[He deletes several strings of text that he was about to send, mostly questions. The stupidest one of all, just a stray lingering thought from the snottier recesses of his mind, sniveling, foolish-
Perhaps not, but it's only proper that I let you know. I'm not in the habit of leaving favors unfinished.
She did, yes. I think it would be very difficult to not be happy to receive such a thoughtful gift. But I wasn't expecting such similarities between her and the figurine.
[ she doesn't say that to mean she doesn't believe him, but that the whole concept of "damsels in distress" is rather foreign to her. all the women in shinobu's life are strong and resilient; they wear their sorrows and loss with grace and dignity. each time they are beaten, they pick themselves up again and again.
the world is not kind enough to save everyone and demons do not discriminate against age nor gender. shedding weakness becomes not only a desire, it is a necessity. ]
I think you conveyed what you needed to. I believe she understands the sentiment.
I suppose it depends. My work has been a large part of my life back home; I don't do well with being idle. Organizing the welcome committee was my attempt to give me something to put my focus in, with the added benefit of it being somewhat related to the work I did previously.
( it had taken marcos a few days to get the resources together but once he'd gathered up some paint and wood, he reconnected with simon and picked a place to meet to drop it off.
he thinks he might have too much for just miniatures but marcos guesses that he could just make a lot of miniatures if that's the case.
marcos is a little early so he just leans against a nearby wall and waits. )
This disgusting little hobby of his, benign as it may seem, is his way of enforcing control in situations he can't predict. Simon has had barely a foot set in reality nearly his entire life, as everything he has known has been constructed, warped, and twisted.
Mostly by Simon himself.]
Hey there, partner! Marcos, right?
[He raises a hand and flashes a smile in greeting, clad in army-print cargo shorts and a black hoodie. The hood is up, despite the heat.]
It's me! Simon. Dunno if you'd remember my name.
[Yes he would, asshole? That's how he contacted you in the first place... Stop trying to sound humble.
Upon first glance, Simon would have to say that he's impressed. This guy is an adult, the kind of person that Grace wouldn't trust, but Simon isn't quite as keen on that rule as she is. Marcos has proved incredibly useful so far, and useful adults like this could easily be milked for all their worth. He may hate being called a child, but the sad kid angle has gotten him many favors since he touched down in this place.]
Wow! That's quite the arts n' crafts arsenal you've got over here.
Well, I don't really use it for arts and crafts but I can spare some and if you're going to put them to good use —
( he glances down at the supplies he's brought before he looks back at simon, pushing away from the wall. )
You caught me on a good day. I had some spare stuff that I'm not going to use in my projects. Hope you can put it to good use and make...an army of minatures.
[Simon may have his best Nice Guy face on, but make no mistake, he is studying Marcos in every respect. The guy is the picture of what Simon would peg as masculine in his mind, and that's enviable for someone who has been chasing that image for a decade, though it's never quite been in reach.
>Threat level: Medium
He laughs, the sound bubbly, saccharine. In all fairness, his joy is real, not entirely a farce.]
Well, what can I say? You're my hero!
[In a way, Marcos is.
Finally, this will give Simon an outlet, a domain for him to have complete command over.]
Sounds like you've got a lots to do, pal. I appreciate you goin' through all this trouble for little old me.
Is this a busy day for ya?
[Is there more that he can take, is what he wants to know.
Oh, this? This is more than enough, buddy! This'll keep me busy for a couple of months at least.
[Stewing in your emotions instead of breaking things, scheming nefariously, or lashing out at people? Wow, sounds healthy. Simon has no idea what that's like.]
And hey, if that's the case- Do you mind if I ask you a few questions? I'm still tryin' to get myself to stand on my own two feet here.
But everybody I've met has been such a great help so far! Not sure how I feel about the whole Displaced thing, I mean, like, can we talk about that name for a second? Gloom and doom much, am I right?
[He may be putting on his best phony voice, but Simon continues to prattle on because a part of him does legitimately miss trading barbs with his best friend. Introverted as he is, he does miss people.
If it were up to me, I'd at least have gone with somethin' cooler. Don't get me wrong! It definitely stinks bein' in this situation, but y'know what they say! Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
[Yeah, if he sounds to chipper about that it's because... Yeah.]
Oh! Um, so, there's a big group of us 'round here, that much I know.
Is there, like... Any kind of organized system to keep people together? Like, a hierarchy! Ranks, or maybe even, I dunno...
