[ What a girl, what a firecracker. He has a feeling she'll be as difficult to handle as Fujiko is when she gets older... or maybe she's already in the well-respected pantheon of "girls way out of Jigen's league". Probably that.
It seems like he still hasn't been able to shake the great misunderstanding of his marital status, so he says, albeit reluctantly (she has hopes and dreams, it's hard to shatter that): ]
I told you, I don't have a wife.
[ If anything, he's the naggy wife, but don't tell him that. This is the hardest interrogation he's ever had to deal with, and he's dealt with the mafia. ]
There's no "she" in this equation, so there's no flirting. Feel free to feel sorry for me.
[ Then who is the mysterious plus one... Jigen, the international man of mystery. ]
[Fine brows fly to damn near her hairline, her expression open and shocked, then considering. Which is just as dangerous. The rage boiling with in her at this stranger underestimating her, is awash in a sea of calm. So it was the wrong equation, huh. Well that was dumb of her, to get caught up in the details. Or to not pay attention.
Her face falls, genuine remorse in her features.]
Oh...I didn't realize. I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have assumed....he, then. Married in all but name. I don't feel sorr- well maybe a little, because you're so shy, but I'm happy for you, too! You have him.
[Genuine remorse to genuine joy! How quickly teenagers change. Enough to get whiplash.
In all his years, he's never encountered such audacity... which may actually be startling considering that half the time, him and his shitty thief are practically glued at the hip. He boggles for a moment, almost chokes on the air that he's forgotten to breathe, and points a sharp index finger at his conversation partner in the very picture of an adult who's forgotten to be mature in front of someone half his age. ]
How did your mind go there?! Is that what all you teenagers think about nowadays?!
[ He could stand to sound a little less defensive. ]
[Her brows furrow, baby blues narrow. And she has the fucking audacity to tip her head back for the effect of looking down her nose at him but it's so, so defeated because he's a damn giant. The aristocratic sniff is pretty effective, though.
And the smug glint in her eyes is over the top]
You certainly feel the need to compartmentalize teenagers today, don't you. I told you, I'm a main character-- I have no need of such categories. It's a logical leap from equation A to equation B. I don't think you'd put up with this much for a nephew or a sibling, so obviously it's a lover. Or a best friend. Or both.
[Huuuuuh, could it be one of those?]
And besides, what do you care what I think? Take a little pride in your life, man.
[ Rahzel, Boa Hancock in training. Don't crane your neck too far back, you might snap your spine.
This deduction from pint-sized Sherlock Holmes is absorbed with incredulity, a sort of distant horror that slowly creeps up accompanied by the Jaws theme. When she hits the word "lover", Jigen actually snorts and reaches inside his breast pocket for a cigarette, never mind the fact that he can't light it. It's his Linus blanket. ]
It's not a matter of pride. [ His words are slightly muffled, caught between his Pall Mall. ] You're gonna give me hives, little lady.
[ He rolls up one sleeve, shows her the goosebumps that are supposed to indicate "you're creeping me out". ]
[That's impossible, she's too damn cute to snap like a twig. Her spine is made of steel, didn't you know?
Ah yes, cue the disapproving nose wrinkle once she catches sight of the cigarette. Hands plant on her hips as she leans back.]
Then what does it matter? What does matter? [Getting right to the meat of it, you nosy little shit.] And you shouldn't smoke in here, it's disgusting. I won't share my snacks with you if you do.
[Rahzel can't contain the snort that escapes her at his remark and eyebrows raised high, she takes his wrist and turns it over] Hmmm...nope, I don't see any goosebumps! I think you're imagining things.
[she flips it back over, a manicured finger poking at his palm]
[ Seeing that he's the one that offered it in the first place, Jigen lets Rahzel inspect his hand with the meticulousness of a fortune teller, wonders if she'll notice all the scars and callouses that make maps and ridges on his skin. The cig remains unlit, functionally useless. ]
"What matters?", huh.
[ He doesn't answer, and moves right on along to her interest in his palm. Hopefully it's interesting enough that she won't go back and demand a real response. ]
[She spares not a second of her precious attention from his palm to look him in the eye as she says, matter of factly--]
Yes, what matters. The things that make you excited and make your pulse rush-- that little flip in your belly when you do something particularly stupid. The times when you get caught only to slip away again. The things that make your time matter.
[Her mouth quirks, interest highlighting her face while she traces a line with her finger.
