[CLOSED] for better or for worse

[lexiconning]

Date & Time: Nov 21st
Location: Unit 186
Characters: Loki & Syllona
Summary: One post-mutineer is crying like a crybaby and a certain roomie is HERE TO HELP(?)
Warnings: probs none


[ Syllona hates crying. It doesn't solve anything, especially any of the mess she's gotten herself into recently. There's finally nothing she can do to hold it all back, keening into her pillow softly at night, sobbing and replaying in her head everything that's happened. She doesn't regret the mutiny, not even a little, but it's caused so many new troubles...

She huffs, thumping her head against the wall with a thunk. ]

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[badnewsboy]

[okay, something simply must be done! there was weeping into the night, and the walls were thin, so even as he distracted himself with the network and the Apps that he had so cleverly procured from a variety of sources. he was flipping through a few pictures of cats that he had saved from the network when it starts again.

the sobbing.

Loki frowns, his finger outstretched toward the screen of his phone before he tucks it away and heads to her door. does someone care about boundaries? no, because he's already peeking through the door.]

This is an awful lot of boo-hooing. I'm sure each of the Nine Realms have heard you by now.

[lexiconning]

[ She jumps, blinking wide-eyed and taken by surprise. It's not exactly surprising he heard her, but did he really just barge in? A furious rub at her eyes and then there's a pillow sailing through the air at the door. ]

Oh-oh! W-what do you know? Just go away.

[ And it's right back to curling further into the corner of her bed she's chosen to hole herself up in, arms covering her face from the embarrassment. ]

[badnewsboy]

[so when she says "go away" he slides right in.]

You can't expect me to leave you in such a state. I would be a very bad lodging buddy.

[so he hops up and sits cross-legged on the bed, peering down at her face.]

We could do something fun! To get your mind off of things!

[lexiconning]

[ One eye peeks out from over her arm, glaring and tear-stained. He's so rude but getting angry about it is too much work right now. She sobs again, muffling her words. ]

Loki, you can't just--just come in here! It's my room, you know that. I don't... [ A little hesitation. ] I don't want to do anything.

[badnewsboy]

[he's a bit used to that look, and also to being rude. it's not even apparent that he knows he's being rude (he does), so much in that he doesn't care (he doesn't). there she goes again, sniffling. all and all he doesn't seem to judge the tears, as he's had plenty, himself.]

You simply wish to sit here and feel terrible? Come, you've worked your penance off for—[he's looking at the back of his wrist like there's a watch there (there isn't).]—at least a few hours of entertainment.

[lexiconning]

[ Its the lack of obvious judgement that coaxes her out of that miserable posture. Well, that and to properly squint at his wrist staring-- something she'd be unfamiliar with even with a real watch involved. ]

You're rediculous. [ But, this time, no bite behind it. If anything, it may as well have been 'Fine, you win.' the way it ends in a sigh. She scoots herself to the edge of the bed, wiping her face again for a few seconds of composure. ] ...what would we even do?

[badnewsboy]

[he shakes his wrist and leans back on his hands as she moves, watching with a faint sense of victory. he seemed to all have ignored the whole bit about him being something something ridiculous something something.

he turns and puts his feet on the floor, bouncing to his feet. he turns dramatically and holds up a finger.]

Yes, well, I hadn't thought that far ahead yet.

[lexiconning]

Right. Of course.

[ Her own stand is much slower, just straightening her clothes and getting the last of the tears off. Loki has so much energy it's a wonder where he keeps it all, she thinks, though it could just be a lingering grumpy thought over the whole intrusion.

Speaking of which, the door out is exactly where she heads, holding it open for him with a thoughtful glance away. ]

Um, I don't know. I'm not so good with coming up with fun ideas. Reading and walks, that's what I've been doing.

[badnewsboy]

[and he rubs off! that's good! he perks up and follows her out, letting the door close behind them. there's a bit of self-satisfaction that comes with all this, but he doesn't show it off that much. he sort of begins diving himself into the thought of what exactly they could do for fun.]

While reading and walking have their merits, I believe they can be as easily achieved alone as they are together. Have you a deck of cards of play? I have an idea!