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Rafayel

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they say when you give a man a fish he eats for one day when you teach a man to fish they try to empty out the claw machine

[ thank you for my life, peace. ]

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[ignoreher]

[ ...

rafayel can be so annoying sometimes, aggravating and mean... but she really likes when they talk like this. about art, something they share. one of his favorite interpretations. she'll keep sketching his sketch, adding in bits of color where she thinks the sun might hit the structures. ]

It'd be nice to visit.

[ she'd like to... but for now, rafayel's getting a returned sketch. how he'd added onto hers before, she's given her own touches -- plantlife adorns the spiraling pillars and comes off the domed roofs, circling the statues colorfully. there's a hint of warmth in the hues that denote sunset, maybe.

and then, like she hadn't just done that: ]

Do you still need to go grocery shopping?

[glub]

can you even swim

[ a joke. but, he hopes it doesn't reveal too much. then again, it could just sound like it was close to the sea. not unlike what he's he's described before.

though, he also likes the improvements she makes upon it. he almost feels like it's a drawing relay where they both share in cultivating something completely new. a different version of the world, or sights he's long forgotten; confined just to his memories and his nightmares. maybe in seeing them differently, he could recall a different place altogether. it's why he smiles a little when he gets it back, before— ]

yeah i doooo
i should [ before caleb gets on his case. ]

[ignoreher]

I'll go with you! Shopping's more fun with a friend.
(Also no, I don't know how to swim, so teach me sometime.)

[ sooooo demanding... but she does want to hang out, as much as she gripes about him to others. there's an ugly baby with his name on it after all. ]

[glub]

if miss manager says so then i cant really say no right

but who knew she would try and cash it in for free swimming lessons
did you forget what i am [ what he is here, at least. ]

[ignoreher]

The perfect person to teach me.

[ monstrosity of the sea ]

[glub]

id argue i might be the worst
its like asking someone to teach them how to breathe

[ignoreher]

It'll be fine! If I drown, I drown.

[glub]

those dun sound like good prospects
beside no one wants anyone dying in their own backyard yknow

but if you promise to be extttraaa good
i might think about it

[ignoreher]

[ what is she, five ]

I promise with cherries on top.

[ is that how that goes... ]

[glub]

[ five is generous, he'd say like two ]

kk ill really consider it then
in the meantime tho
we can put you on probation for the duration of this shopping trip lol

[ignoreher]

[ PROBATION ? WHAT HAS SHE DONE!!!!!!!! ]

I'm not allowed to buy anything?!

[glub]

you can be allowed

12 items no more [ just the amount for express checkout lanes ]

[ignoreher]

[ yay. she's gonna make him pay... ]

Deal! Where should we meet?

[ she's so excited. why... ]

[glub]

[ wow ]

hm wanna meet halfway soooo
by that one bakery on the corner

[ignoreher]

[ bread 🤤

she'll give him an OK emote before... cheating... using her super deer speed... to get to their meeting spot, making sure that she's entirely de-shifted before coming up there to wait. no cute ears to give her away this time.

...

gosh, it smells so good in there... and the pastries look so delicious from the window, too... ]

[glub]

[ hello? this isn't shikamusume...

opposite to that, rafayel takes a more leisurely approach to getting there. when he does, he can already see her peeking through the window of the bakery, and he gives a small huff. ] You do know we're going to shop for food, right?

Are you the kind of person who likes to fill up so you don't get lured into overbuying?

[ignoreher]

[ despite the fact she was expecting him to turn up, the sudden appearance makes her spin around in surprise. but that cute expression doesn't last long before her face settles to the familiar frown, poking his stomach sharply. ]

I know that! And of course! That's the only smart way to shop, Rafayel, so you can save money where it matters.

[ ... but she's still turning back to the bakery, pressing her hand against the glass. ]

And not spending it on stuff you don't need, like freshly baked rolls and fruit tarts. [ gosh, she wishes she was spending money on freshly baked rolls and fruit tarts. ] ... They smell really good though, don't they...?

[ please. she's in mourning. ]

[glub]

[ a missed opportunity to have scared her...

or so he considers briefly. ]

I didn't know you were so worried. Guess you aren't Miss Manager for nothing. [ honestly, rafayel is still becoming accustomed to the currency here. considering his wealth back in linkon city, it was relatively easy to let it slip by him here. after all, it isn't like rafayel put a lot of value into money to begin with.

still, at her words... he doesn't say anything. he just enters the bakery.

whether she follows along with him or not, he does pick up a fresh roll for her. ]

[ignoreher]

[ she's not following, but she's watching him from the window.

...

...?

that's not for her, is it? he's gonna eat it in front of her, isn't it. rafayel





is nice, actually, she can't even say he's a total jerk or mean or anything, they're friends for a reason. still, she must look pretty funny pressing against the window, curious as can be. ]

[glub]

[ he can see her from inside the store, and he can't help but laugh at how ridiculous she looks pressed up like that. after a moment, he comes back out with the one roll wrapped neatly in its paper packaging and holds it in place over he head, his wrist resting on top of it....

just to be annoying. ]

You know, I don't think even the paparazzi have got that desperate when following me.

[ignoreher]

[ hello??? give her that roll if it's for her... she is too mature to jump for it unfortunately, but her hands do come up to take it. gimme. ]

Then they're clearly not dedicated enough. I've heard tales [ from gebura ] that they'd hide in trash cans just for a single shot of their target, you know?

[glub]

In the trash cans? [ ... ]

How would you know that? [ how does one... find out? do they just pop out of like a "gotcha!" moment? he seems to be mulling over this as he's now gently releasing the bread into her hands now.

he really does feel like he's feeding a small animal here. ]

[ignoreher]

[ yaaaaaaaaaay yesssssssss bread... he'll feel even more like he is as she chomps into it, humming softly. so good. ]

One of my coworkers was pretty famous in her heyday. [ picking off pieces now... she'll offer one that's not been near her mouth. ] She'd always complain about it.

[glub]

[ for some reason, he's already picturing her to be some type of former idol? it would explain away some of how malkuth seemed to comfortable as her role as a manager here, at least. but, he also doesn't press it further.

a librarian who was a former idol... seemed like they would be popular, actually. absently, he's taking a bite of the piece of bread she holds out, nipping down on the edge to pull it closer to him first. ]

Then should I be glad I didn't have it that bad? Or should I be scared that I have you instead?

[ not him treating her like a stalker. ]

[ignoreher]

You should be happy to have me instead. I'm an excellent bodyguard, remember?

[ stalker schmalker. she'll tear off another bit for herself, bumping him slightly with her shoulder. ]

Let's go, buddy. I'll kick any cans that start to shake.