you've been acting awful tough lately

[reassures]

Date & Time: The 8th, from 12pm - 3pm
Location: Outside town
Characters: Nill and YOU
Summary: Nill promised to meet an anonymous person on the network, and has decided to send smoke signals with cigarettes to find them. Also action spam.
Warnings: None! Will be updated if needed.

[It's a strange day that finds Nill smoking during daylight hours, but one way or another she's found herself doing exactly that. Small promises made and easy modes of identification, she supposes - she'll end up going through half a pack by the end of this, but it's worth it if she can actually manage to help the person she promised to help.

Even so, it's not difficult to tell that it's a strange sight, a blond girl bundled up, sitting on the trunk of a fallen tree beside one of the better-known ways to town, just... smoking. She doesn't appear to be going anywhere, apparently comfortable where she is, though she smiles at anyone that spares her a glance while they're on their way. She'll be there for most of the early afternoon, from noon to about three, and will welcome anyone that feels like sitting with her.

Hopefully it won't decide to snow while she's sitting there. It's cold enough out as it is, and a new layer isn't going to make her stay terribly pleasant.]

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[lazyinlove]

[Why do people always change the subject when you ask them how they are? Stanley shrugs and rolls with it. He's finally doing alright for once, so it's easy to talk about at the moment.]

Good. Got a place to stay now. Borrowed some boots. My toes didn't fall off.

[reassures]

[Is that what he'd meant by "What's good"? What an odd way to put it. Her wings would flutter if they weren't firmly stuffed inside her jacket, flat against her back. Oops. she hadn't meant to avoid the question that time.

At the mention of toes falling off, she casts a glance at his feet, as if tat would confirm his statement. It doesn't, of course, but now she's a little worried that if he does have all his toes currently, it might not last.]

I have a place to stay too. It's really nice there. Are you staying with anyone?

[lazyinlove]

Besides the mice? Yeah. There's a couple who live there. And some more animals.

[reassures]

Are there many mice?

[She offers the cigarette again, though as she does she looks at the pocket the tiny mouse had been placed back into. Well, at least they seem to get along with him instead of biting him.]

[lazyinlove]

I dunno. The Cat gets them sometimes.

[He pats the pocket with the mouse in it absently. It's safe for now.]

[reassures]

[FKDJAH

CAT...

Nill's posture straightens a little, unconsciously. She really is not a fan of cats.]

You have a cat?

[lazyinlove]

Well...

[He doesn't, not exactly. But a cat sort of has him at the moment. Except he can't say that, because it sounds crazy. Almost as crazy as the cat belonging to a squirrel. Which...it does.]

Just a little one.

[reassures]

[Nill has

no idea what to make of that train of thought

for a minute she's pretty sure she catches a tiny glimpse in his head of a squirrel in armor, but for all the stuff Nill has dealt with, that's gotten be one of the strangest.

She probably looks a lot more baffled than she should, given his response was pretty normal.]

Oh. Does it have a name?

[lazyinlove]

Cat.

[He admits, almost sheepishly. People keep saying he needs to name it something. Maybe he really does. He'd meant yo get around to it, but it seems like a big responsibility. What if he gave it a name it didn't like? Or something nerdy that people would laugh at the car for? What if it had a name already and he'd just never asked until it was too late? What if it didn't matter anyway? The cat doesn't seem to mind.]

[reassures]

[Cat the cat. It's not so hard to picture Stan hanging out in a barn with a cat he calls Cat going after mice, and the image alone makes her giggle.]

That's not a bad name.

[lazyinlove]

He seems cool with it.

[Stanley reaches over and plucks the cigarette from Nill's fingers again, taking another draw on it. He glances over at her, wondering if her wings fit inside that coat or what?]

You okay?

[reassures]

[Rude. He should've taken it when she offered it earlier. But she doesn't seem to mind.]

I'm fine. Do I not seem it?

[lazyinlove]

[Hey, who knew it had an expiration date? Usually an offer is an offer. His manners could probably use some work, but he's blissfully unaware of it. And considering Nill thoughtfully for a moment.]

It's cold. Why're you sitting alone outside in the cold?

[That usually means something's up, doesn't it? It would if it were him.]

[reassures]

[For once, it doesn't mean something is up. He seems like he might be concerned about her though, and Nill smiles.]

I promised someone I would meet them here-- but I'm not sure when they'll be here.

[It only really occurs to her now how strange that probably sounds to someone else.]

[lazyinlove]

Should've got a time.

[He absently passes the cigarette back to her and glances around. Nobody in sight.]

[reassures]

[She takes the cigarette back, and takes a drag while she types up her response.]

I told them I would wait from 12pm to 3pm. At least I won't be here all day.

[lazyinlove]

[Three hours is a long fucking time to sit around in the cold. Stan gives Nill a slightly concerned glance, but he only nods. He's not the boss of her. But hopefully whoever she's meeting isn't a douchebag. Hopefully they know to come right away. Before her fingers or feathers or whatever start freezing off.]

Good luck with that.

[reassures]

[Her feathers would probably start freezing tbh, it's part of why she keeps her wings stuffed in the jacket when she's traveling. Or... doing much of anything outside the Dansion these days. It works out a little easier than using any of the Initiative tech, even if it's more uncomfortable.]

Thank you. I don't think I will be out here for too much longer.

[lazyinlove]

It helps if you put your hands between your thighs.

[It also makes you look kind of pervy, unfortunately. But as far as he's concerned it's more important to feel warm than to look normal. Stanley shrugs and gets to his feet, still shivering. He'd like to wait around with Nill and keep her company, but the farmer will kick his ass if he doesn't get back with those supplied before dark this time. And there's still a lot of walking left to o. Ugh.]

[reassures]

[She glances down at her thighs, as if the idea hadn't really occurred to her. She still had a pretty decent chunk of time to wait, so even if it looked a little awkward, it might be worth trying out.

Stan gets to his feet then, and she gets ready to type up a generic "see you later", since it seems like he's ready to go, but then...

She remembers the conversation she'd had with Kate what seems like forever ago, and that Stan was one of the people she had lied to. She makes a gesture for him to wait a moment, and after struggling to find words, finally holds up the tablet again.]

I lied about my age when I told you about it. I'm sorry.

[lazyinlove]

Okay.

[That earns Nill a slight eyebrow quirk, but not any sort of huge reaction. Everyone lies about their age sometimes, it's no big deal. Maybe she had a good reason. Not that he can think of one, honestly. He's not someone that people usually bother lying to like that. But he's not going to throw any stones here, either.]

[reassures]

[The general lack of reaction is a little odd. He doesn't even seem slightly bothered, and the ease with which he takes it in stride is... nice. Really nice. It makes her feel a little worse about it.]

Thank you.

[lazyinlove]

I'm 16. But I'll be 17 in ten days.

[That's a second chance, by the way, Nill. Take it.]

[reassures]

[She seems confused for a fraction of a second, but it passes quickly. Her expression immediately brightens, and she stands, quickly typing again.]

That's great! I could try to make you something, if you'd like.

I'm 20 now, but my birthday isn't until August.

[lazyinlove]

That's what you said before.

[Nill's inability to keep her lies straight notwithstanding, there's something important to be considered here.]

...Something like what? A cake? Or a sandwich?

[Or food of any sort really.]