[Lance typically informs Nate and/or Wade before coming over to visit, but he decides not to bother this time; it's less about seeing anyone--Nate probably still needs some space to deal with the whole Sam issue, and Lance likes Wade but is not exactly up for that level of social gregariousness--and more about leaving them desserts that Lance doesn't need.
Stress baking is not the worst coping mechanism in the world, but it does lead to a ridiculous amount of baked goods.
So Lance lets himself in, Nate having added him to access list some time ago, but he only makes it about a step in the door before he realizes there's someone here. That isn't a surprise--two people live here, after all, with potentially Sam returning--but it does give him pause, not wanting to startle anyone, and so he ventures a tentative--]
Wow, it sucks to be shacking it up with all these social butterflies when you're an introverted teenager who prefers miniatures and fantasy novels to real human conversation. Simon gets up from his spot on the floor, the short blond haircut a dead giveaway of his recent arrival, though it's grown out just a tad. He is wearing pink rubber gloves and Wade's accursed Grill Daddy apron, because unfortunately, that's all they have. While there is a sponge in Simon's left hand, he reaches over the countertop and grabs a blade from the knife rack with his right, pointing it in Lance's direction threateningly.]
Intruder! State your name and purpose for being here.
[Okay, this is... Nothing about this is what he expected. He couldn't tell exactly who was here due to the angle of the kitchen counter, just sensed a presence, and he presumed it was someone who typically lives here but... What even...?
Lance furrows his eyebrows, attention flickering to the knife, then Simon's face, then back; this is clearly a recent arrival, but not one he recognizes. And he's... Cleaning? But also so quick to jump to threats? It's a lot all at once, and Lance is torn between a few different ways to handle the situation, but right now there's quite a bit of distance between them and so he takes a cautious but not particularly deferential approach.]
Do Nate and Wade know you're here?
[Just gonna ignore the demands entirely, because he's not interested in giving the impression that he can be intimidated into doing anything.]
[That... Is said less like a twelve-year old who wants to be a Stormtrooper and more like... An actual twelve-year old.]
Wade's got a machete and at least two katanas. You think it'd be a good idea to let randos in with that kinda dangerous stuff layin' around?
[Simon tries to piece things together. Wade had only told him about one roommate, but as far as he knew, there were three rooms and the third had yet to have a person walk in or out of it.]
[Nothing about that response indicates whoever this is is lying, so Lance frowns a little and is about to follow up with a question of who he is, but then Simon asks if he lives here as well and Lance can't help but scrunch his nose slightly at the thought.]
No. I definitely don't live here.
[What a wild time that would be. But okay, he's getting a better idea of the situation if this is a new arrival and someone Wade and Nate know is here; one of both of them must've offered to let him stay with them. So he decides now is an okay time to explain more, and offers--]
[He tilts his head at that. He had scoured the network before asking those questions via text, and so he's almost positive-]
Lance... Sweets?
[Simon blinks several times, his eyes growing wide. Lance will notice a sharp change in his demeanor. The boy's shoulders loosen up and hunch down a peg.
He points to himself with the spongey-hand, voice losing all edge and attitude. Simon even gets a few suds on his apron because he's so startled.]
Simon.
Um, Laurent. It's me.
[He waves!!! Oh no. A soft, meek little gesture. The knife is being placed back where it had previously been residing.]
Wow. You look a lot different than I thought you would... Though come to think of it-
[The words are getting less attention from Lance than the gestures and body language are, but they're at least good signs and as soon as the knife is put away Lance relaxes a little and allows the actual content of what's being said to catch up and process.
And suddenly things are explained as he realizes who this is, raising his eyebrows slightly and giving a faintly amused expression at those comments.]
I get that a lot.
[That he looks different than expected. Only it really varies in what way, with Simon's admission of not knowing what he expected being one of them, so he takes that in stride as he wanders a few more careful steps into the apartment toward the kitchen table. His sneakers light up blue and green in little flashing patterns as he walks, and as he sets a plastic container on the table he offers a small smile in Simon's direction.]
[Guess who is getting closer because... He is excited to put a face to a name. Simon may not have many people he considers friends, but the few he does? He is wholly loyal to.]
Did you install the zippy-sparky mods all by yourself or did they just come like that?
[He means the lights.]
And oh! It's nice to meet you too.
[Actually nice to meet you.
Not just a platitude like the many times Simon has said that phrase since he got here.]
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I'm happy to report that Glimmer has accepted your gift.
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you uh
didn't need to tell me that tho
[He sweats.]
seriously!
[He deletes several strings of text that he was about to send, mostly questions. The stupidest one of all, just a stray lingering thought from the snottier recesses of his mind, sniveling, foolish-
Does she like me?