(She does notice the scars. His life must be tough, so she's glad he has someone to watch his back.)]
Mhm! You have a very long life line. Stubbornly long. I'm not really surprised.
[ His silence should speak volumes about how he feels about divulging that— he never does— and if he does, it'd just be confirming what she said before, about his plus one being someone very much important to him. But it's not 'like', it's not 'love', either; it's something more important to him, and the fact that he's thinking about this at all is preposterous.
Her hands are a lot less smooth than he thought, worn by practice and use, but for what, he doesn't know. It's a chore, dialing back his empathy. ]
I can think of a few things.
[ He finally concedes, because she's right, he's not ashamed of it. His shoulders ease at her palm reading assessment. ]
Huh. Is that right. [ he peers down at his hand too, even if he can't tell what's what. ] How about luck, everyone always tells me that that's shoddy.
[Rahzel's gaze flickers up to his face and she smiles, then, way too bright and relieved to come from a total stranger. She doesn't have to worry about him so much, then. If he isn't alone, if he isn't being chained by anything so heavy. As long as he's light on his feet for as many times as he isn't, for as many times as someone's there to catch him in those moments.]
Then there you go! That's what matters, too. As long as you can always think about them when the going gets tough and it seems like you've lost too much screen time...that way you can keep going forward.
[Now, back to his palm. She hums again.]
It is kinda crappy, I'm sorry to say. Three blind mice would be able to see that. But you've always got a way out. You're clever and quick, and you don't get boggled down for long. It's useful.
[ For a moment he's at a loss; his brows turn downwards and his lips part just a little, just slightly enough that his Pall Mall almost slips and falls right down, down, down. Thankfully, he catches himself in time to pluck it out from between his lips. ]
—You're a strange one.
[ Wow, how rude... but he might be smiling as he tucks his cigarette back into his breast pocket, disarmed by the fact that she looks so happy. He has a feeling that she's had a tough life, but he won't patronize her by pointing that out. ]
[She loves this part the most-- catching people off guard like this, people who usually slather on paint so thickly it takes something profound to make it streak just a little. But there's none of it in his eyes, they're clear, probably, beneath the hat. She guesses, anyway.
At least he didn't litter.
Tilts her head to one side.]
You think so? I'm definitely extraordinary. A main character has to be.
[Not put off in the slightest; if anything, she just chuckles. It grows into a bubble of laughter when he caves, and she waves her hand eagerly]
Okay, me next, me next! Give me a good fortune or else~
[ A petite hand is scooped up in a palm that's twice its size, surprisingly gentle for a man that looks like he's wrangled fucking bears with his bare fingers. He's as careful with her as he is with his magnum, runs a trigger finger over the creases that shape her past, present, and future.
This should be fine— she's too young to get tangled up in the strings that he's ensnared other people in. She can be happy. ]
Hey. Stay still.
[ He says, as gruff as ever, his neck craned forward so he can make an assessment. ]
[It's kind of hard not to notice the extra care he's taken with her hand, dwarfed in his. It's a rough hand, but she knows there's plenty of kindness there, too.
Rahzel makes a little noise of assent at the request, holding her breath in wonder and excitement--]
Hey.
[Only to let it out with a huff, cheeks puffed out.]
I told you to give me a good fortune or else, didn't I? If you're gonna tell me I'm dying in seven days I'm going to be pissed.
[Though something does dawn on her]
Oh, but if it's about a pervert in my midst, then it's alright. He's sprung into existence long ago and only catches me at my weakest sometimes. I've gotten good at tenderizing meat.
[ What in the world could have happened in this girl's life to make her speak about perverts so casually... Who the hell would do something like that to a teenage girl?! Jigen is appalled, disgusted and appalled. ]
—Whoever that pervert is, he's not gonna be showing his face around here.
[ Where are her fucking parents to protect her from this??? Jigen almost deflates, but keeps it together so he can move on to his fortune telling. Best not to continue on such an unsavory subject, right... right. ]
Your hand says that you're gonna meddle in one too many lives, and you're gonna catch yourself worrying about too much.
[ A little tsk, as if to say "bad news". But he goes on. ]
But all the same, you'll find a couple of people who are just as meddlesome as you. Like attracts like.
[She waves her free hand in a dismissive gesture even though this is the thing that should be dismissed the least??? It speaks, sadly, for the frequency of the situation. Also she seems proud...of the Tenderizing?]
