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Hm?

[He gently rests a hand atop her hair, brushing a few lose strands back away from her face in the hope that it might make her more comfortable. He really doesn't envy the hangover she'll doubtless have tomorrow.]

What is it, Roxy?

[ The hangover won't be as bad as it could be, thanks to Hinata. ]

How come emptiness feels so heavy?

[He hums quietly, keeping his fingers in her hair in a kind of vague hope that it might relax her, make her feel better and less alone. It sounds like something he should be able to answer easily, something that doesn't require a real answer, but he weighs it all the same as a serious question. She deserves that much.

But that doesn't mean he won't try to make her smile by making the answer sound silly. So after a pause, a long few, quiet seconds only broken by the quiet hum of the heater below the kotatsu, the purring cats, and the quiet brush of his fingers against her hair, he finally answers,]

I guess you just have to fill the space with something lighter. You know, how an empty balloon weighs more than a balloon filled with helium?

So let's think about what we can do to make your Void a little lighter.

[ The hair brushing is so nice that she is basically purring like a meowcat, herself. She giggles and rolls onto her back, looking up at him with droopy, sleepy eyes. ]

Hehehe... like I need to be full a' more hot air. [ She appreciates him taking the time to consider her question and answer it seriously, though, which is why she adds: ] I don't think I'm supposed to, H. Idk. I've been tryin' to do that for years? Heeence the meowcats n' the booze n' the gazillion crushes.

[ She laughs again because why not life's a big fat fucking joke anyway, ]

Case in point: I'm in love again n' abso-fuckin'-lutely miserable.

[He hums again, shifting a little himself to rest more comfortably with her head on his knees, and keeps gently brushing his fingers through her hair until she tells him to stop. He doubts that she will, but hey, you never know.

It does explain the cats... excessiveness in trying to fill a space. Cats, alcohol, and love sounds like the beginnings of a terribly melodramatic romance novel serialization, but he keeps that thought to himself.

Instead, he just quirks an eyebrow down at her, trying to pretend like he doesn't have mixed feelings about her crushing on someone else. How selfish...]

Do you want to talk about it?

What's there to talk about? He's hot n' totes my type n' probs totally unavailable as per usual.

[ Granted Kon has a very good reason for not wanting a relationship. A really good one. She doesn't blame him at all. She just can't believe her own stupid luck (or lack thereof). Why's she the only one of her closest friends who has to be alone? Meeeeh...

Also, he can pet her 5ever and always, ok. ]

I keep doin' this to myself n' it's fuckin' pathetic.

Edited 2016-12-15 00:18 (UTC)

"Probs"? [he repeats, which sounds a little weird coming out of his mouth, but okay. Not that he has perfect diction or anything, but he doesn't tend to use that kind of slang.]

Have... you tried asking him? The Roxy I know wouldn't admit defeat without at least trying first, right?

[He says, speaking from experience.]

Yeah 'cuz look how far tryin' has gotten me.

[ Roxy heaves a great, melodramatic sigh because she's trying to make light of it and be funny, but she's seriously just. Tired of trying when it comes to love? Maybe she's supposed to be lonely, the same way she's supposed to be empty, because fate and Paradox Space and yadda yadda yadda. ]

[Yadda yadda yadda Hinata doesn't hold with any of that shit. He very lightly flicks the center of her forehead, leaning down so she can't help but look at him if she wants to keep her head positioned how it is. Fate is bullshit.

The look he's giving her is saying exactly that.]

[ Get outta here with that look, u assbutt!! She pushes at him to get him out of her face because she knows what it means but she's not going to fall for it, nosiree nope not doin' it! ]

His girlfriend died before he came here, okay.

[ So the fact that she is even having this conversation feeling sorry for herself make her feel so, so very selfish. Her feelings don't matter at all, as far as she's concerned. He's hurting and she will not take advantage of that no matter how badly she wants it. ]

Edited 2016-12-15 00:41 (UTC)

...

[He's silent, though he doesn't move very far once she pushes him. It hadn't been very long ago that he'd thought Hajime had died. Even if they weren't dating yet, it had still torn him apart. Even if Nanami's here right now, he still had to watch her die.

He closes his eyes.]

Two thousand, three hundred, and fifty-seven, [he says finally without opening his eyes, voice not much above a murmur.] And that was just the beginning of the Tragedy.

I don't know how long it's been for him, but people... people have to keep moving forward, toward the future, Roxy. No one wants to stay stagnant and think there's nothing to gain by pushing ahead.

[He opens his eyes and gently pokes her forehead again.]

Even if you just want to let him know that you're there for him... that might be enough.

[ She is going to punch him if he keeps poking her! Fortunately she's too busy processing everything he just said to be too irritated by the pokes (she makes a mental note to ask him about this Tragedy later). This topic has her on edge, and she is frustrated to tears by her inability to cope with her own feelings. Literal tears.

