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costadeleo​:

“Hell no…Alphinaud tried to make us something more official and that ended up with betrayal, and a huuuuuuuuuuuuuge dragon. According to Yuyu, that whole situation made her want to pull her hair out. Nah, the Scions of the Seventh Dawn kinda…hmm, I guess you could say we’re somethin’ like a Free Company? We aren’t exactly beholden to any one nation, and because of that, we’re free to go about wherever we please and help those who need it.”

Junko was just in the middle of gathering her thoughts in an attempt to try and explain herself better, but as soon as Tamiko started going off about Yuyu, she couldn’t help but to laugh a bit.

“Don’t feel too bad, Yuyu can fight, but at the end of the day, she’s still a Lalafell. There’s only so much damage her body can take. There’s also the little fact that the both of us started practicing for this kind of life pretty early on. So, take that as you will… Either way though, when she comes back from where she is now, I’ll let her know you’d like to meet her Tamiko.”

“So this is what a mother’s love looks like…you really do worry too much…” Yet again, Junko gently rubbed Tamiko’s head. She didn’t want to sound like she was undermining her intentions, far from it. Nor could she fully grasp how the other woman was feeling as a whole. She at least wanted to try and comfort her if at all possible.

“I’m not the best person to give their opinion on this… Honestly, I probably shouldn’t at all… But, if you feel like you can’t on your own, no shame in reaching out to your friends, right…? Stronger in a group than we are all alone, and all that…”

  There were some strange names she’d never heard of; but hearing the words betrayal and dragon in the same sentence sent a shiver down Tamiko’s spine. Despite having no experience with either, she knew for a fact that they were both incredibly bad news. 

  Though a bit more of a silver lining, hearing they were more like the popular free companies over the three grand companies that she’d learnt about (albeit from a very rude librarian). Despite the fact that would come with more consistent dangers, that meant help was more readily available; or so she hoped.

“Is that so? I know I’m a late bloomer, but I can’t let that keep me down, not forever. I either start now or I don’t start at all.”

  Junko’s words caused the (was she older? Tamiko really couldn’t tell) older woman to blush, hand coming up to cover her face at hearing about a mothers love. Did Junko not get this sort of treatment?

  But she was right; Tamiko did worry too much. There was no way any skills picked up here would translate back home; and even if they did, why would she need to use them? There was no point in trying so hard, so...

  Why did she? What pushed her forwards to want to protect Jubei so much? Was it the fear of being useless that drove her forwards, or the fear of dying here that set her off? Tamiko knew she’d need time to ponder this, though now wasn’t the right time. 

“It’s nothing quite like you’re thinking, I’m sure. I just don’t want Jubei growing up without any family...”

  Her blush quickly calmed down, her head still lightly spinning as she heard about fighting with friends; Tamiko really didn’t have anyone she’d consider watching her back with, though Junko had been nice-enough to talk to her this long...

“The only friend I have here is K’alian, though; and she’s off... Well, somewhere; you said either in a forest or in a Miqo’te village...”

  Her words only dawned on her after she’d finished her sentence, blush rising back up across her cheeks.

“Th-though I appreciate you talking to me too! If you’d like, we can be friends! It’d be an honor to fight with someone as strong as you!”

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costadeleo​:

“Hmmm…” Before Junko answered her, she reached out and very gently patted the top of Tamiko’s head. “You’re worried about somethin…can’t say what, but you’ll just drive yourself up a wall if you keep stressin’ over it…instead, think about how you can solve the problem, yeah…? That aside…” She pulled her hand back then hung her head in thought. ‘Who was hydaelyn?’ For Junko, that was the million dollar question.

“I guess so…? That’s what I was taught at least… And the Scions say she’s a good one at that. Though never met her personally so I can’t really say…”

What was Yuyu like, now that one was a lot easier for the Miqo’te to answer. Even as she thought about how she wanted to answer her newfound friend, she couldn’t help but to smile.

“A little brat… Yuyu’s actions really don’t match her body one but…she’s a little Lalafell, but…she’s been fighting Gods, death machines, and whole armies with just her fists. From that alone, she sounds like some unstoppable hero, right…? Probably…she’s more than earned it, but…honestly she doesn’t really bother with it for glory or the like…she just wants to give the folks she loves and cares for a chance to see another sunrise. She’s just kinda reckless about it…”

  Was her stress so obvious that it caused this lioness to pat her on the head? It wasn’t unwelcome, at all; if she were a miqo’te, she’d be purring herself right now. 