Nah, he's too busy trying to smooze with the married women around here to do anything. Though he coud've stuck around a little longer, I wanted to put ice down his pants...
[Rahzel spares a moment for an exaggerated pout, brows lowering. (really, could have at least danced with her! Hmph) But then it's back to that pep, expression carefully smoothed as she listens.
A moment passes, then another, where she's utterly silent. Then, a burst of laughter]
You know, you might really have a calling for this fortune stuff! I'm not saying quit your day job of card sharks and money laundering or whatever, but you're spot on. I like to think there's never enough meddling in people's lives...someone has to do it, so why not someone with style and grace befitting a thousand Queens?
[allow her to preen, but then her smile turns utterly soft and gooey and sincere] You're right, though. I've found some really nosy idiots to surround myself with. Aren't we both lucky in that regard?
[ Ah, so it's someone she knows... well enough that she's fine with interacting with him on a level beyond pure disgust and contempt, that's somewhat relieving to hear. Actually, this sounds kind of familiar (the smoozing part), which brings to mind a certain Mr. Gets-Hot-For-Anything-With-Tits.
Maybe Rahzel and him can go ahead and put ice down both of their plus ones' pants, that'd be a bonding exercise.
But the important thing, her diagnosis of his diagnosis, is refreshing. It reminds him again of Mr. Dumb-French-Monkey, but this time, it's fond; she might see that little kitty curl, the way those shoulders seem to lower. ]
Lucky, huh. You have my sympathies.
[ The sarcasm is thick, but he Gets It. Jigen Daisuke, tsundere at age too-old-to-be-tsundere. ]
Hope you're in it for the long haul, it's gonna be hard to get yourself out of there.
[She sees that kitty grin DON'T THINK SHE DOESN'T SEE IT because hers lights up at least a thousand watts, maybe two, and she clings to his hand and shakes it up and down in hers excitedly]
Right back at you~ I'm sorry for the gain of a plus one idiot at your back, but not for all the laughter lines. You could use 'em to strengthen yourself and keep moving forward, y'know?
[She laughs again, a big ol' belly laugh. Her eyes dance when they open again to peer at him]
I'm fully prepared to accept that. Me and them? We sink or swim together. They're not allowed to sink without me, and they have to let me save them in that case. And then kick their butts. I hope you're prepared to be annoyed the hell out of forever and ever on your end, too.
[ He's trying, he's trying so hard to be the adult here, but the truth of it is that when Jigen's heart sings and he gets caught with his hand off the trigger, he can smile and laugh like a kid: see all the times Lupin's made him laugh like a dumb infant.
He lets his hand swing with hers, up and down and side to side; it's useless in her grip, and he can't use it to tilt his hat down to hide that faint little glimmer. ]
Never heard of a woman who's so eager to talk about laughter lines.
[ "Woman", yes, he refrained wisely from saying "girl". He's learning. ]
And, well. I've been prepared for a long time— we're all beyond saving.
[Shake it off, shake it off! A giggle bubbles from her chest, seeing that expression from such a tough (at first glance) guy-- free and light, like some of the weight's been lifted from his shoulders, just a little bit, just enough. And there's pride-- not for herself, but for this total damn stranger.
Continues to swiiiing! And offers him a wink because DING DING DING correct, she is a WOMAN a LADY.]
Well I didn't mean laughter lines on me. I have lots of time for that. But I think they're distinguished and, well, joyful. The important parts of life.
[a hum, then a shake of her head]
Maybe, maybe not. But you'll be together no matter what gets in your way. And you'll blast your own path into existence-- and follow it. Yeah?
[ Oh, she's going to make as many people cry as she cries for them, Jigen has A Feeling. How she can manage so much heart for a stranger whose name she doesn't know, someone she should be able to tell isn't just some salaryman working 9 to 5 at an office building, is beyond him— but he accepts it because he has no choice. It feels strange, to be given something he hasn't even asked for. How does one reciprocate something like that?
By living, he supposes. He sighs, silent and subtle. ]
Don't worry about those just yet. There are more important things.
[ And he says he doesn't like women, boo to him. People have to dodge their swinging hand, but Jigen doesn't stop her. ]
[Ah good, he's not protesting, then. That's a good sign he's at her mercy-- er, feeling a little less uncomfortable. Or at least a different kind of uncomfortable that isn't so gloomy. And not just that, it's accepting as well as giving in to her particular hedge of breaking down barriers with sledgehammers of truth, justice, and cuteness. But mostly truth. Rahzel's done her job, then.