Of course not. She shouldn't even know his name.]
but now that ya mention it
did she... seem happy about it? like at all?
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I'm not in the habit of leaving favors unfinished.
She did, yes.
I think it would be very difficult to not be happy to receive such a thoughtful gift.
But I wasn't expecting such similarities between her and the figurine.
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the whole damsels in distress thing is... pretty... old school?
[wow shinobu can u see this Nice Guy bullshittery? simon laurent at it again s m h]
a-ah! not that she's a damsel, or in distress, or anything like that it's just
it made things easier if i just had it look
[Like her.]
like that
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[ she doesn't say that to mean she doesn't believe him, but that the whole concept of "damsels in distress" is rather foreign to her. all the women in shinobu's life are strong and resilient; they wear their sorrows and loss with grace and dignity. each time they are beaten, they pick themselves up again and again.
the world is not kind enough to save everyone and demons do not discriminate against age nor gender. shedding weakness becomes not only a desire, it is a necessity. ]
I think you conveyed what you needed to.
I believe she understands the sentiment.
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yeah, it's pretty dumb! the strongest person i know is a girl
well, that i know in person, anyway
[Technically, the strongest person he knows of is the True Conductor, but Grace is up there.
Admirably and frustratingly so.]
you think so?
[Simon isn't even entirely sure what Glimmer was supposed to think.
He had a feeling, a compulsion to do this, and as far as he was concerned that was it.]
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It'd be difficult to ignore the effort you put into it, but that's the beauty of handmade gifts.
If you make any more in the future, I'd love to see them.
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oh, sure!
once i find a place to stay, i can send you pics n stuff
[No! Don't make ur creepy little hobby seem wholesome... u rat]
is there anything you do to make things you know
[don't say it don't say it don't say it]
feel a lil less crazayyy???
ahahahaHA
k
never typin that again
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[ as for the second part, ]
I suppose it depends.
My work has been a large part of my life back home; I don't do well with being idle.
Organizing the welcome committee was my attempt to give me something to put my focus in, with the added benefit of it being somewhat related to the work I did previously.
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he thinks he might have too much for just miniatures but marcos guesses that he could just make a lot of miniatures if that's the case.
marcos is a little early so he just leans against a nearby wall and waits. )
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This disgusting little hobby of his, benign as it may seem, is his way of enforcing control in situations he can't predict. Simon has had barely a foot set in reality nearly his entire life, as everything he has known has been constructed, warped, and twisted.
Mostly by Simon himself.]
Hey there, partner! Marcos, right?
[He raises a hand and flashes a smile in greeting, clad in army-print cargo shorts and a black hoodie. The hood is up, despite the heat.]
It's me! Simon. Dunno if you'd remember my name.
[Yes he would, asshole? That's how he contacted you in the first place... Stop trying to sound humble.
Upon first glance, Simon would have to say that he's impressed. This guy is an adult, the kind of person that Grace wouldn't trust, but Simon isn't quite as keen on that rule as she is. Marcos has proved incredibly useful so far, and useful adults like this could easily be milked for all their worth. He may hate being called a child, but the sad kid angle has gotten him many favors since he touched down in this place.]
Wow! That's quite the arts n' crafts arsenal you've got over here.
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( he glances down at the supplies he's brought before he looks back at simon, pushing away from the wall. )
You caught me on a good day. I had some spare stuff that I'm not going to use in my projects. Hope you can put it to good use and make...an army of minatures.
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>Threat level: Medium
He laughs, the sound bubbly, saccharine. In all fairness, his joy is real, not entirely a farce.]
Well, what can I say? You're my hero!
[In a way, Marcos is.
Finally, this will give Simon an outlet, a domain for him to have complete command over.]
Sounds like you've got a lots to do, pal. I appreciate you goin' through all this trouble for little old me.
Is this a busy day for ya?
[Is there more that he can take, is what he wants to know.
At least in terms of information.]
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( a day where nothing really happens and he stews in his own emotions. because that's how he rolls these days. )
This enough for you? I won't be able to consistently give you stuff but I had some extra.
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[Stewing in your emotions instead of breaking things, scheming nefariously, or lashing out at people? Wow, sounds healthy. Simon has no idea what that's like.]
And hey, if that's the case- Do you mind if I ask you a few questions? I'm still tryin' to get myself to stand on my own two feet here.
But everybody I've met has been such a great help so far! Not sure how I feel about the whole Displaced thing, I mean, like, can we talk about that name for a second? Gloom and doom much, am I right?
