[ As soon as he opens the door enough, she immediately steps inside, even though it puts her quite close to Garry. Though as usual, she doesn't seem to think of this as awkward, and just motions towards the door for him to close it. ]
Of course not! I would have called, but I thought it would be quicker to just come over...
[ She looks back to Garry with a small smile ]
Hey, but since Solomon and Charles stepped out for a while... Can I stay with you? It's boring alone.
[ he's used to it by now, for better or worse - all the closeness gets out of him is a mumbled 'ah' and a lean backwards as he shuffles around her to close the door again. It's a relief to hear that she hasn't come with more bad news. In the past, that's been a bit of a precedent for her unannounced visits. ]
It's fine! I'd much rather see you than see a creepy scientist waiting for me. [ true facts. ] But to answer your question... of course you can. I'm not doing anything other than hiding here...
[ Garry, hiding? Shocker. He starts to move towards the kitchen area of the room after giving her a smile and a nod. ]
What are those two up to? Are you all right? -- Do you want some tea? Or, er, if you need blood, we can...
[ Diva follows behind him, but she shrugs to his question in return with a half apologetic smile. ]
Oh, I'm fine! Charles and Solomon went out to go find one of those creepy scientists, but I didn't feel like going with them. [ She was almost certainly invited, but her fear of doctors overcame her love of torture, for once. ]
But tea would be good, if you have any! Solomon let me drink from him yesterday, so I'm okay with blood for now.
[ garry will take this moment to briefly thank god, buddha, satan, abraham lincoln, and any other benign spirits who might have prevented Diva from going off to engage in more pointless violence... ]
R... Right. Tea it is, then. [ let's not think about torture. He's running low on water after hiding out most of the day, but he has enough for tea, at least. He thinks. While he moves about to put the water on, he asks another question. ] You can drink the blood of other Chiropterans, too?
[ She nods with a smile that, as usual, is too cheerful for the topic at hand ]
I can. It's not as filling, but it's alright. Amshel and James are my favorites for how they taste, but Solomon is really good too. Charles isn't bad either, but I'm always afraid of taking too much, since he's so little, you know?
[ hearing her talk about people like pastries is still a little unnerving, but since she needs it to survive - and she's not actually killing anyone by doing it - it's fine, right? Right. ]
Huh. I would have guessed you could only eat humans... I suppose that's just how the stories always go.
Well, they were human once, you know? So maybe that's why... I never really thought about it before.
[ Not that she seems to particularly care, since as soon as Garry's hands are free, she'll close the distance between them so that she can cling to his arm as is her habit by now. ]
There's a lot in stories that isn't like us at all.
[ goodness, woman, he's trying to do something here!! well, not really, since it's not like making tea - especially shitty Haven tea - requires much attention, but still - he seems very mildly flustered by her sudden touchy-feeliness. Not that it's anything new. ]
I-it sure seems that way. Er, are you all right? [ DO YOU NEED A CUDDLE ... IS SOMETHING WRONG ]
Huh? I'm fine... Just bored, I guess... [ She seems to think about that as she glances to the side, but then back up to him ] Why? Does it seem like someone is wrong?
No, no! You seem fine! I just thought maybe... [ she was looking for comfort. But no, she just likes being close to people - she told him that much before. Garry shakes his head dismissively. ] Well, nevermind. Don't worry about it. I'm pretty bored, myself...
[ aside from being terrified of the Yao agents stalking around outside, that is. However, it turns out that hiding out in your room all day isn't a particularly enriching experience. ]
I lost all my sewing materials back when the apartment collapsed, and I still haven't managed to get most of what I need back, so I've just been sitting here...
[ It's really just the first thing that comes to mind, for her, honestly... She's the ever-spoiled princess, so of course she'd pick ballroom dancing first. Diva nods enthusiastically, apparently liking her own idea quite a lot. ]
Yes! I could teach you, then. It's really fun. I used to dance all the time, but it became pretty unfashionable, you know? Which I don't understand, because it's wonderful... [ But before she starts talking like a grandma, she stops herself, at least. ] Can we?
[ it's okay Garry's being called a grandpa in another thread, they can be old together. He looks hesitant at first, biting his lip and seeming to mull it over - his first instinct is to say 'no, I can't dance' or 'I'll embarrass myself,' but, honestly, they're not very good excuses. It's not like there's anything better to do - might as well pick up a new skill. Besides, it's not like anyone will see them. ]
Well... All right. [ he turns from her a bit to slide open one of the rickety drawers in the kitchen area, pulling out a beaten-up looking packet containing a teabag, which he lowers into the slowly-boiling water as he speaks. ] Why not? I'll try not to step on your feet too much.
[ Diva is actually surprised he agreed, considering what a stick in the mud he tends to be (by her definition, at least). So when he agrees, she looks positively elated, and also steps back to walk back into the sparse living room. ]
Hey, that's great, Garry! I thought you might say no... I'll just make room here! I can move furniture, right? [ Though it's almost pointless that she asked, since she's already moving to pick up the couch and move it ]
[ crossing his arms defensively! He doesn't want to be judged by Diva, of all people. Between the two of them, he's clearly the more average... right? ]
Not people like me! Maybe some rich people still hold balls like that... But even at school dances, nobody does any waltzing or anything.