It's that little sigh that makes her face light up.]
True. Might as well enjoy being carded until I'm pretty old~! And being asked for beauty tips and the like. But for right now I have too many things to do to worry about anything but being happy tomorrow.
[maybe that's the important part, too. tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.]
Well it's certainly not studying on the road. I plan on having as much fun and trouble as possible, and I'm going to laugh myself sick with my friends for as long as I can! And yours? Besides more trains and people in cement?
[ Rahzel is talking to the cynical mommy of the group, even though he likes to fancy himself a realist and not gloomy... fighting a losing battle, Jigen Daisuke. She's talking to him about tomorrows and the future and plans and laughing and it's a lot, he doesn't know if it's naivety or if it's something else that's prompting her to get him to admit to things that he doesn't, rarely has. Is it hopefulness on her part? Something she wants to hear for herself? She's so open, it's disarming.
(This is probably how Goemon feels when he has girls trying to get him to come down from the goddamn mountains, shitty samurai.)
So his reply is simple, perhaps an entirely unremarkable: ]
Don't have a clue.
[ Come on, Jigen, please. He won't say anything about the trains and people in cement, because the latter is highly unlikely but not entirely an impossibility (hopefully it's harmless, Lupin's ass stuck in cement). ]
—Only thing I know is that I'll be stuck tagging along with a certain guy.
[ THERE IT IS, he's finally admitting it!!! He tried so hard, and in the end, it didn't even matter. ]
[Ah-ah-ah, Jigen. You know what they say. You give them an inch....and they'll just keep coming back. Rahzel is no exception. She won't give up till the cows come home. And no one knows what cows are in this metaphor so there you go.
She wasn't fazed by his blase answer at first, only squeezes his hand in hers once that latter portion leaves his mouth, her own mouth opening with a peal of laughter.]
Oh yeah? From the sound of it, he's a real pain in the butt. But an interesting pain, isn't he? I have the feeling you'll have to worry a lot with this guy...but there'll be lots of laughter wherever you two dummies go.
[ And truth be told, she's right. He doesn't need to have it spelled out for him— god knows that it's been too long, he's been through too much to back away now— but it's not wrong. ]
I'm not the one laughing— I have to make sure that idiot doesn't get himself killed.
[ Okay, but hasn't Jigen heard that anyone who says that is pretty much admitting that he's willing to spend a lifetime with whoever they're talking about? What an embarrassing nerd.
He lets go of her hand, puts it on the crown of her head, and ruffles. He's embarrassed, let him deflect. ]
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It seems like he still hasn't been able to shake the great misunderstanding of his marital status, so he says, albeit reluctantly (she has hopes and dreams, it's hard to shatter that): ]
I told you, I don't have a wife.
[ If anything, he's the naggy wife, but don't tell him that. This is the hardest interrogation he's ever had to deal with, and he's dealt with the mafia. ]
There's no "she" in this equation, so there's no flirting. Feel free to feel sorry for me.
[ Then who is the mysterious plus one... Jigen, the international man of mystery. ]
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Her face falls, genuine remorse in her features.]
Oh...I didn't realize. I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have assumed....he, then. Married in all but name. I don't feel sorr- well maybe a little, because you're so shy, but I'm happy for you, too! You have him.
[Genuine remorse to genuine joy! How quickly teenagers change. Enough to get whiplash.
The Bond to his Viper?]
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In all his years, he's never encountered such audacity... which may actually be startling considering that half the time, him and his shitty thief are practically glued at the hip. He boggles for a moment, almost chokes on the air that he's forgotten to breathe, and points a sharp index finger at his conversation partner in the very picture of an adult who's forgotten to be mature in front of someone half his age. ]
How did your mind go there?! Is that what all you teenagers think about nowadays?!
[ He could stand to sound a little less defensive. ]
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And the smug glint in her eyes is over the top]
You certainly feel the need to compartmentalize teenagers today, don't you. I told you, I'm a main character-- I have no need of such categories. It's a logical leap from equation A to equation B. I don't think you'd put up with this much for a nephew or a sibling, so obviously it's a lover. Or a best friend. Or both.
[Huuuuuh, could it be one of those?]
And besides, what do you care what I think? Take a little pride in your life, man.
