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Who: Adelaide & You!
When: Various times in October
What: Listen, everything’s fine, and no mistakes are being made at all. Also Aube has too much food.
Where: Campus, Soleil.
Warnings: Mentions of blood & alcohol in the Soleil prompt.

campus;
[So far, being a member of the student council isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Sure, she knew there was going to be a lot of math involved, and she doesn’t mind it, but she minds the talking sword. She minds it a lot - it’s really kind of annoying, the way it nags her about money constantly. She has to admit her spending habits have changed since being gifted with the rapier, and she’s not sure how she feels about that.

There’s also the fact that wherever she goes in uniform there’s a trail of yellow rose petals left in her wake. She can’t really get around without being noticed anymore, because the petals are so invasive. She doesn’t even know what to do with them - will they disappear on their own? Should she use them for something? She’s unsure.

Either way, rules are rules and she has to wear her uniform on campus, so she’s a beacon of fiscal responsibility more days than not.]

aube;
[It’s not quite a daily occurrence, but it’s still pretty common to find Adelaide in the kitchen. She’s as prolific a baker as always, and she spends much of her free time baking up something for people to enjoy. She doesn’t have quite as much time to run a stand, what with classes started up again and her new responsibilities, but her dormmates will find the dorm well-stocked with any sort of baked good they could imagine.

Some days when she’s baking she seems...well. Stressed out. Her hair is a mess, and her movements are jerky and uncoordinated like she’s in a rush, and sometimes there’ll be a grimace on her face. She’s...Well. Trying to seem like she’s not bothered, though.]

soleil;
[This may have been...a mistake. A grave mistake, some could say. She’s not really sure what compelled her to go out to town tonight, but it’s probably because she’s lonely. She could go seek out company with someone she already knows - go talk to Maverick, or go check in on Rex, or maybe ask if Lia wanted to make something - but she doesn’t do that. Instead, she goes out to Soleil and finds herself in a bar.

She can’t get drunk the traditional way. She gets nothing by going to a bar, except...Well.

Just this once won’t hurt, right? She’s not going to kill anyone and she’s pretty sure the guy eyeing her up won’t mind. Just one bite won’t hurt.]

Ah, fuck.

[She pushes herself upright, stepping into the crowd at the bar. She’s really going to do this, huh?]

soleil part 2;
[She’s pleasantly buzzed, and wobbles a bit when she walks. She’s left the bar for the streets, and the guilt hasn’t quite set in yet. She can still taste the blood on her tongue, and she’s surprised it was as potent as it is.

Huh. Maybe she should be concerned about that. But she isn’t.

She laughs to herself, looking up at the stars and stretching her arms above her head. She should...head back to campus.]

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[His heart aches, seeing her like this but not having anything he can really do about it except make it worse, right now. With a sigh, Maverick moves in close again and slips his hand into hers, interlocking their fingers.]

Yeah. Let’s just get you home and sleeping this off, okay? Sorry for being a fucking downer.

Hey, hey, you're not a downer!

[She's quick to come to his defense, squeezing his hand.]

I'm just...I'm just sorry, you know? That things are like this.

[Just let him be the downer, jeez!! He squeezes back and gently swings their hands back and forth, starting to head off again.]

Yeah, yeah. That's not your fault, though, that's life. And besides, if we're not gonna fucking talk about it right now, there's no sense in harpin' on about the woeful bits. Why not tell me about the guy that's not as handsome as me, but was nice enough to buy you a drink, huh? Or about how things are going with Grim Creeper?

[This is one of the things she appreciates about Maverick. He can move the conversation along, and they can pretend it never happened. That's...good.

She nods, slowly.]

Things with Rex are...I don't know. They're complicated and weird? I don't know what he wants from me. I don't know what he thinks about me - like, is he just tolerating me, or does he actually care? He said he'd be willing to have sex with me if I wanted it, but...

I don't know.

Fucking...yikes. That seriously how he put it? "Be willing to"?

[REX WHY ARE YOU SO STUPID ABOUT RELATIONSHIPS]

I guess that doesn't actually fucking surprise me, but still... Anyway, just tolerating's you out. Me, he tolerates, just barely. You're way too good to be on that level. [With a sigh, his voice lowers to almost a mumble.] Fucking dumbass, not letting you know how much you matter, sex or not...

Basically, yeah.

[Ugh. Why does she even like him!!]

I don't...think he knows how to deal with people. But. I don't know. I guess it's not really that important to him...

[Geez.]

[Maverick shakes his head with frustration. Why!! Is he like this!!!]