  Junko was right, though; she needed to think about how to get home, rather than actually stressing about it. After all, fretting about getting there would only delay such a trip back to Earth. 

  It was words she didn’t think she’d need to hear, but welcome none the less. Hearing that she was taught to revere Hydaelyn as a God was slightly strange; it seemed they followed a system similar to the Western World, with zodiacs and the like.

“Scions? What are those? Are they the government or something?”

  Again with the cocking of the head, unsure if she was asking something obvious or if it were something that only a select few were privy to. She hoped that Junko wasn’t about to jump down her throat, though she didn’t seem like the type with how she spoke about this Yuyu.

“She sounds... Incredible! Even Master Holyfist can’t boast achievements like that; I’d love to learn from her! Even if it’s for the same reason, two people punching has to be better than one, right?”

  She’d pump her fists into the air, extremely pumped up over hearing of this Yuyu’s achievements; they sounded like no small feat! Did this mean that Junko was friends with someone who was as strong as a God? How did that even work? Tamiko had questions, though pestering people for them would have to wait.

“I know K’alian is good with a sword and shield, but that’s just not my style. I can’t-- take blows like she can. I’m too frail. I’m much better at getting in and out of a fight, though... I’m not a fan of fighting to begin within.”

  She’d look down at the ground now, sapphire eyes taking in the intricacies of the dirt, trying to think of what next to say. 

“I... Want to protect my daughter, no matter what. And if there’s someone fighting Gods, how long until everyone is? I can’t be reactive about strong people here; I need to be proactive about it. I need to get stronger, quicker, so she doesn’t have to worry.”

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cat-inda-box​:

As kalian was brought into this quite nice home she couldn’t help but be in awe of it all. As she couldnt help but be fascinated by it all and kal found herself eyeing the room around her.

While she did find it quite strange to be pointed at and being called a weirdo kal didnt seem to mind it that much, though she did find her ears twich slightly as the other pointed at them.

But as k'alian heard the other speak about letting her stay, this red head was quite happy and knew she had to repay her back somehow.

“Thank you for letting me stay in your most lovely home i promise you i will repay you somehow, i dont know how or when but someday ill do something to show my thanks” as she gave a polite bow to show her thanks towards Tamiko, for it was the least she could do for the other.

Not one to fall behind she had happily followed the other into the kitchen and took the seat without hesitation, though part of her was fascinated by the strange machine Tamiko and would question what it is but shed ask later.

“As to be expected but you have my word ill find something to do to pull my weight as i do have a few ideas on what i can do” for kal had several ideas that mostly involved modeling.

“As to where im from for i come from that is of Eorzea as i specially hail from a tribe of miqo'te whom have close family ties, granted i haven’t seen them in 10 years but still” for it was true as her life as a crime reporter lead her to live far away from her family for quite some time.

But to hear there wasnt any miqo'te in this universe was strange. “There isnt any miqo'te in this world…i dont know how to feel about that” as in her mind she didnt know how to take that news.

  Should Tamiko be the one to point out that Eorzea was fictional? She knew it’d be impolite - downright rude, even - but... K’alian needed to know. However, the counter to that argument was that she had to be from somewhere other than Earth; nobody here had cat-ears and a tail, nor walked around with sword and shield.

  The likeliness was too good. 

“You’ve been here five minutes and you already have ideas? I’d love to hear them! I don’t know how close my home is to your “Eorzea”, but-- this is as close to a tribe as we’ve got.”

  Chuckling and taking a sip of her drink, Tamiko would lean back, groaning as she’d pull her gloves off. She really needed to get changed, but that could wait until K’alian was a bit more comfortable, couldn’t it?

“The only thing that’s going to be an issue around here is your ears and tail... Do you have no way of hiding them? It’ll draw yourself a lot of unwanted attention, same with your weapons; you’ll need to leave those here if you venture outside.”

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ragnaofazure​:

“I’ll just take the praise for the words and shut up then.” He responded quite swiftly. Really, he could always use to take a damn compliment for once in his life. At least one time.

But then, there was nothing else she could call him other than his name, and giving it out like this… It should be safe enough, right? Using the excuse to ask the bartender for one more glass and making him walk away first… Because his actual name was only known by authorities, and anyone who knew it was put on immediate high suspicion.

