summary: Um.... I have no idea where this is going to go.
Warnings: SEE ABOVE?

[Ahri has adapted pretty well to the tower, all things considered. There are floors she's determined to avoid and the computers still confuse the hell out of her, but she's pretty resilient.

This floor is her favorite for obvious reasons. As much as she longs to be human, nature is still very calming to her. She knows exactly how things go here and there aren't many things that confuse or surprise her. At the moment she's sitting under a tree, tails curled up lazily in her tails.]

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[Apparently...]

What are you doing?

Nothin', 'sides waitin' to be invited to join you.

[scoffs, as if this was obvious the most obvious thing in the world, she's rude for making him stand for so long, using weapons in seemingly harmless manners were a normal thing to do, and how could she not want his company.

if no, he'll think of a different approach. namely: none at all.]

[THERE IS THE LONGEST. SILENCE.

Then she scoots over. That's all he's getting.]

[oh how nice of her, though by his expression you'd think otherwise. perhaps dualscar thinks himself doing her a favor, of sorts, though wouldn't bother with that in the first place if he wasn't.. curious, about her.

he takes his place next to her, setting his gun down at his side farthest from her. and because he's not excellent at conversation, besides that of making derogatory remarks towards anyone kind enough to give him the time of day, he remains quiet.]

[God he's so obnoxious. She starts pulling little bits of grass out of the ground, tails flicking in slight irritation.]

There are a lot of trolls here.

There are.

[and dualscar takes note of those actions; irritation, surely, but perhaps apprehension as well? at least for the latter, it's as it should be. he lays back, carelessly, placing a hand behind his head. he'd usually be asleep during this time, having seen little reason to adjust his schedule to something uncomfortable for him. but sleep is one of the last things on his mind at the moment, it's almost something of a challenge.

attack him while he's down. see what happens.]

Which others have you met?

[She's not going to because she's too classy for that.]

Only the Summoner formally. I've seen others in passing, though.

[dualscar's expression sours at the mention of the name, though he holds his tongue for the moment. look at him, actually thinking before speaking in case he accidentally happens to offend someone. ridiculous. but the insults remain readied, oh yes they do.]

Is that so? An' what was your opinion 'a him?

[he doesn't care what she thinks, in actuality, as it's all really rather selfish.]

[She's so, so tempted to say her opinion of him is much higher than her opinion of Dualscar, but she stays polite.]

He was very nice, and incredibly helpful.

I see.

[in other words, weak and easily exploited. having been studying her out of the corner of his eye, he switches his gaze to the sky. a sky so different from the one he's accustomed to.

he makes no further comment, finding the discussion of such trolls distasteful. and to be honest, he rather preferred silence.]

[She stays silent for a bit as well, watching him out of the corner of her eye. After a moment or so, she finally decides to try to strike up a conversation again.]

Do you have a favorite floor?

I wouldn't use "favorite".

[because, honestly. there aren't any he would willingly waste his time on here, if he had the choice.]

But floor ten is the least... objectionable.

[She smiles a little. Man, is he always negative?]

Would you be so kind as to remind me which floor that is, again?

[there is nothing good in his life. there is nothing good in ANYONE'S life. maybe that's why he thinks them all so expendable.]

It houses an aquarium.

[Wow crawling in my skin tbh.]

I should have guessed! I'm not much of a swimmer, unfortunately.

[it's worse than that. these oranges will not peel, etc.]

You can always learn.

[the 'but will never be as good as someone born into it,' is implied.]

[She rolls her eyes.]

Is that an offer?

'Course not.

[entertaining thoughts of fucking aliens? fine. but teaching them how to swim? unthinkable.]

[Now she's just... Sort of raising her eyebrows at him...]

[yep pretty much returning that look evenly.

what.]

[Sigh!!!]

You're not very good at this, are you?

[wow rude? he'll break eye contact now, to look back at the sky.]

What?

Making friends.

[SHE'S TRYING REALLY HARD!!!]

[pause.]

"Friends" are not somethin' thought of as... highly, in my society. They've very little purpose, if any.

Really?

[She tilts her head.]

Why's that?