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This deduction from pint-sized Sherlock Holmes is absorbed with incredulity, a sort of distant horror that slowly creeps up accompanied by the Jaws theme. When she hits the word "lover", Jigen actually snorts and reaches inside his breast pocket for a cigarette, never mind the fact that he can't light it. It's his Linus blanket. ]
It's not a matter of pride. [ His words are slightly muffled, caught between his Pall Mall. ] You're gonna give me hives, little lady.
[ He rolls up one sleeve, shows her the goosebumps that are supposed to indicate "you're creeping me out". ]
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Ah yes, cue the disapproving nose wrinkle once she catches sight of the cigarette. Hands plant on her hips as she leans back.]
Then what does it matter? What does matter? [Getting right to the meat of it, you nosy little shit.] And you shouldn't smoke in here, it's disgusting. I won't share my snacks with you if you do.
[Rahzel can't contain the snort that escapes her at his remark and eyebrows raised high, she takes his wrist and turns it over] Hmmm...nope, I don't see any goosebumps! I think you're imagining things.
[she flips it back over, a manicured finger poking at his palm]
Hmmm, hmmm...
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"What matters?", huh.
[ He doesn't answer, and moves right on along to her interest in his palm. Hopefully it's interesting enough that she won't go back and demand a real response. ]
See anything interesting?
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Yes, what matters. The things that make you excited and make your pulse rush-- that little flip in your belly when you do something particularly stupid. The times when you get caught only to slip away again. The things that make your time matter.
[Her mouth quirks, interest highlighting her face while she traces a line with her finger.
(She does notice the scars. His life must be tough, so she's glad he has someone to watch his back.)]
Mhm! You have a very long life line. Stubbornly long. I'm not really surprised.
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Her hands are a lot less smooth than he thought, worn by practice and use, but for what, he doesn't know. It's a chore, dialing back his empathy. ]
I can think of a few things.
[ He finally concedes, because she's right, he's not ashamed of it. His shoulders ease at her palm reading assessment. ]
Huh. Is that right. [ he peers down at his hand too, even if he can't tell what's what. ] How about luck, everyone always tells me that that's shoddy.
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Then there you go! That's what matters, too. As long as you can always think about them when the going gets tough and it seems like you've lost too much screen time...that way you can keep going forward.
[Now, back to his palm. She hums again.]
It is kinda crappy, I'm sorry to say. Three blind mice would be able to see that. But you've always got a way out. You're clever and quick, and you don't get boggled down for long. It's useful.
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—You're a strange one.
[ Wow, how rude... but he might be smiling as he tucks his cigarette back into his breast pocket, disarmed by the fact that she looks so happy. He has a feeling that she's had a tough life, but he won't patronize her by pointing that out. ]
Here, give me your hand, then.
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At least he didn't litter.
Tilts her head to one side.]
You think so? I'm definitely extraordinary. A main character has to be.
[Not put off in the slightest; if anything, she just chuckles. It grows into a bubble of laughter when he caves, and she waves her hand eagerly]
Okay, me next, me next! Give me a good fortune or else~
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This should be fine— she's too young to get tangled up in the strings that he's ensnared other people in. She can be happy. ]
Hey. Stay still.
[ He says, as gruff as ever, his neck craned forward so he can make an assessment. ]
—Hm. This doesn't look good for you, little lady.
[ uh oh ]
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Rahzel makes a little noise of assent at the request, holding her breath in wonder and excitement--]
Hey.
[Only to let it out with a huff, cheeks puffed out.]
I told you to give me a good fortune or else, didn't I? If you're gonna tell me I'm dying in seven days I'm going to be pissed.
[Though something does dawn on her]
Oh, but if it's about a pervert in my midst, then it's alright. He's sprung into existence long ago and only catches me at my weakest sometimes. I've gotten good at tenderizing meat.
[she says this oh so pleasantly...]
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—Whoever that pervert is, he's not gonna be showing his face around here.
[ Where are her fucking parents to protect her from this??? Jigen almost deflates, but keeps it together so he can move on to his fortune telling. Best not to continue on such an unsavory subject, right... right. ]
Your hand says that you're gonna meddle in one too many lives, and you're gonna catch yourself worrying about too much.
[ A little tsk, as if to say "bad news". But he goes on. ]
But all the same, you'll find a couple of people who are just as meddlesome as you. Like attracts like.
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Nah, he's too busy trying to smooze with the married women around here to do anything. Though he coud've stuck around a little longer, I wanted to put ice down his pants...
[Rahzel spares a moment for an exaggerated pout, brows lowering. (really, could have at least danced with her! Hmph) But then it's back to that pep, expression carefully smoothed as she listens.