[He may be putting on his best phony voice, but Simon continues to prattle on because a part of him does legitimately miss trading barbs with his best friend. Introverted as he is, he does miss people.
His person most of all.]
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( he's not much of a fan either but it works well enough. so, he shrugs. )
What kind of questions do you have?
( he's been here long enough that he can probably help him out. )
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[Yeah, if he sounds to chipper about that it's because... Yeah.]
Oh! Um, so, there's a big group of us 'round here, that much I know.
Is there, like... Any kind of organized system to keep people together? Like, a hierarchy! Ranks, or maybe even, I dunno...
[Simon's voice sounds so soft, serene.]
A leader?
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Stress baking is not the worst coping mechanism in the world, but it does lead to a ridiculous amount of baked goods.
So Lance lets himself in, Nate having added him to access list some time ago, but he only makes it about a step in the door before he realizes there's someone here. That isn't a surprise--two people live here, after all, with potentially Sam returning--but it does give him pause, not wanting to startle anyone, and so he ventures a tentative--]
Anyone home?
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[A visitor, a guest.
Wow, it sucks to be shacking it up with all these social butterflies when you're an introverted teenager who prefers miniatures and fantasy novels to real human conversation. Simon gets up from his spot on the floor, the short blond haircut a dead giveaway of his recent arrival, though it's grown out just a tad. He is wearing pink rubber gloves and Wade's accursed Grill Daddy apron, because unfortunately, that's all they have. While there is a sponge in Simon's left hand, he reaches over the countertop and grabs a blade from the knife rack with his right, pointing it in Lance's direction threateningly.]
Intruder! State your name and purpose for being here.
And then... Begone.
[Simon squints further, as if to make a point.]
The tiles still need to be washed.
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Lance furrows his eyebrows, attention flickering to the knife, then Simon's face, then back; this is clearly a recent arrival, but not one he recognizes. And he's... Cleaning? But also so quick to jump to threats? It's a lot all at once, and Lance is torn between a few different ways to handle the situation, but right now there's quite a bit of distance between them and so he takes a cautious but not particularly deferential approach.]
Do Nate and Wade know you're here?
[Just gonna ignore the demands entirely, because he's not interested in giving the impression that he can be intimidated into doing anything.]
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[That... Is said less like a twelve-year old who wants to be a Stormtrooper and more like... An actual twelve-year old.]
Wade's got a machete and at least two katanas. You think it'd be a good idea to let randos in with that kinda dangerous stuff layin' around?
[Simon tries to piece things together. Wade had only told him about one roommate, but as far as he knew, there were three rooms and the third had yet to have a person walk in or out of it.]
Don't tell me you live here too.
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No. I definitely don't live here.
[What a wild time that would be. But okay, he's getting a better idea of the situation if this is a new arrival and someone Wade and Nate know is here; one of both of them must've offered to let him stay with them. So he decides now is an okay time to explain more, and offers--]
I'm a friend of theirs. My name is Lance.
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[He tilts his head at that. He had scoured the network before asking those questions via text, and so he's almost positive-]
Lance... Sweets?
[Simon blinks several times, his eyes growing wide. Lance will notice a sharp change in his demeanor. The boy's shoulders loosen up and hunch down a peg.
He points to himself with the spongey-hand, voice losing all edge and attitude. Simon even gets a few suds on his apron because he's so startled.]
Simon.
Um, Laurent. It's me.
[He waves!!! Oh no. A soft, meek little gesture. The knife is being placed back where it had previously been residing.]
Wow. You look a lot different than I thought you would... Though come to think of it-
[A beat.]
I don't know what I thought you'd look like.
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And suddenly things are explained as he realizes who this is, raising his eyebrows slightly and giving a faintly amused expression at those comments.]
I get that a lot.
[That he looks different than expected. Only it really varies in what way, with Simon's admission of not knowing what he expected being one of them, so he takes that in stride as he wanders a few more careful steps into the apartment toward the kitchen table. His sneakers light up blue and green in little flashing patterns as he walks, and as he sets a plastic container on the table he offers a small smile in Simon's direction.]
It's nice to actually meet you in person, Simon.
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[Guess who is getting closer because... He is excited to put a face to a name. Simon may not have many people he considers friends, but the few he does? He is wholly loyal to.]
Did you install the zippy-sparky mods all by yourself or did they just come like that?
[He means the lights.]
And oh! It's nice to meet you too.
[Actually nice to meet you.
Not just a platitude like the many times Simon has said that phrase since he got here.]
Like, for real, 'n everything.
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