“My name is… Ragna. No last name. I didn’t have a father or mother of my own.” Confessing calmly and introducing himself properly as the second to last glass of milk was finished, the only reason he was trying to ‘flex how loaded he was’, mostly was due to how he really doesn’t have that much use for money sometimes, no matter how much he had on him at all times.

And really, the world had taught him the worst and he had seen the lowest, that was he truly was wise and more in his twenties by now, how else would one explain it?

“No go on that drink offer? I’d insist, but I know at least that much to not be pushy.” He was taught well, and his honesty was showing how little experience he had interacting with women normally if not at least a bit right there as well…

“That said… I can’t hold down work anymore, I’m well off for life though, thankfully, I guess that’s a bit of a pleasure.” How nice leaving that so ambiguous, heh… “I haven’t taken in the springs or sights from there in such a long time though, sounds nice…” He did make mental note of it, time to go cause a panic in Osaka or something soon enough, totally, why not? A nice thing to wonder as he went to take quite a big sip from what he would make his last glass.

And just like that, he also had run out of something to move along the conversation too, other than…

“Are you going back home soon?” He had taken a quick look at the clock behind the counter, it was starting to become dark, he pointed at it, ”Don’t figure you have an off day tomorrow?” There was some concern and hopefully he wasn’t taking much of her time either by now.

He wasn’t saying he’d walk her back home or anything, there were no actual intentions of advances and it was noticeable, here was to hoping that didn’t elicit a negative reaction by accident, as in the fact he in the end wasn’t making a pass or anything… Wouldn’t be the first time.

  Why did he seem so suddenly stiff over his name? Was he the type to not give it out, or did he prefer to go by some strange alias? Alas, he wound up coughing it up; Ragna. A strange name, to be sure; certainly not Japanese in decent; yet that wasn’t the strangest thing. 

  No last name? What kind of person lacked such a crucial piece of information; though the reason why would become clear quite quickly. Still...

“You didn’t want to give yourself a name?”

  An honest question, watching him finish his milk; was it that good to him? Maybe it was how he kept his hair so perfectly white, matching with his complexion? She didn’t know, but she did know it’d be rude to ask.

“You look surprised that someone would turn it down; do women normally swoon for cash? I’m a little more humble than that.”

  She’d laugh - to herself, though at him - at his reaction, certainly not expecting him to look so flabbergasted at her turning him down. At least he took it in pride, that won him some brownie-points. 

  For someone who had no parents, he was raised exceptionally well.

“I suppose I should head back home. My daughter’s probably starting to get angry at having to cook for herself again. Which way are you heading? I’m travelling via Shinjuku, if you are.”

  Hands travelling into her purse, Tamiko would pull out her credit card, waiving it for the bartender to scan her drinks through, sighing at the ever-familiar ting of the card being accepted.

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soulwitch​:

“I’ve driven more stubborn cars.” Old ones that really risked your life to even drive, but at least they got to the car safely, Eloisa having supported the other the whole way with a good arm around her waist, letting her nestle into her seat.

She’d drive slowly, the night lights over them, even trying to be nice and smooth for Tamiko to rest, all the way until she pulled into her modest looking driveway. A small house, two floors but really only space for a single couple.

Opening the door she’d reach in to carry Tamiko out, “you still up? You won’t be able to make do on anything if you sleep too soon.” She’d ease, so caring in her hold as she gently brought Tamiko inside, locking the door and carrying her up to her room. She could use Eloisa’s bed tonight.

  The carry reminded her, ever so briefly, of her ex-husband on their first night handle; she’d nod meekly, gulping back dry saliva as her vision changed from the night-sky to the inside of a house.

  Had they really made it to Eloisa’s already? She couldn’t remember most of the drive, truth be told. Given how long ago she’d stopped drinking, Tamiko was trying to will herself to act properly, almost growling inwardly to make her body co-operate.

“I’ll be alright. I just need a bit of water and I’ll be up for anything you want to do~.”

  She spoke softly, not wanting to be too loud inside of a strangers house; or at least she hoped she was being quiet, aware that alcohol made her somewhat boysterous.

“Though maybe sleep wouldn’t be the worst idea; we can always get to know eachother more in the morning...”

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“You’re asking-- t-too much!”