A moment passes, then another, where she's utterly silent. Then, a burst of laughter]
You know, you might really have a calling for this fortune stuff! I'm not saying quit your day job of card sharks and money laundering or whatever, but you're spot on. I like to think there's never enough meddling in people's lives...someone has to do it, so why not someone with style and grace befitting a thousand Queens?
[allow her to preen, but then her smile turns utterly soft and gooey and sincere] You're right, though. I've found some really nosy idiots to surround myself with. Aren't we both lucky in that regard?
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Maybe Rahzel and him can go ahead and put ice down both of their plus ones' pants, that'd be a bonding exercise.
But the important thing, her diagnosis of his diagnosis, is refreshing. It reminds him again of Mr. Dumb-French-Monkey, but this time, it's fond; she might see that little kitty curl, the way those shoulders seem to lower. ]
Lucky, huh. You have my sympathies.
[ The sarcasm is thick, but he Gets It. Jigen Daisuke, tsundere at age too-old-to-be-tsundere. ]
Hope you're in it for the long haul, it's gonna be hard to get yourself out of there.
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Right back at you~ I'm sorry for the gain of a plus one idiot at your back, but not for all the laughter lines. You could use 'em to strengthen yourself and keep moving forward, y'know?
[She laughs again, a big ol' belly laugh. Her eyes dance when they open again to peer at him]
I'm fully prepared to accept that. Me and them? We sink or swim together. They're not allowed to sink without me, and they have to let me save them in that case. And then kick their butts. I hope you're prepared to be annoyed the hell out of forever and ever on your end, too.
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He lets his hand swing with hers, up and down and side to side; it's useless in her grip, and he can't use it to tilt his hat down to hide that faint little glimmer. ]
Never heard of a woman who's so eager to talk about laughter lines.
[ "Woman", yes, he refrained wisely from saying "girl". He's learning. ]
And, well. I've been prepared for a long time— we're all beyond saving.
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Continues to swiiiing! And offers him a wink because DING DING DING correct, she is a WOMAN a LADY.]
Well I didn't mean laughter lines on me. I have lots of time for that. But I think they're distinguished and, well, joyful. The important parts of life.
[a hum, then a shake of her head]
Maybe, maybe not. But you'll be together no matter what gets in your way. And you'll blast your own path into existence-- and follow it. Yeah?
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By living, he supposes. He sighs, silent and subtle. ]
Don't worry about those just yet. There are more important things.
[ And he says he doesn't like women, boo to him. People have to dodge their swinging hand, but Jigen doesn't stop her. ]
Is that your plan?
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It's that little sigh that makes her face light up.]
True. Might as well enjoy being carded until I'm pretty old~! And being asked for beauty tips and the like. But for right now I have too many things to do to worry about anything but being happy tomorrow.
[maybe that's the important part, too. tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.]
Well it's certainly not studying on the road. I plan on having as much fun and trouble as possible, and I'm going to laugh myself sick with my friends for as long as I can! And yours? Besides more trains and people in cement?
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(This is probably how Goemon feels when he has girls trying to get him to come down from the goddamn mountains, shitty samurai.)
So his reply is simple, perhaps an entirely unremarkable: ]
Don't have a clue.
[ Come on, Jigen, please. He won't say anything about the trains and people in cement, because the latter is highly unlikely but not entirely an impossibility (hopefully it's harmless, Lupin's ass stuck in cement). ]
—Only thing I know is that I'll be stuck tagging along with a certain guy.
[ THERE IT IS, he's finally admitting it!!! He tried so hard, and in the end, it didn't even matter. ]
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She wasn't fazed by his blase answer at first, only squeezes his hand in hers once that latter portion leaves his mouth, her own mouth opening with a peal of laughter.]
Oh yeah? From the sound of it, he's a real pain in the butt. But an interesting pain, isn't he? I have the feeling you'll have to worry a lot with this guy...but there'll be lots of laughter wherever you two dummies go.
[Said fondly, of course.]
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I'm not the one laughing— I have to make sure that idiot doesn't get himself killed.
[ Okay, but hasn't Jigen heard that anyone who says that is pretty much admitting that he's willing to spend a lifetime with whoever they're talking about? What an embarrassing nerd.
He lets go of her hand, puts it on the crown of her head, and ruffles. He's embarrassed, let him deflect. ]
What kind of interrogation is this?
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