[ ... Styx is beginning to regret his half-hearted promise to teach Mary how best to not die, and his lesson hasn't even begun in earnest yet. But hey, what's one more regret to add onto the pile? ]
Okay, just- first things first. How good are you at hiding, and how fast can you think on your feet?
[ The goblin draws a dagger and flips it into his hand, displaying it hilt-first. ]
'Cause if I can't teach you to be stealthy- like, real fuckin' stealthy- then I might as well skip right into the lessons on gutting people.
[ ... actually, she is, so long as she doesn't trip and hit someone on the back of the head with anything, so please don't teach her how to kill a man just yet. ]
I- alright, fine, I'll give you that. You wouldn't be standing here if you weren't okay at it.
[ He flips the dagger back and tucks it out of sight. Not that that gets her TOTALLY off the hook- murder's still on the syllabus! Just not right now. Styx glances around the common room- it's not well lit, and there's no small amount of dusty furniture lying around. Not a bad spot for a course in Hiding 101. ]
Now how 'bout the thinking-fast part? Imagine this- you got two bloodthirsty knights coming around the corner, they'll all over your scrawny ass in five seconds, where're you gonna hide, five, four, three, two-
[ ... honestly, Styx isn't sure whether to be impressed or dismayed. ]
Jeez, kid, you don't waste any damn time, do you?
[ The goblin strolls to the other side of the couch and stoops down, trying to make eye contact with her. ]
Right then. Can't fault your speed, 'cause you lit right under there like a cat on fire. Now here's the real test: can you sneak out of there quickly and quietly?
[ Here's a not very hyperactive person chilling on a bench-- and from the looks of it, sketching squirrels. Or trying to, because they keep scampering away after a few seconds. ]
[..... Well. He is kind of gullible but he's not that gullible.
Also he's too honest to go about it this way, so instead--]
Ah, no. [Ruining his own attempts here, the Kuroh way.] Tsukikage Yuri, I must admit that I was simply thinking of continuing the tradition as it stands, though I do not believe in the superstitions myself.
[He just wants to kiss her under the mistletoe...okay]
[Is Shinnosuke old enough to drink? Nope. He got into this bar via a fake ID, though he's not stupid enough to be wearing his school uniform, at least; otherwise, they didn't seem to care that, well, he still looks a little young to be here.
Is he even drinking? Also nope. He bought a drink so that he doesn't appear suspiciously out of place (and there's no way he'd be on the dance floor, thank you), but he has no intention of ingesting any alcohol. Remaining sober is rather appealing, frankly.
Really, he's just here for some news or juicy bits of gossip relevant to his interests, whether from the bartender or some loose-lipped drunks. Also, partly to popcorn.gif at the scene.]
... What a bunch of trash.
[There's something amusingly disgusting about watching people at a bar.]
[ .... Well. That's definitely straightforward enough, and Yuri sort of-- clears her throat, a tad awkwardly, and tucks a long strand of hair behind her ear (also awkwardly). ]
I-if that's what-- no, I think I'd also like that.
[ Or are "they" still in the room, because this is very important. Of course, logically, Mary could just petrify them and bolt, but then they'd know she was there in the first place. ]
If you're looking for the classiest of the classy, there's a pet store next door with a bunch of cats who might be long-lost relatives of yours.
[ He's got that disinterested stare/sneer combo down pat. Jusis might actually be proud.
As for Sara, she seems to fit right into this scene full of trashy people, but there's a certain sharpness to her gaze for how blithely she speaks to him. ]
[Well then. That's pretty steadfast and definitive indeed, which means he has to do the same, right?
He pauses only a moment--and then he leans in to gently tuck her hair behind her ear for her as well, straightening and tidying, and then that hand slips down to cup her cheek.
She said she'd also like that, and... they've been admittedly doing this strange but heartwarming dating thing for some time now, so this is...fine, right?
(Kuroh doesn't have the time to ask Ichigen-sama, it'd ruin the moment, even he knows that much.)
Instead, he leans in, watching her for any signs that she really isn't okay with this--but she gives him none, steadfast as she is and can be, and so he continues, and gently presses his lips to hers.]
... shit, you don't do these hypothetical thought exercises halfway, huh.
[ That's totally not grudging admiration in his voice or anything! Styx isn't used to people actually listening to him without giving him any snide, sarcastic backtalk, that's all. ]
Nah, they're- okay, how about this. One peels off, just in case you went further down the hall. The other starts poking around...
[ He takes a moment to get his brain back into running through "their" movements, pulling from his own experiences. ]
... doing a circuit of the room. His back's to you, kid, but he's checking behind the curtains and under the table over there. What'll you do if he starts moving toward the couch?
[The park is objectively the best place to chill after work, Makoto agrees. And would you look at that, some girl is drawing the scenery. She seems really into it, too, which is really cute, but the squirrels are apparently giving her some trouble. Well, this looks like a job for everyone's favorite spy!]
STOP RIGHT THERE!!
[The beastkin girl's loud entrance (unsurprisingly) startles the squirrels, which scamper off to a nearby tree as fast as their little paws can take them. Not exactly a perfect result, nor an intended one, but they'll get there. Makoto sure doesn't look discouraged, that's for sure.]
You! [She points at the girl, though it's not exactly accusatory or anything. In fact, the enthusiastic twitching of her ears shows that she's pretty excited.] You gotta do it with more feeling! More heart! More OOMPH! You wouldn't stand still if someone was throwing sandwiches at you, right?
[There is some, er, logic to be found there. Probably.]
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