[ She tips her head his way to acknowledge the returned— condolences, or whatever you want to call them. Not like there’s a neat word for this situation. ]
Y’want me to pinky swear it?
[ The grin that she flashes him could definitely be described as shit-eating. Hey, she’s still a shit, they both know this. She’ll fill the gap of whatever was gonna come out of his mouth with something else joking. But it settles into something a little less cheeky, after a second. ]
Nah, you’re not gonna get rid of me that easy. Don’t think the universe would let either of us get off that scot-free anyway.
[ it'd be weird if she wasn't at least a bit of a shit about it. he rolls his eyes, but not out of genuine irritation, turning away again to look back up at the stars overhead. ]
Yeah?
What kind of fucked up shit do you think it'll try and pull on us next? I swear I've seen the fucking lot, by now.
Guess all we can do is take the sex-obsessed dystopia day by day and see if any dead people might show up or not.
[ while wash is still very stubborn, about he is slowly starting to resign himself to the idea that he apparently is well and truly stuck in the sex city. ]
Yep. Day by fuckin' day. Contract by fuckin' contract. This is our lives now.
[ South's given up on the idea of ever getting home in any way that doesn't end in her face-to-face with a Wash that still hates her and a pistol, and yet accepting the permanence of this place has only gotten harder since North vanished. It's so damned hard to imagine being without him forever. It's so damned hard to imagine a forever, at all. ]
not me saying i wanted to finish this cleanly and then PROMPTLY FORGETTING
[ but maybe that's just. what it is. he's done a lot less than he could have to settle in here -- and in some ways, a lot less than he should have. stubbornness. refusing to think that this really is what things are. the idea that somehow there was a way out. and he wants to ask, starts to ask if she thinks they're stuck here, if this is all there is, but.
wash has something to go back to. south -- kind of does, but it might be going back to a bullet from the end of his pistol, depending on what going back entails. and north, and york, well. ]
-- But I guess that might be what it is. [ a sigh, rubbing his hand over his face. slowly, he pushes himself upright, taking a few moments to stretch himself out a little before he turns around and offers a hand to help her up. ] Come on. We've been out here a while.
[ But it is what it is even if she hates it. She’ll always resent the universe for dragging her away from the one chance to go home and not face a damn bullet, the chance to go home and live with Wash and Carolina and their weirdo friends, but she can’t do fuck shit about it.
She’ll live. She has some people here, at least, even now. Ducky and apparently Wash, mostly, but it’s— it’s something. It’s being alive and not totally alone. ]
But here we fuckin’ are.
[ She takes the hand when it’s offered, after only the slightest moment of instinctual hesitation. Stretches her arms above her head after she’s on her feet and leans against the wall for a moment to test her leg, but she’s fine, now. They’ve been sat down long enough it doesn’t hurt anymore. ]
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[ She tips her head his way to acknowledge the returned— condolences, or whatever you want to call them. Not like there’s a neat word for this situation. ]
Y’want me to pinky swear it?
[ The grin that she flashes him could definitely be described as shit-eating. Hey, she’s still a shit, they both know this. She’ll fill the gap of whatever was gonna come out of his mouth with something else joking. But it settles into something a little less cheeky, after a second. ]
Nah, you’re not gonna get rid of me that easy. Don’t think the universe would let either of us get off that scot-free anyway.
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Yeah?
What kind of fucked up shit do you think it'll try and pull on us next? I swear I've seen the fucking lot, by now.
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Dude, we’re stuck in a sex-obsessed dystopia, do you really wanna ask that question? There is just so fucking much. Literally so fucking much.
[ She’s joking but also is she. Is she. Is she. ]
And anyway beware the power of jinxing shit. There are absolutely more awkward dead people that could turn up without even dipping into the same pool.
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Point taken.
Guess all we can do is take the sex-obsessed dystopia day by day and see if any dead people might show up or not.
[ while wash is still very stubborn, about he is slowly starting to resign himself to the idea that he apparently is well and truly stuck in the sex city. ]
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Yep. Day by fuckin' day. Contract by fuckin' contract. This is our lives now.
[ South's given up on the idea of ever getting home in any way that doesn't end in her face-to-face with a Wash that still hates her and a pistol, and yet accepting the permanence of this place has only gotten harder since North vanished. It's so damned hard to imagine being without him forever. It's so damned hard to imagine a forever, at all. ]
not me saying i wanted to finish this cleanly and then PROMPTLY FORGETTING
[ but maybe that's just. what it is. he's done a lot less than he could have to settle in here -- and in some ways, a lot less than he should have. stubbornness. refusing to think that this really is what things are. the idea that somehow there was a way out. and he wants to ask, starts to ask if she thinks they're stuck here, if this is all there is, but.
wash has something to go back to. south -- kind of does, but it might be going back to a bullet from the end of his pistol, depending on what going back entails. and north, and york, well. ]
-- But I guess that might be what it is. [ a sigh, rubbing his hand over his face. slowly, he pushes himself upright, taking a few moments to stretch himself out a little before he turns around and offers a hand to help her up. ] Come on. We've been out here a while.
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Yeah. You and me both.
[ But it is what it is even if she hates it. She’ll always resent the universe for dragging her away from the one chance to go home and not face a damn bullet, the chance to go home and live with Wash and Carolina and their weirdo friends, but she can’t do fuck shit about it.
She’ll live. She has some people here, at least, even now. Ducky and apparently Wash, mostly, but it’s— it’s something. It’s being alive and not totally alone. ]
But here we fuckin’ are.
[ She takes the hand when it’s offered, after only the slightest moment of instinctual hesitation. Stretches her arms above her head after she’s on her feet and leans against the wall for a moment to test her leg, but she’s fine, now. They’ve been sat down long enough it doesn’t hurt anymore. ]
…thanks.