[ She sets down the chair with a "hmph," but the area is at least clear enough to be something resembling a (small) dance floor. It's not exactly the grand ballrooms that Diva is used to, but ah, well. ]
I really don't understand it... It's so pretty and elegant, you think it would be timeless! Like opera, that isn't fashionable anymore either, for some reason.
[ rude!! She puffs out a cheek childishly in response, and then retaliates by walking forward to grab his arm and tug him along to her makeshift dancefloor. ]
It is, Garry! The times changing is awful, since I can never keep up with it, you know...
It'll be fine! It's not like we're going anywhere.
[ It's like five feet, goodness. But she's also not ready to start teaching yet, since she has a point to make. ]
And of course I would admit to it. It's even worse for me, you know, since right when I get the hang of a certain era, I'd have to go to sleep, then start all over again thirty years later. It's so annoying! Especially with how much my Chevalier move around, so I have to know everything before I'm even allowed to go out with them.
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Of course not! I would have called, but I thought it would be quicker to just come over...
[ She looks back to Garry with a small smile ]
Hey, but since Solomon and Charles stepped out for a while... Can I stay with you? It's boring alone.
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It's fine! I'd much rather see you than see a creepy scientist waiting for me. [ true facts. ] But to answer your question... of course you can. I'm not doing anything other than hiding here...
[ Garry, hiding? Shocker. He starts to move towards the kitchen area of the room after giving her a smile and a nod. ]
What are those two up to? Are you all right? -- Do you want some tea? Or, er, if you need blood, we can...
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Oh, I'm fine! Charles and Solomon went out to go find one of those creepy scientists, but I didn't feel like going with them. [ She was almost certainly invited, but her fear of doctors overcame her love of torture, for once. ]
But tea would be good, if you have any! Solomon let me drink from him yesterday, so I'm okay with blood for now.
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R... Right. Tea it is, then. [ let's not think about torture. He's running low on water after hiding out most of the day, but he has enough for tea, at least. He thinks. While he moves about to put the water on, he asks another question. ] You can drink the blood of other Chiropterans, too?
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I can. It's not as filling, but it's alright. Amshel and James are my favorites for how they taste, but Solomon is really good too. Charles isn't bad either, but I'm always afraid of taking too much, since he's so little, you know?
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Huh. I would have guessed you could only eat humans... I suppose that's just how the stories always go.
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[ Not that she seems to particularly care, since as soon as Garry's hands are free, she'll close the distance between them so that she can cling to his arm as is her habit by now. ]
There's a lot in stories that isn't like us at all.
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I-it sure seems that way. Er, are you all right? [ DO YOU NEED A CUDDLE ... IS SOMETHING WRONG ]
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Huh? I'm fine... Just bored, I guess... [ She seems to think about that as she glances to the side, but then back up to him ] Why? Does it seem like someone is wrong?
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[ aside from being terrified of the Yao agents stalking around outside, that is. However, it turns out that hiding out in your room all day isn't a particularly enriching experience. ]
I lost all my sewing materials back when the apartment collapsed, and I still haven't managed to get most of what I need back, so I've just been sitting here...
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Well, let's do something fun, then! We could... [ There's another hum, then her expression brightens ] Oh, what about dancing? Do you like dancing?
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Er... You mean like ballroom dancing? I can't say I've ever really tried it.
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Yes! I could teach you, then. It's really fun. I used to dance all the time, but it became pretty unfashionable, you know? Which I don't understand, because it's wonderful... [ But before she starts talking like a grandma, she stops herself, at least. ] Can we?
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Well... All right. [ he turns from her a bit to slide open one of the rickety drawers in the kitchen area, pulling out a beaten-up looking packet containing a teabag, which he lowers into the slowly-boiling water as he speaks. ] Why not? I'll try not to step on your feet too much.
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Hey, that's great, Garry! I thought you might say no... I'll just make room here! I can move furniture, right? [ Though it's almost pointless that she asked, since she's already moving to pick up the couch and move it ]
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Yes, go ahead... [ he trails off, staring as she casually picks up an entire couch. One day, he'll get used to these things. Maybe. ]
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You really don't know any steps at all, though? Not even a waltz?
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-- Huh? Oh, uh, no! I don't. Dancing like that is sort of a niche interest back where I'm from.
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[ She peeks over one of the armchairs, and even though you can really only see her eyes with how she's carrying it, she's clearly judging. So hard. ]
How can that be niche? It's just dancing! Everyone dances.
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Not people like me! Maybe some rich people still hold balls like that... But even at school dances, nobody does any waltzing or anything.
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[ She sets down the chair with a "hmph," but the area is at least clear enough to be something resembling a (small) dance floor. It's not exactly the grand ballrooms that Diva is used to, but ah, well. ]
I really don't understand it... It's so pretty and elegant, you think it would be timeless! Like opera, that isn't fashionable anymore either, for some reason.
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[ garry pauses, then smiles, raising an eyebrow teasingly. ]
But I can imagine it's pretty rough for an old-timer like you, Diva.
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It is, Garry! The times changing is awful, since I can never keep up with it, you know...
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I never thought you'd admit to it! Ah -- but, er, the tea... [ he says even as he lets himself be dragged along. ]
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[ It's like five feet, goodness. But she's also not ready to start teaching yet, since she has a point to make. ]
And of course I would admit to it. It's even worse for me, you know, since right when I get the hang of a certain era, I'd have to go to sleep, then start all over again thirty years later. It's so annoying! Especially with how much my Chevalier move around, so I have to know everything before I'm even allowed to go out with them.
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