She needs another drink. ]

I've humiliated myself around him enough already just tryin' to be his "friend", an' by that I mean rubbin' my thirsty ass all over him, 'cuz I'm gross.

Edited (wording, bleh) 2016-12-15 01:04 (UTC)

[No more drinks, unless it's from that water bottle, missy!]

You're not gross.

[He's going to just tug his yukata sleeve over his palm and try to wipe at her tears, if she'll let him. If not, that's fine too, he can just resume hair pets.]

You're... really passionate. And that's not a bad thing. And unless he's told you he doesn't want to be your friend... it doesn't sound like he minds. Right?

[After all, Hinata had told her straight-up that he can't keep making out with her. That has to count for something, right?]

[ As long as he doesn't mind getting makeup on his yukata, she doesn't mind at all. It feel nice. Thoughtful. What a good bean Hinata is, as always. Hearing him say she's not gross helps, too. ]

He actually... hardly never spurns my advances...

[ Her heart skips a beat thinking about it. How he flirts back, how he initiates kisses, how he goes out of his way to make her feel so special, like he did at the Halloween party... ]

[They have a washing machine now, it's fine! It's fine. And even if not, they have the Fabricator and he knows how to sew things so he'll be fine.

His lips quirk into a small, affectionate smile, and he resists the urge to poke her again.]

That doesn't sound like someone who doesn't want to be around you, does it?

Nah, but it don't mean he loves me like I love him, either. Maybe it jus' means he puts up with it for some stupid reason, like Dirk n' John n' you yourself-- [ GOD saying all those names out loud together and in one place is embarrassing?! ]-- all did. Do? Whatev.

[ She's being selfish. It's about her own feelings after all, it seems. ]

Maybe not, but you won't know unless you ask, right?

[His smile turns a little wry and self-deprecating.]

You could always just write him a note. URSULA would say it's "just like an elementary school student but more pure."

[Yet again... speaking from personal experience... But wait also-]

If I were just "putting up with you for some reason," I wouldn't have gotten out of bed to haul you out of a closet, would I?

[ Well, he has a point there. She doesn't know what he means by the rest, though, but when she actually thinks about writing him a letter... ]

Ooh noooo URSULA, there's nothin' pure 'bout what I wanna say n' do to that boy.

[ why is she like this ]

[He can't help it -- he snorts a laugh, brushing his fingers through her hair again.]

Well, think about it, at least. If there's anything I can do to help, you know I'm willing.

[Making his friend happy is so important? And also making sure she isn't pining over him that's. Also important, even though he still can't help but kind of wonder just what she's thinking about... no. He probably doesn't want to think too hard about that.]

[ Roxy twists around so she can awkwardly hug him around the waist. She squishes him tenderly, her smile firmly back in place and growing wide. She glows with all the affection she feels for this dumb good bean. ]

Jus' don't ever stop bein' so frickin' adorbs n' I'll be jus' fine.

[ She hiccups, causing her to giggle at herself. ]

[He laughs again, shaking his head and returning the hug as ably as he can. Which isn't very, considering that he's kneeling and she's pressing her face into him. He ends up just kind of draping both hands against her back.]

If you say so...

[The hiccup is cute, but it also reminds him of something important... namely, more attempts to ward off tomorrow's hangover. He reaches for the bottle of water and bumps her elbow with it.]

Have some more water, Roxy.

[ Roxy grabs the water bottle and cuddles it to her chest. At least she's done feeling sorry for herself... for now, at least. Love problems are the least of her concerns when one considers all of the bad stuff that happened this month, really, but she can't help it. She's drunk and needy. ]

But I'm so comfy. [ She whines. Sitting up to drink is just too hard. ]

Edited 2016-12-15 03:23 (UTC)

You'll thank me tomorrow, c'mon, up...

[He shifts, just enough to get a gentle grip on her arms to pull her just a little more upright before offering the water bottle. It's fine, they can go right back to cuddling after she has more water.

He almost offers to let her sleep with them in room one, but Komaeda is there, and he doesn't want a drunk/hungover Roxy being forced to deal with him in the morning.]

Then we'll get right back under the kotatsu, don't worry.

[ Probably for the best she gets no surprise Komaeda in the morning when she's feeling like shit, yeah. Roxy takes a couple gulps of water, and ends up spilling some of it onto herself, down the front of her shirt. She rolls her eyes melodramatically. ]

Check it. I am le epitomeem of class, n' also grace. Why isn't Kon all over this?

[ She cradles the water bottle in her lap. ]

It's prolly for the best. I mean, look at me. 'M a hot mess.

Edited 2016-12-18 09:51 (UTC)

La quintessence, [he corrects without really thinking about it. Kon, huh...? "Superboy"... he seemed like a decent enough sort, when Hinata had met him. He'll have to keep an eye out to make sure, though.]

I think we're all a "hot mess" in our own way, Roxy. No one here is perfect.

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