kashuu catchall

[disingenuous]

will kashuu sing a song this game

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[disingenuous]

[ softly, certainly: ]

You don't need to be good at it, as long as you try.

[ Not everyone can be good with their emotions, not everyone can handle their emotions well, and not everyone can be completely honest about them either.

She does so much to keep certain emotions from rising to the surface herself. ]

I don't mind fumbling along with you.

[slashay]

[There's something about dealing with the complex mess of humanity in his chest that feels just a little less daunting like this. It's reassuring in a way he wouldn't be able to put into words, knowing that it isn't just him. That even vampires humans, with their life-long experience with human hearts, struggle and don't know what to do.

Five beats pass, in that slow and steady way. He nods.]

...Then - we can do our best. It's easier when you have comrades with you, I think, no matter what sort of thing you're facing.

[disingenuous]

Comrade?

[ She leans over and presses a kiss to the top of his head.

Hearts are heavy and cumbersome things at the worst of times, but they're what propel people forward at the best of times. ]

All right, comrade. Shall we face forward and get you off the ground?

[slashay]

[He would like to stay on the ground and wait for it to consume him, actually, but!! For Roxana his new comrade, who has been kind enough to sit with him and be so gentle, he guesses he can manage. After another second or two, he just sighs, shifting to prop himself upright.]

...Thanks. It feels like I'm doing a lot of that lately.

[Thanking people. That's better than hearing "I'm sorry", though, if nothing else.]

[disingenuous]

Isn't it good that there is still something you can be grateful for?

[ she's not made for optimism, and she knows that this whole weekend has been absolutely terrible for him, but...

At least he still has the mindset to be able to.

She rises to her feet. ]

[slashay]

[That gets a little smile. He bounces back decently, at least - he knows that one loss won't be enough to do more than leave one extra weight in his chest. It's fine. It's a trade he'd gladly accept, to be able to feel the weight at all.

He'll sigh, pushing himself properly upright a second or two after her and dusting off his clothes.]

That's true. It's a good thing I've got you here for perspective, huh?