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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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[shortly, and tensing a touch:]

Because there's no place for them.

[...Man, now she's starting to feel bad for him.]

That must get very lonely.

[no, not the l-word. don't use the l-word. the l-word is the epitome of his fucking existence, and he hates that. especially when she says it so matter-of-factly, even if she's attempting compassion in some form. his eyes narrow, expression hardening into something unreadable.]

I wouldn't know.

["friends" is never something he considered as a cure for it.]

[WELL, it's too late! She's decided that he's a douchebag because he's never had any friends. Sorry, Dualscar!]

Would you like to try?

Try?

I am unsure 'a whether it'd be worth it.

There's only one way to find out, isn't there?

[a longer pause this time.]

You may try.

[he's not quite in the mood to make promises he knows he probably won't keep, especially in regards to such to a subject.]

[She can't help but laugh, because he is so ridiculously snobby.]

I'm honored!

[he makes a face slightly more patronizing than his usual expression, because gee wiz it's hard to ignore such blatant mocking.

but hey, this is more progress, all right. if it does come to blossom, however, hope ahri doesn't expect much good to come from a friendship with orphaner dualscar.]

[She... Probably doesn't. But hey, she doesn't really have friends anyway!]

Sooo.

[She scoots a bit closer, her smile much more genuine.]

Tell me about yourself.

[he doesn't mind it, or rather, pretends not to take notice of it. his eyesbrows knit together, the rise and fall of his chest steady. such a benign demand, but still just that. so perhaps a reminder was in order.]

Specifics.

Edited (icon horf) 2012-04-09 23:19 (UTC)

[She'll get you to loosen up somehow, Dualscar!]

You lived underwater, didn't you? What was that like?

[strange question. shouldn't it be obvious? but then he's unsure of what the specifics should be, because, well...]

Salty. [ha ha ha ha look he made a joke???] I wouldn't know, I didn't spend much time there. There were -- are -- more important matters to attend to.

[It's a really, really lame joke, and she's not even sure if he meant to make it, but she laughs anyway because at least he's trying? Also because it was stupid.]

Such as?

[... not sure if genuine laughter... but he's sure he'd rather not add that to his list of things to brood over later, so it passes. because she's not worth it yet, though he will be remunerating over whether she is or not later.]

Remindin' the lowblooded scum 'a what happens when they forget their place.

[-- which is, unfortunately, not a joke.]

[Smile gone, just like that!]

What does that mean?

It means exactly how it sounds.

[his lip curls, revealing jagged teeth. but then he has to remind himself that this isn't someone from his world, someone he would have surely killed by now if only to make things easier on himself. if only these circumstances permitted.]

The caste system must be upheld, with the lesser bein' treated as such.

[And she's reminding herself that she doesn't know anything about his world or his culture, so maybe she should be a little more open-minded. That doesn't mean she can't steer him away from this subject, at least.]

I see. Are you sure you don't want to teach me to swim?

[She'd probably have a hard time staying up anyway, with all those tails.]

[he can do a topic change, sure. but that doesn't stop the anger from lingering in his voice.]

Why?

[She does her best to ignore it.]

Because I'd like to learn. I'm not very good at it.

[She can... Doggy paddle...]

[he will scoff and judge so hard. has he ever taught anyone in his life, probably not. she will be in for a rough time, if she can stand it.

something about 'friendship', right? and friend meaning enemy, and enemy meaning friend and all that. perhaps it wouldn't be as culturally unacceptable as he's liked to think. (but it is.) there's a pause.]

I... suppose.

[He is rewarded with a giant grin!]

Perfect! Are you busy now?

I'm not plannin' on teachin' you right this moment, if that is what you're tryin' to suggest.

Oh? And why not?

[because he feels like he's wasted enough of his precious time today; nevermind the fact that he has nothing better to do. teaching humans how to swim. what next, dualscar. he sits up.]

Another day.

[notice the lack of reasoning supplied.]