Gotta say, Bumble... With how he's stringing you along like this, not only is the mystique of his giant spookydick not worth it, but I have half a mind to fucking kick the damn thing in. [treating his perfect girl like this, gosh!!]

[The Trauma, probably.]

I don't know if that would help.

[Despite herself, she laughs at the idea.]

[Oh good...laughter is good.]

Nah. Probably not, no. Pretty sure that thing's more a weak spot in combat than anything else, for him. You know I sparred with him and his first fucking words to me were about not hitting his dick? Without that, I wouldn't fucking know he actually had one.

Well, it's the easiest spot to hit! It's basically a glowing weakpoint!

[smh]

But...I don't know. I don't want him to decide I'm not enough for him.

God, I hope he has a fucking codpiece that glows somewhere in his pile of useless shit...

[IMAGINE IT, HOW GLORIOUS

Without letting go, he leans in and nudges Adelaide again, but this time with his full body and not just the elbow. Come on, back to teasing words!]

Being fair to you, that asshole's a fucking giant. The standards of what's "enough" for a guy that goddamn fucking tall is probably skewed as shit. Case in point, I'm shorter than you and I think you're way more than enough, probably almost too fucking much for me to handle. Almost.

We should ask him. Maybe he'll make one, if he thinks he needs it.

[And that would be EVEN MORE glorious.

That pulls another laugh out of her, at least, and she nudges him back.]

I think you could handle me just fine.

Fuck. You're right.

[Of course she's right, though, except WOW IS SHE WRONG ABOUT THAT, being more direct, it's harder to laugh it off, but he manages. Can't do much about the faint blush, though. Mm. She means well, but... Well. Whatever.]

Thought we said you didn't need to stroke my ego? Oh well. I like hearing it.

I'm always right!

[She nudges him again, laughing and swinging their hands together.

Maverick is cute when he blushes.]

You're cute when you blush.

[fuuuuuck??]

Okay, okay, for real... Shut the fuck up with that shit. [Gonna give him the wrong impression!! Especially if she keeps insisting all this while going on about how she's always right, jeez.]

[Laughs!

She reaches up to pinch at his cheek with her free hand.]

Awww, are you embarrassed?

[DEATH]

Like hell I am! Fuck off!

[As punishment, he's gonna take his hand back away from her. Enjoy your consequences!!]

You're super embarrassed!

[She reaches back out for him as he pulls away, grinning.]

Awww, Maverick!

[hhhh woman you're killing him... The more Actually Embarrassing this is, the less fun he's having, but if he makes too big a deal of it, it could make her think he could hate her again. Being angry doesn't mean he hates her!! Ugh, this is all so stupid and frustrating and embarrassing... Still gonna move around so she can't catch him, or at least that's what he assumes. He's never really seen Adelaide in action, so he doesn't know how incredibly easy this would be for her if she tried.]

And you're super drunk! What's your fucking point?!

[Oh, she could catch him easily, but as it is she just stumbles, unsteady on her feet.

Which is probably for the best.

She clasps her hands together in front of her, and the smile on her face is completely dopey.]

I like you a lot, you know.

Tch.

[Still... When he looks at her, how can he not feel better? Even if she doesn't mean it like that, she's still earnestly saying it while looking that cute. Something so simple shouldn't hurt so much and cheer him up at the same time, that's way too complicated.]

Dumbass... I like you, too. A lot. [Too much, probably.] Which is why I'll kindly omit this part of the night and spare you the fucking regret, when you're back to normal.

[They're a mess. A complete, total mess who really need to learn how to communicate.

She bounces on her heels, still wobbling a bit, but she's just - she's just glad that Maverick likes her back. There's a pang of guilt, still, but...she can ignore it for now.]

Okay, sure, that works for me. But I'll still like you.

[did she not Know already... If Maverick were asked, he'd say he's pretty sure he tells her he likes her in some way every time they hang out for more than ten seconds, he just can't help it.]

Sure. ...Yeah.

[Unfortunately, same here. It's more important to hold his hand against her back to steady her than linger on it, though, so he goes ahead and does that.]

Careful, jeez... Let's go. Almost back.

[Unfortunately for Maverick, Adelaide is an idiot.

She goes quiet, though, a thoughtful look on her face before she nods.]

Yeah. Sorry for ruining your plans.

[Well, that makes both of them.

He snorts derisively at the apology, bringing her in close again while doing his best to not unbalance her.]

Don't apologize, dumbass. This is way better than drinking alone, perpetuating a fucking series of bad decisions. I mean, fuck, I got to hear you say you like me, why would I not wanna be doing this instead?

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