 She’d moan out, feeling her leg being raised up and bra undone. Why was this woman being so assertive, so aggressive with her? Tamiko didn’t know, but with how she clung to the vibrator, fingers digging into Lili’s back, it didn’t seem like she minded too much.

“N-Not my nipples! Th-they’ll leak, L-L-Lili...”

 Another moan and she’d shake her head, hips buckling as she so desperately tried to hold back her orgasm, not wanting someone -- let alone another woman -- to see that side of her. Though she’d certainly have to pick this toy up afterwards, it seemed to be working wonders!

“I-I’ll buy it! Just-- stop-- haa~!”

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cat-inda-box​:

“I can promise you that for as a paldain and knight i will not ‘freak out’ as you say towards your daughter no matter how she sees me” as she gave a polite nod while moving towards the door , for she would make this promise and in her mind intended to keep it.

To be invited to this strange womans home and to meet her family was quite the gesture in her mind, perhaps she would pay her back in some way maybe a nice dress or something equally good. Though she didnt know how or what to get her in her mind kal wanted to show her thanks to Tamiko.

  Well, her word was as good as it was going to get; with a sigh she’d turn the handle, pushing the door open into Tamiko’s modest two-story house. The bottom floor housed the living room, guest room and bathroom, kitchen and laundry. The second floor had Tamiko’s and Jubei’s bedrooms, alongside their private bathrooms and a spare study that the pair alternated using.

  It was quite the house, and there was no way Tamiko would have been able to get it without her ex-husband. It was just another reminder of him.

“... I didn’t know you brought weirdo’s back home. Judging from your condition, the convention went well.”

  Jubei was the first to speak up, bringing her eyes up from the TV to glance over towards her mother and K’alian, scoffing as she stood. She’d adjust her jumper to cover her navel, biting at her lip to stop herself from speaking too much out of line.

“Any particular reason why we’ve got a cosplayer that’s come home with you?”

  Tamiko would self-mockingly laugh, moving so that K’alian was in proper view, indext finger pointing to her head to showcase the woman’s unnatural ears.

“This is Miss K’alian, and she’ll be staying with us... For a little while. Just until I can figure some things out, so please, Jubei, treat her nicely. She’s not from around these parts.”

  A wink towards her daughter before leading K’alian towards the kitchen, pulling a chair back for her new Miqo’te guest to sit at, pressing a button on her coffee machine to pour herself a relaxing, creamy coffee.

“Alright, K’alian, it’s time to discuss a few things about my home; namely how you’ll fit into it. I’m fair on Jubei as I can be, but you’ll need to pull your weight; as well as help me figure out what to actually do with you... Where are you from? We don’t have Miqo’te on Earth.”

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ragnaofazure​:

“Psh, wordsmith? That’s just basic positive thinking, is all.” Whether it was more on the joking side of a reply or not, he didn’t think it was worthy of any praise. “And… don’t call me ‘sir’, I’m still around my twenties, don’t let the hair color fool you.” Yes, it was natural, and he didn’t like being called ‘sir’ or so, he kinda felt them abit too much just by that fact alone…

“That’s good to hear though, love your work and you’ll never feel like you worked a single day in your life and all that, or so I hear.” He hoped that basically was the case as he watched her order more alcohol, she wasn’t a lightweight and he could guess it after he was told what she did for a living ultimately. But that made him think about his Master’s teachings with women…

“Ah, real quick, if you want something fancier, like, hell, I dunno, the most expensive stuff on the selection here, just order it, I’ll pay it all up.” So far he liked her enough to do that, money never being an issue for him ever. Getting that bit out of the way, he was then hit in full swing regarding her… ex-husband.

“Well… Shit, sorry for poking about your former partner, didn’t think I’d walk into something rough.” He apologized, couldn’t hurt, further showing he had no intentions to make an advance in quite the tasteless form. But admittedly, she could have bluffed or said anything and he still would have been quite blown back, hilariously enough.

Admittedly, his own attire was crazy because of how elaborate the jacket was, if he removed it and the huge sword at the back, he was normal enough.

“Oh, where I am off next?” He stopped drinking up to the half point of his milk, “Eh… Wherever the wind takes me, I’ve nowhere to be, nowhere to go or come back to. I got no work but… I’m well off, despite how I look.” No matter how casual he was about the answer, he wasn’t joking, he was the one to not be able to make such kind of joking statements.

