AUDIENCE: LUP

[retellers]

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Years of practice. Probably.

[evocationary]

So anyway, I heard my brother kissed you.

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Like that's my fault.

[ immediately. dying. ]

[evocationary]

[ binch she's fighting fire with fire ]

Not a fan?

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He's not my type.

[ dryly. ]

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[ she peeks out from under the blankets to wrinkle her nose at him. ]

What is your type?

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[ uh ]

I don't... [ that's a difficult. question. apparently. ] What's it matter? It's not your brother.

[evocationary]

[ she laughs. ]

I'm just curious! Is it because of how he looks or acts?

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... Both.

[ RIP TO TAAKO AAH ]

[evocationary]

[ for a second, she looks - almost disappointed, and then: ]

Nah, that's fair. But thanks for being nice to him anyway. During the dance.

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He mostly yelled at me.

[ it was exhausting. there's a bit of a pause as wolf seems to try to understand why there was that flash of disappointment and... then realizes in his embarrassment that lup and taako are twins. ]

It's not... I'm not saying you guys are ugly. I'm not. Into guys that much. Often? I--

[ take him out of his misery he's turning tomato colored ]

[evocationary]

[ oh my god wolf

she will just. save him from himself. ]

It's fine, bud, you can be into both however much you want to be. [ she hums. ] And it's fine if you think we're ugly! We're not, so you'd wrong, but everybody is entitled to a wrong opinion.

[ she pulls herself up to sit instead of sulk under all the blankets, at least. ]

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[ he's hiding his face in a hand ]

I don't. Think you're ugly.

[ do not make him say it a second time? ]

[evocationary]

[ her instinct is to be a fucking gremlin about it, but!

she just smiles. ]

Thanks. [ genuinely! ] I don't think you're ugly either.

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Great. Let's move past this.

[ let him out ]

[evocationary]

[ that makes her laugh, and she pulls the blankets up to give herself a blanket hood. ]

Hey, have you remembered anything else about yourself?

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Sort of?

[evocationary]

Sort... of? [ what. ]

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Is "I was hired by an eco-terrorist group" learning something about myself?

[ so dry ]

[evocationary]

[ snort ]

Sort of! [ wolf please ] Eco-terrorist as in... what, like making trees blow up buildings? What the fuck does that mean.

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Fighting and blowing shit up for the Planet.

[ she can't hear the capital, so it's fine ]

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That sounds like my kind of terrorism.

[ lup? ] Your memories are really like, about your job a lot and not... you.

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[ lup erasing the burning of nibelheim, i see how it is. but he pauses and shrugs ]

Maybe there's nothing else to know.

[evocationary]

[ she doesn't know that's not RELATED TO HIS JOB it seems like a mercenary thing idfk our memories are corrupted that's my excuse ]

Oh, please. You're a person, there's plenty to know. The Realm's just not giving you the right stuff. [ vague annoyed sound. ] I would love if it would remind you what your favorite food is so I could cook for you, since like, I remember how to do that again! But no! Eco-terrorism!

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Just cook me whatever. It's not like I'm picky with food.

[ he has nothing to say to the rest of it so ]