jealousy, turning saints into the sea

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

Who: bullet_dance and black_onslaught
What: It's Ragna's birthday!?
When: March 3rd; afternoon.
Where: The fountain, I guess.
Summary: Making up!? Ragna and Noel grow up a little!
Rating: G or PG


[It's been about a day or so now after the draft, and Noel's been taking her time to settle back into her normal schedule... or rather, what she's trying to grow accustomed to since staying at House 48. How long has it been now? A week? She may be overstaying her welcome, she thinks, so it may be time to leave soon. But where does Noel go?

... Probably back to what she was doing right before Tsubaki offered her a place to stay. Well. That's... mostly fine. Maybe Noel can just settle in one place. Anyhow, she's out and about walking Sol. The weather's progressively getting warmer, thankfully, so it seemed like a good idea for Noel to take him out. It's not like she's been able to spend time with him since the draft.

But she'll probably return to the house in a while. For now, she'll let Sol lead the way. who's walking who?

...]

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[black-onslaught.livejournal.com]

[If he knew what she was thinking of trying to do for him, he'd object. But he can't read minds, so hearing her say that is just something of relief for him. It puts his mind at ease, and it's like he just managed to finally overcome a hurdle.

He's trying not to smile/smirk right now. It would ruin it all.] ... Are you sure?

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[It's not like she's doing this entirely for him (well, maybe a little) -- don't get her wrong, she wants this, too, but... she's just worried. Really worried.]

Of course I am. I'm just... [...] I'm really sorry this all happened.

[black-onslaught.livejournal.com]

[This is the part where Ragna finally waves a hand at Noel dismissively. It seems like things were finally going the right way, though it might be rough from here on out. Ragna could deal with that.]

I said don't apologize about it. It's not like I helped things along.

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[Could he really?]

Still, I-- [...sigh] Okay.

[black-onslaught.livejournal.com]

[He'll give it one hell of a shot, at the very least.]

... [He feels like he should change to subject to keep the conversation from sinking into something more depressing.] Where have you been staying?

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

I-I've been staying with Tsubaki and Miss Litchi for a while. [And Tao. And Thirteen.

No, she won't be mentioning what she was doing before. :|]

[black-onslaught.livejournal.com]

Tsubaki, huh? [He's curious as to how she's dealing with the aftermath of what happened during Valentine's week, but he won't bother asking Noel. It's something better left unknown, since he'd probably just get pissed off.

More pissed off than before about the whole thing, too.] Better than the street, I guess.

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

I-It is. [Well, it's not like it was necessarily living outside, but.]

...but I have to admit, it's a little strange. These last few weeks... a lot of people kept asking about you. [More than usual, anyway.] It's like I couldn't avoid thinking about you.

[black-onslaught.livejournal.com]

[Should they start walking back home or something? Maybe she even had to go pick up stuff form Tsubaki's place. This bridge is getting eerie.]

Really? Who asked about me? [THAT'S SUSPICIOUS.]

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[Can they please get off the bridge? 8| Not that Noel has anything to pick up at Tsubaki's, but it's best to see her again to let her know soon anyway.]

Just a few people you already know. [Tsubaki, Nami, Lilly, Brook...

...Brook.] O-Oh! And... Brook wanted to know if you wanted to join us for another... tea party.

[black-onslaught.livejournal.com]

[Yes, please. He'll even start by walking off the bridge back towards the village, though a little slowly to make sure Noel was following.

... Well, it's easy to see that Brook was one of those people, but Noel still really didn't answer the question. Oh, and then there's the reaction of what.] Another-- Are you pulling my leg?

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[She follows, dragging Sol with her. Or maybe it's Sol dragging her because he likes following Ragna around.]

Of course not! We just spoke about it yesterday. [...] I think it's a good idea.

[black-onslaught.livejournal.com]

Another tea party. Really. [He only did it the first time because he was stuck in her room thanks to a blizzard. Why was scaling the side of a building for high ground a good idea again?]

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

W-Well, to be fair, it's not like you didn't enjoy the last one.

[At her expense.]

[black-onslaught.livejournal.com]

[Oho.] So, let me guess. He wants to have another nice little tea party, complete with Mr. Bear and whatever other stuffed animals happen to show up?

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[sjgdgHJGjgHJnv] N-N-No! He wants to invite real people this time!

A-And...! [...] It's Mrs.

[black-onslaught.livejournal.com]

Yeah, whatever you say. I'll give it a shot. [Only because this is entertaining, a nice change from the prior conversation, and Brook is a... decent guy once you get past the skeleton thing.

And it's totally a guy bear.]

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

... Really? [Shut up, it's a girl.]

[black-onslaught.livejournal.com]

Yeah, why not? Couldn't hurt to see how it goes. [You are referred to Ragna's previous opinion on the matter.]

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[...]

Great! I'll let him know about it as soon as I can, then.

[black-onslaught.livejournal.com]

Go nuts. [That was awfully enthusiastic for a tea party hosted by a skeleton, Noel.

... And moments later, they are back where they started. Which is right next to the fallen ice cream cone, which catches Ragna's attention. Yes, he's staring at a fallen ice cream cone that he lost awhile ago. What a waste.]

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[Noel has to hold Sol back again so he doesn't start eating the cone and melted cream. Bad, Sol. She notices the longing stare he gives it, making her a bit curious.]

...you know, I didn't think you'd eat that sort of stuff.

[black-onslaught.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs. No use in crying over spilled... ice cream.] I don't. I just figured I deserved a little treat today.

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[No, Ragna. It's just cream now.]

Huh? Why?

[black-onslaught.livejournal.com]

[Why? Ah, she doesn't know. No big deal.] No real reason.