“Basic though it may be, it doesn’t make it any less profound.”

  So, he didn’t want to be called Sir-- then what did he want to be called? He didn’t look like the type of guy to demand to be called “Doctor” or something obnoxious like that.

“Then what do I call you, sir~?”

  She’d curl her words, adjusting herself to grip at the new pint of beer, bringing it to her lips with a gentle sigh. This felt so relaxing, much more than being at home. 

  Again with the words of encouragement; he was really trying to make her feel better, wasn’t he? Was he really still in his 20′s? Tamiko was starting to doubt his words; though even just looking at him told her that he couldn’t be much older.

  Though now he was hitting on her, flaunting his cash? She had half a mind to put his money where his mouth was and move onto some of the more expensive whiskey’s and wines, though she had more respect for herself than that.

“I appreciate the offer, but I’ll be able to pay on my own. No harm in sticking with what I know now, is there?”

  Hearing him apologize about her ex made Tamiko giggle, covering her mouth as she’d sigh out. It wasn’t as bad as he was probably imagining, not by a long-shot; though she wouldn’t lie to herself and say there weren’t times she missed him.

  So, he was a traveler, huh? Then that almost certainly made him European; that’d explain the hair more than anything else. But his Japanese was phenomenal, without anything that would betray that Japanese wasn’t his first language.

“Well, if you’re want for work, my company is hiring. If you’re happy to keep adventuring, then I’d suggest heading down to Osaka next. They’ve got some wonderful hot-springs and sights there.” 

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soulwitch​:

Eloisa would reach up and poke the other’s head, to nudge them back a little as they seemed to be a little all over the place. Admitting their own issue, excited to be around the drunks, and with all the men here, Eloisa didn’t blame her.

Catching the sight of their neck, having them nicely leaned in against her, Eloisa would casually lick her lips, at least being out of sight when she did it. “Then neither of those are okay..”

“If you have a car, I could drive us to my place.” It wasn’t too far, and it was technically a little better than a love hotel or something.

Eloisa leaned back to place a hand on the other’s cheek, “Then we can see if you have a lot to show, or if you just want to rest.” A small tease, but most of it being smothered by such gentle handling and expressions of concern.

  A car? Yes, she had one of those, parked out the front. With a groan she’d push herself to stand, legs wobbly as she’d reach out for the wall to stabilize herself.

“Yes, I have a car packed out the front; I think you driving is the safer option... Here.”

  She’d hold the keys out towards Eloisa, gulping back dry saliva and adjusting her shirt to make sure she was still decent enough to leave the house. Despite the dark sky outside and the lack of sunlight, Tamiko was worried of others seeing her so indecently.

“That almost sounds like a dare, Eloisa... Don’t forget, I just might take you up on that.”

  Stepping into the passenger-side of her own car, Tamiko would let out a heavy sigh of relief, moving herself to be properly snuggled into the seat. With a grunt she was properly strapped in, lazily turning her head to the side to face the other.

  “Drive when you’re ready... I’m sorry if she’s not good to you.”

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costadeleo​:

“Mmmm…” Setting her hammer down, she began to think. Red hair and fur…Paladin….close to the same height as her… “You mean Kal? She’s at the Miqo’te village with her family last I heard… If not there…then maybe the woods… One or the two… As for myself, doing patrol work while friends are off savin’ the day… Don’t got Hydelian’s blessing, so I’m doing my best here. If nothing else, nobody is summoning junk…”

“Was looking for a pal of mine, but she ended up finding me instead. She kinda looks like Kal…both got red hair, but she’s a Lalafell; And fights with her fists like you…”

“K’alian! That’s right, that’s exactly her! What a stroke of luck!”

  Tamiko hadn’t expected to find someone who knew of her friend so quickly! With an eager bounce and bringing her arms into her waist, she couldn’t contain her smile.

“Miqo’te village! That’s more than I had to go with before, so thank you, Junko!”

  ... What was a Hydaelyn? She’d never heard that word before, even stranger than the term “Eorzea”. It seemed this whole place was full of terms she’d never heard before, concreting in even more that Tamiko wasn’t dreaming.

  After all, nobody could dream up something like this, could they?

“What’s a Hydaelyn? Is that your Kami-- God? I didn’t know there were others that followed Master Holyfist, but... It makes sense I’m not the only one. What’s your friend like?”

