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[notsonewbie]

[Her hands go up (one still gripping her drink, of course), the smile she wears now spreading to an outright smirk. If he's going to be this stubborn about it, Meryl will just have to let him suffer the consequences. As long as she doesn't stray too far, he'll be fine.

She repeats this much out loud to him, too.]

Well, don't worry about any of that. I won't be far. [Though, she does pause to now grin. He's so fussy and so stubborn. Obviously she shouldn't be surprised at the similarities that bleed through between the twins, but sometimes it really is striking just how much they share between each other.]

There are some nice places to sit out on the balconies. Why don't you go get comfortable while I chase down some real food for us. [Is she teasing him? Of course she is. If he's comfortable with being vulnerable with her, then it only makes sense that she'd be comfortable enough to tease. There's no threat of harm — hasn't been in some time. The thought hadn't even occurred to her in months.]

The night air might even do us some good.

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( she may not know precisely what she's getting herself into with him, but he's going to be stubborn about every darn thing he can be stubborn about. one more easy way to realize that he and vash are related. maybe their level of tenacity is a plant thing? we may never know, but it's kind of funny to think about nonetheless.

besides … didn't we both put in an order for a tipsy independent? coming right up.

he's still going to wrinkle his nose at what's laid out in front of them, perhaps eventually he won't be so fussy about food, but that's still a long time coming. unless this place sees fit to start serving decent-looking healthier options. not everyone is like vash and can subsist off of half of a donut. or honeybun.

he peers down at her with barely-narrowed eyes, dipping to take another sip from his glass as he hmmms in the back of his throat. he's sensing something … ) You're making fun of me. ( there's no heat, no harshness to it at all, but a warm sort of fondness that is beginning to creep its way through him and absolutely has nothing to do with how many sips of wine he's taken! so don't even think it!

but. ) But … all right, I'll go secure a place. ( knife who says that. who says that that isn't in some sort of military branch or another. why are you like this. ) Don't, ah. ( oh no. ) Don't be gone long? ( oh no.

look. it's not cute. it's not cute at all and you had better never say as much, because he will deny it until the very end of his days, and that's going to be a very, very long time from now! so just. don't mind him shuffling off to find a nice bench or some such that is relatively barren of other people to get in the way of any private conversation that might happen … or the inevitable babysitting of a drunk plant. )

[notsonewbie]

I might be. [That smirk hasn't gone anywhere. In fact, it may even be getting larger. Her head cants to the side in a display of near impishness, her eyes wide and dancing with delight. She takes a step back, hand coming to rest on her hip as it juts out. Every bit of her posture screams playful. Ridiculous, even.

That... does shift in the slightest, though, when he keeps speaking. She pauses, teeth pulling her lower lip upward. She gives a nod, speaking much softer now. Like it's a secret to be kept between them.]

You'll barely notice I'm gone.

[Their conversations about vulnerability are never far from her mind. And while this might not be the most intimate thing he could have said to her, she holds his request close to her chest all the same.

Not that she gives herself any time to dwell on it. She takes a step back, then another, before all but rushing away. Girl's about to hunt down the greenest looking thing she can find in record time]

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( so maybe he kind of likes that she feels like she can be like this with him; open and downright playful, something he doesn't have a whole lot of experience with but is becoming more familiar with the more time he spends with her.

impishness … is a good look on her, if he's completely honest with himself. but he doesn't need to get ahead of himself, so he's going to stow those thoughts away for the time being.

she turns on her heel and all but disappears and he's left to his own devices; he steps outside, the air crisp but very pleasant on his face, perhaps because his cheeks are beginning to feel very warm — and it doesn't take him very long to find a bench set out of the way, maybe partially obscured by a bush or potted plant, and if he's ( un? )lucky, there won't be any more devil sprigs attached to them.

he sits, and he waits, and he might just take another couple of sips from his glass as he does so, letting the flavor of the wine wash over his tongue and enjoying its bittersweetness perhaps a bit too much. but maybe that's the alcohol already in his system talking, we just don't know. )

[notsonewbie]

[To her credit, Meryl is very quick about hunting down her quarry. She knows she's seen some finger sandwiches going about, and so she deftly hunts down the tray for herself. She picks some that are heavy with crisp lettuce and fresh tomatoes, as well as a cheese and meat that pairs well without being overwhelming. It seems a pleasant enough happy medium.

From there, it's just a matter of finding Nai out on the balcony. She may or may not stumble on a few canoodling Dreamers, but she apologizes quickly enough and skitters away. The longer she goes without finding him, though, the more she gets a little nervous. Hopefully, Nai hadn't looked too closely at the bunch and thought she had similar intentions.

(Strange how the thought makes her stomach twist in a not so unpleasant way. She tries not to think about that too closely, though).

When she eventually does find him, the Plant hidden behind a plant, she sets the tray of sandwiches down in front of him. Then, she does indeed carefully inspect that bush for any stray sprigs. Thankfully, they're safe for now. Any kisses shared will be freely given.

Wait. What.

Anyway. She settles down beside him, an arm's length of distance between the two to ease any tension. That doesn't keep her from leaning forward, peering at his face as she adjusts to the dimmer lighting.]

How are you feeling?