jacquesnaif:

aimless-sniper:

… Give it to Narcisse. He’ll fix it. *Oz doesn’t actually know if Narcisse could repair the suit as good as new, but the Spy would definitely take it as a challenge and try. Oz isn’t even sure why she said anything, considering her conflicted attitude towards Jac right now. Maybe her internal conflict is turning slightly in his favor.*

*She takes the compliment with a nod and dances away from Jac’s knives to the best of her ability, though not entirely gracefully. Her endurance is good, but this takes up all her concentration. That cut on his suit is probably the last solid blow she’ll be able to land for the rest of the lesson.*

*He gives a shake of his head.* Non. It…wouldn’t be zhe same. You wouldn’t understand. Zhe….suit is…no longer perfect. *Jac supposes he could have Narcisse take a look at it just to stop by and say hello, but…still.*

*As suddenly as he starts, he stops. As is easily observed, she is lacking in grace but she dodges just fine. For a moment, he lowers his weapons, leaving himself open, mumbling something about candy canes.*

Oh. It’s a style thing. *Oz has been told all about style. It’s… style.*

*When he leaves himself open she almost brings her kukri up to strike. But at the muttering about candy canes, she hesitates and jerks what could have been a clean swipe into a guard position instead, staring at him with hurt eyes. Just rub salt into her conflicted feelings, why don’t you?*

*If this is an underhanded ploy to get through her guard, she is going to start pulling out every dirty trick she knows.*

bluwanderer:

aimless-sniper:

bluwanderer:

Ah, I see. Looks like we know where ya’ get it from, then. *Chuckles slightly.* I can understand that. I’d be worried meself if I had a kid out here. Though, I must admit. This job one of the best thing to happen to me.

*At this last part, however, he seems a bit frozen, falling silent. Him, a good man? It felt odd, foreign, like something that didn’t belong in the same sentence together. Now he feels a bit of guilt, because Oz didn’t know, had never seen that other side of him. He hopes she never will.* Thank ya’, Oz. That means a lot, actually. 

Yep. I look just like her, too, except I’m taller. *proud… of both her mum and of being taller, which doesn’t happen much around here, it seems*

*sees Noah freeze* :/ *sits on the arm of his chair with her boots on the furniture probably, oh well, and hugs him again* Good. ‘Cause as far as I’m concerned it’s true.

Do ya’ now? I look nothin’ like me mother. ‘Cept her nose, maybe. *He was rather the spitting image of his father, which was probably another reason why his mother couldn’t stand to look him in the eyes. It was hard of a woman who hated his guts.*

*The next hug is a bit unexpected, but he smiles softly and accepts it, feeling a bit silly now for thinking of such things. He honestly doesn’t care how dirty the chair gets, though he might get an earful from Jac later when he finds out.* I thank ya’ again. For comin’ to talk to me as well. Just hope things get better with this Jack bloke. Let me know if he tries something, alright?

*Oh, Oz is about to make one of her odd, straight-faced jokes. She’s not sure it’s any good (it’s probably not) but it’s going to come out anyway. Like a burp or a really powerful sneeze. There’s no helping it.* So… your nose stands out, you think?

No problem. *takes her boots off the chair and absently brushes away the evidence of them being there, a habit born of helping run and clean a hotel* I will. If he tries something it’ll be exposure, and that… really wouldn’t be safe. *falls into a thoughtful silence for a moment, frowning faintly as she tries to decide who she should be more concerned about in that event, Narcisse or herself… but she returns her attention to Noah after a moment, still in okay spirits from their chat* I’ll come by again soon. Or you come to visit me? Yeah, come see Bonnibelle. She’s always interested in visitors she can climb.

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to-begin-again-jack:

aimless-sniper:

to-begin-again-jack:

No thanks. I despise the taste of peppermint. 

Oh. … Tea? I’m trying to be… amicable here.

Why are you trying to give me things?  And I doubt it’s because you want to be ‘friendly’.  

*rubs at her temples, trying to make a headache go away* I’m trying to be the opposite of antagonistic, without actually trying to be friendly. And I was going to make tea anyway. So. Tea will happen, there will be a lot of it, do you want some.

mauricemoreau:

aimless-sniper:

mauricemoreau:

No.

I am very glad you feel that way. >_<

Oh please. As if you were ever even on my mind for that type of thing.

And you know what? That’s good. That’s a good thing. Thank you.

… Today is giving me a headache.