  She’d clench her fist lightly, gazing down at her gloved hand. Never in Tamiko’s life would she have imagined that she’d have fought something like that, but it wasn’t like running was an option, either...

  Was fighting the only option then? Should she have fled? Now that she was properly reflecting on her actions, Tamiko realized how stupid it was to have stood her ground like that.

“Maybe I need a God to pray to... Kami knows I need it.”

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  She’d never done anything like this before; she’d never been in charge of someone else before. Tamiko would wipe her brow for what felt like the hundredth time, checking her wristwatch for the impending minute she’d hear the other.

  She’d conducted the interview, so she knew who she was looking for; she seemed to conduct herself well enough, though it was time to see for herself just what sort of person Azumi was.

  Hearing her name being called out from the side, she’d tug down at her skirt one last time before smiling, moving to intercept the younger woman and extending her own hand to clasp the others, tilting her head to the side slightly.

  It was showtime, and Tamiko wasn’t about to let her own personal weaknesses shine through.

“Azumi! It’s fantastic to see you again. I’m glad you made it here safely; I hope the travel wasn’t too harsh on you?”

  Taking a step back and heading towards the elevator - making sure Azumi was in tow - Tamiko would hold her workers-pass to the scanner, selecting the 27th floor. They had a couple of brief moments to wait, so small-talk would have to do for now.

“There’s lots of work to be done today, so it’ll be a bit more of a trial-by-fire than I’d have liked, but together I’m sure we can manage. Did you go over the basic training module I emailed you last week? That should have covered most of the basics.”

  Asahi was a strange place to work for, to be sure. But if Tamiko could work it out, then surely Azumi could too; PR wasn’t the worst team to work for.

“But before you get into anything, I’d like to go over the job one more time, once we get into my office. If you have any questions, please-- fire them away! I’ll answer them to the best of my abilities.”

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  Glancing between the instructions on her phone’s screen and the office around her, Azumi would finally fix big blue eyes on the person she’d been assigned to shadow. 

Approaching Tamiko, Azumi would offer a little wave and a big genuine smile. 

“Excuse me, Miss Katsuragi? I’m Azumi, the new intern! I was told I’d be in your care!” Extending a warm handshake, Azumi didn’t display even a shred of nervousness at the new environment or being put to work under someone she didn’t know. 

“Please don’t hesitate to tell me what you need! I’m here to be useful for you!”

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cat-inda-box​:

“Mmm well you can be sure im not a nudist and i can promise you that” even if she did enjoy the skimpy outfit or two.

Though it was time to leave this strange place, she was fascinated by the strange device the other had pulled out. In her mind it seemed like something in her world, but she figured it wasn’t the right time to bring it up. Still feeling quite at ease with this strange woman kal had took off her helmet and let her long flowing red hair, for the helmet was getting quite hard to breathe in.

“As for my name it is K’alian Case the hero of Eorzea and owner of several cute outfits which unfortunately i didn’t bring along with me” for this red head had so many cute outfits that she was dying to show her new friend,

As the car rocked up and the other held the door open for her, kal gave a bow towards the other as she happily entered the vehicle , for in her mind it was the only polite way to respond.

“R-Right, K’alian...”

  She wasn’t sure what Eorzea was - wasn’t it that place in that one MMO...? - but second to that, what did cute clothes have to do with it? K’alian was certainly a strange one, and the quicker Tamiko thought of a way of getting her some much-needed help, the better.

  She was glad she admitted to not being a nudist, though. Was that why she brought up the cute outfits? Did they coincide in some way? Was K’alian actually safe to take home...?

  Though despite her grievances, she knew she couldn’t take the stranger to a doctor. They’d want to hospitalize her, potentially even get her sent to a mental institution. Worst case would be that she’d be killed just for existing.

  The drive home wasn’t the worst, with the pair remaining quiet for the journey; with a gentle sigh she’d stride up to her door, hand resting on the doorhandle.

“I can only warn you once... My daughter might not take you so well. So please, don’t freak out if she gets rude or angry with you, okay, K’alian? Can I trust you with that?”

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[[Me: I’ll do all my replies now, and then wait for my mutuals to reply later so I can do them at a later time and not have to worry about it right now.]]

Mutuals: But... But what if? We didn’t?? And we replied straight away???

[[Me: I mean I guess that’s fine? Real talk though I love you all for replying so quickly, it means I’ve always got something to reply to and I love it!]]

