un: eden — ota

[retributes]

Asking for a friend: say you were killed for the wrong reasons, what would you do? What would be your way of coping?

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[retributes]

[ She sighed. It sounded muffled towards the end, her hand going over her face. ]

Okay, well, then... I guess we’ll just keep sleeping together. Because that’s just how some people cope with their situation. But seriously—and honestly—they aren’t wrong, I agree. We shouldn’t be bumping uglies. What I don’t agree with is that you think you’re not good for me; that’s for me to decide. Yes we do need to work through things but it’s not going to be fixed overnight.

Let’s just figure things out, first. Go from there. Figure out what kind of a “relationship” we really have.

[moderndayassassin]

So wait are we going to keep sleeping together or are we not?

[retributes]

Is that all you really care about right now?

[ She huffed, rolling her eyes heavenwards. Now she was at the inn, the chatter in the background picking up on the feed. She went about picking up some items in the kitchen, wrapped in cloth, and then she was out again and on the move, snow crunching. ]

Just because I agree with them doesn’t mean I’ll heed their advice.

[moderndayassassin]

[He laughs quietly.]

Listen. I may be a nutjob, but we had great sex, and you can't blame me for wanting more great sex.

[retributes]

[ He laughs but she sighs, shaking her head. Of course, she shouldn’t be surprised—she isn’t. She reaches a porch; maybe he’ll notice the steps and creaking wood outside. The feed cuts and she knocks at his door. Knockity knock knock. ]