(action log; open to all)

[skirtindanger]

[so, somewhere in one of the streets, there is a girl. she looks a bit confused-- and has been, for a while-- but it's fairly easy to notice she's mostly pretty frustrated. and upon holding up the "weapon" given to her on entry, she mutters one of the (many) reasons why:]

... What am I supposed to do with a fishing pole, anyway?

(ooc: aaaas a

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[skirtindanger]

[... oh

oh what]

What the-- Hey!

[broclone]

. . . hi?

[skirtindanger]

[there's a long moment of silence, like she's reluctant to speak up again]

... Jerk, don't just walk off like that. What-- ... What are you doing here?

[broclone]

[ he faces Maka, but doesn't give eye contact. ]

Do you know me?

[skirtindanger]

... It's not like I've forgotten.

[broclone]

[ there's a genuine smile on his face, now. ]

. . . I was afraid that you'd be different. Someone who had never met me before.

[skirtindanger]

Of course not.

[a beat]

I mean, this isn't how I wanted to see anyone again. But I guess we're lucky about this much.

[broclone]

What happened to you?

[skirtindanger]

... Maybe later. I don't want to think about it too much right now.

[broclone]

You can have one of my dog tags, if you want.

[skirtindanger]

-- What?

[broclone]

What?

[skirtindanger]

You need those, so don't give them away so easily!

[broclone]

I'm not that interested in playing the game.

[skirtindanger]

I wish I didn't have to either, but we need our lives back.

[broclone]

[ he opens his mouth to say something, but closes it right back. ]