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soulwitch​:

“Perhaps I am, but everyone’s sure passed out.. and you’re in no condition to do much.. “ Eloisa allowed them to nestle on her lap for a bit then, she wasn’t going to do much, they were far too drunk and Eloisa was still quite alert.

“Hm.. You’re comfortable then? Why don’t you tell me your name, and maybe I can help you get home. Unless you want to.. stay here with all these drunks?” She’d at least wrap an arm around this silly lady, to keep her from falling over.

“I’m Eloisa.. don’t move.. too much please.”

“I can do plenty, just you wait and see~.”

  She’d giggle out, licking her lips as she’d lean into the stranger; into Eloisa. She was comfortable, to be sure, though the sheer amount she’d had to drink certainly helped play a part.

  In saying that, staying with the drunks did not sound like such a fun time. Going home to her daughter to be yelled at didn’t do much to soothe her conscious either. It was going to be either going to a hotel, or going home with this stranger.

  Neither of which floated her boat much more.

“It’s Tamiko~. What happens if I move too much, huh?”

  Another giggle fit before properly resting into the others arms, neck and collarbone unknowingly exposed to the other. With a sigh and adjusting her head to rest against Eloisa’s shoulder, she’d look up with a flushed face.

“I’m not too excited to stay here with drunks, though. Going home isn’t an exciting option either, sadly...”

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ragnaofazure​:

He wasn’t a bad guy anymore or so he liked to think, but society would always have him pinned for exactly just that, there was no two ways about it after everything he had done and still does, albeit with other approaches beyond the surface, obviously.

“Eventually all bad days have to end, it can’t possibly last forever, I hope tomorrow is a better one for you.” Because he sure was used to having all the rough days in the world every day, yet life hadn’t crushed him, he believed that anyone could hopefully carry on through the hard ones.

Waiting until she was done speaking, he was finishing his own glass of milk and wiped his mouth, it would maybe be surprising, but he was drinking anything but alcohol, he prefered to frequent bars to get a fix for drinks only since sometimes the places went completely silent like this, it was good peace.

That said, company like this so far wasn’t unwelcome, he placed his empty glass down, asking for more of the same as his heterochromatic eyes and face turned to meet her at last properly.

“I don’t know much about the regular work force, but I know I have respect to the honest ones like I can figure you are, hope they are treating you proper.” Because if not, he sure would be dropping a visit to fix that, just like many other places. This was so not like him, but… She gave him the opening and she seemed so honest and didn’t know about him, thankfully and somehow, so…

“I’m used to sticking out, I don’t got much to wear out,” See: Nothing else. “And well, can only imagine about who is the lucky one waiting for you at home that gets to see more of that wardrobe.” He assumed she was taken though, of course, in the actual purest sense despite the flirty comment, looking confident enough as he got his next glass of milk.

“All bad days have to end... I like the sound of that. You’re quite the wordsmith, Sir.”

  Was that something he’d been told himself, or was it something that he’d learnt over his years? Despite the softness of his face and the sharpness of his features, Tamiko just couldn’t ping him for a young adult. Maybe he was around the same age she were?

  After all, who had naturally white hair like that? It didn’t make him look old - quite on the contrary - but it didn’t give him a youthful look either.

“They treat me well enough; the pay’s nothing to scoff at, and I’ve made some friends. I’ve worked worse places, let me tell you!”

  She’d laugh, self-mockingly, before downing her beer to match his own pace. It was a subconscious habit that she didn’t know how to kick, internally scoffing as she noticed that she’d done it once again.

  Flagging down the bartender and getting another of the same - much to his blatant disgust - she’d ease into the stool a bit more, heaving out as she rested her chest on the bar. They weren’t lightweight, and sometimes she just needed the rest.

“I used to have a husband, but unfortunately we parted ways due to our work commitments. It just wasn’t working out, though it was mutual. No hard feelings between either of us.”

  If she’d drunk more - or perhaps drunk her first one quicker - she’d have followed up with daring to show him said wardrobe. But she was nothing as flirty, nor as daring as he was, so she’d clamp her mouth shut to save herself the embarrassment.

  Besides, what if he were some sort of crazy-man who liked to dress up like that? She had no worries about getting with crazy, but she had a limit to how much she could take.

“Where are you off to next? What do you do for work, now that you know mine?”