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[blastiafreak]

So Estelle's really...gone for good.

::private to Tyr::

Hey, tell me what happened. You did it, right?

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[blastiafreak]

[It looks like she'll have to go into more detail...]

Huh? What's wrong with the way I'm sitting? [Is this like how she shouldn't use books as stepladders?]

[stargathering]

[ no no it's okay she doesn't have to! ]

...If you're comfortable like that, there's nothing wrong. [ He picks up his tea. Is it cool now? It better be. (That thought made me laugh. 8D) ]

[blastiafreak]

[But she has to make certain he gets it!]

...Then...I'm fine. [What was that all about? Though she finally seems to remember her tea is there, too, and takes a sip. (Aw! ♥)

She might be yawning, too. Ugh, this weekend.]

[stargathering]

[ Oh, he does! No worries! ...She would be an awful teacher. ]

[ Tyr just nods and drinks his tea, looking over at her now and then. She seems okay, but... Hearing her yawn, he smiles a little. ]

When you do want to go, though, I'll walk you home...

[blastiafreak]

[...Sob she would. The party complains about her, too.;;]

[And she slurps her tea noisily. (Manners? What manners?) But she stops and looks over at him with a slight frown.]

Hey, I can walk by myself, you know.

[stargathering]

[ She would lose her job... ._. Good thing her party are her friends! ]

[ Thank goodness Gremio isn't around! Or Cleo. But that's all the more reason to stare at her. ]

I still want to walk with you. [ To make sure you're okay. But she doesn't need to know that part. ]

[blastiafreak]

[Yep. ._. They are great friends! ;3;]

[Why is he staring. Sluuuurp.]

Why? It's not that far... [She tries to wave it off, as always.]

[stargathering]

[ So cute. ;_; ]

Exactly, so it's not an issue.

[blastiafreak]

[Aw, yes. X)]

So you should just stay here.

[stargathering]

Do you really want me to?

[blastiafreak]

[...Why is that suddenly a difficult question?] ...I'm saying you shouldn't bother, so-

Yes.

[stargathering]

[ Oh. Tyr doesn't argue with her and just nods. ] All right. You can stay as long as you want to, though...

[blastiafreak]

I told you, I-

Huh? Wait, you mean you'll stay? [She's surprised that he gave in, even if it's what she wanted.]

[stargathering]

[ Tyr looks at her. He was going to give in just since she seemed so tired, but-- ] Only if you really want me to stay... I'm not going to stalk you on your way home, though.

[blastiafreak]

Y-you'd better not... [She's too worn to argue further, anyway. Her tea's finished, so--There's no longer any reason for her to stay, is there?]

[stargathering]

[ Not really. But that doesn't mean Tyr doesn't want to keep her. He thinks for a moment, then stands up. ]

--I need to make this up to you, though... Let me give you something.

[blastiafreak]

[That wakes her up again. Something for her? She doesn't think she needs it...]

What? You don't really-

[stargathering]

I insist. [ He brings out a small biscuit tin and hands it to her. ] They won't heal you in any way, but they're good...

[blastiafreak]

[She blinks. Cookies? That isn't something useful, but...It's from him, and sweets aren't bad-

She takes it a little awkwardly. Okay, she might be blushing.] Uh...th-thanks.

[stargathering]

[ Tyr has realised by now that little gestures aren't something Rita is used to accepting. He just nods and hesitates from sitting down again. ]

...Do you want another cup before you go?

[blastiafreak]

[She'll get accustomed...eventually. Rita hesitates herself--it's tempting to stay--but she shakes her head.]

I-I'm fine...I guess--thanks, anyway.

[stargathering]

[ Tyr won't fight. Even if he wants to. ]

Okay... [ He still doesn't sit, though. Offering his hand out to her. ]

[blastiafreak]

[She doesn't really get why he does, but she takes it after a second, anyway.]

...You're not still worried, are you? I can take care of myself. [Yep, she thinks she can.]

[stargathering]

[ Because he wants to. But when she doesn't stand, he...just takes a seat while holding it. With that question, though...well, he's being honest now, anyway. ]

You don't look well. It's normal to be worried...

[blastiafreak]

[Just holding hands like that feels really awkward, and she glances off to the side. Also, denial forever.]

I'm fine. It's just...a lot of things happened, but--I can handle it, all right?