bonne anniversaire

[unbr8kable]

Who: Requiem, Nemesis
Where: the lobby, for starters
When: Day 181

[Nemesis is waiting in the appropriate spot at the appropriate time, hair tamed and carrying a small bouquet--long stems of bluebells, lily of the valley, sunflowers, carnations, and a pink rose, tied with a tyrian and navy ribbon. She rocks back on her heels as she waits, the anticipatory type of nervous, but straightens as Requiem approaches]

Hey. Wanna head out?

Comments

[stakesthesame]

I wouldn't know how to tell the difference anyway, y'know.

[unbr8kable]

...Yeah, guess not.

If you turn into a human again, you'll just have to eat more stuff, for science.

[stakesthesame]

Yeah...

[ quiet for a moment, just leaning on her. ]

... maybe next year, eh?

[unbr8kable]

[shifts, moving her hand warm against Req's back instead]

Maybe. No hurry.

[stakesthesame]

[ tilts her head to nuzzle her temple and gently huff the scent of her hair, despite her chilled skin. ]

Mm. Yeah, no hurry.

[ better not to drag my issues all over our anniversary anyway. ]

[unbr8kable]

[today it smells faintly of sweet almond; rollercoasters notwithstanding, it was still a special day worthy of hair product

as such she had not meant to misstep and grabs her around the waist to tug Req closer, kissing at what would be the pulse points under her chin and at her temple and otherwise cuddling up against her, regardless of cold]

...You okay?

[stakesthesame]

[ sets her food down to better cuddle up, chuckling at the kisses and returning a few small ones of her own. ]

I'm great, gorgeous. Your hair smells good today...

[unbr8kable]

[happy to ignore the food completely, busy tangling their legs and leaning in against her]

...Think so? The stuff you got me ran out, so figured I'd try something different.

[stakesthesame]

Is my haircare whining finally rubbing off on you?

[ with a soft laugh, burying her face into her hair and taking a deep breath with an exaggeratedly pleased noise. ]

Sssssoooo soft.

[unbr8kable]

[mock shoving her, though in a way that doesn't actually involve her going anywhere]

Oh, please.

What've you got, other than like 50 metric tons of hair?

[goes for a sniff herself, since she's here]

[stakesthesame]

My hair's way shorter than it used to be, stop exaggerating.

[ her own hair smells pretty naturally clean, with a very faint-- almost spicy?-- scent. but she sags in against Nem despite the shove, her arms comfortably curled around her shoulders. ]

What've I got... a beautiful girlfriend, for one.

[unbr8kable]

Mm? When do I get to meet 'er?

[her tone is jovial, and when she wriggles beneath Requiem it is only to settle her more securely. She fingercombs through Req's hair, letting it fall over her own shoulders]

Anyways, can't compare to mine; absolute knockout and pretty awesome in general, just sayin'.

[stakesthesame]

Totally can, I bet.

[ she huffs, amused, but settle into the finger-combing easily. ]

Yeah? What's there to like about her?

[unbr8kable]

Tons of stuff. She's fun...she's down for little adventures and'll go do dumb stuff with me for no reason, but doesn't mind just sitting around and wasting time together, neither. And she's kind--she does stuff for her people all the time, even her dumbass teammates...even me, even when I don't deserve it. Plus, she's super talented with her music... I admire people who can be so creative.

...She just--didn't have to do nothin' for me, and she did, time and time again. I guess--I feel like I could trust her, and that's pretty special.

[she falls silent. then, less earnest, and possibly an attempt to draw attention away from the light flush over her cheeks or her overly soft expression:]

--Plus she's smoking hot. Like, super-duper, even more outta my league than from personality.

[stakesthesame]

[ steadily goes redder and redder, touched and embarrassed and her reflex to deny those things, but-- it... feels good, in that tight-chest kind of way, and nem's lighter quip at the end does startle a laugh out of her. ]

W-well, she. She sounds like a nerd. She's got nothin' on my girl.

[unbr8kable]

Nope! Not to nerdshame but she is 100 percent badass.

I lucked out, got girlfriend number one, so all the rest of you'll just have to settle for less.

[stakesthesame]

Pff, whatever. My bias says my baby's the best, so I can't change lanes, especially not for that lame-o.

[ ... squeezes her a bit tighter, possessively, face flushed. ]

[unbr8kable]

Sorry, but you got bad taste in women! Though I guess I shouldn't complain too much...

[wriggles around to plant a kiss on her cheek and to be able to embrace her properly herself, smiling shyly at her flush]

[stakesthesame]

My taste in women is great.

[ it's almost sulky, now, curling her arms around Nem's back with her fingers curled into her shirt, burying her heated face in against her shoulder. ]

... m'not good at words but she's strong and kind and warm and she's always trying her best. And she never gives up-- never backs down-- wants to learn new things all the time. Keeps hangin' around with me even though I do stupid things all the time, would drop everything to help if one of her peeps were in trouble. She's up for any goofy thing all the time, pretty much, and she laughs at my bad jokes, and she always... sits down and talks to me when I'm feeling bad.

And it took-- a bit, to get in good with her, I think. And even though we're the way we are together now, it still feels-- when I can make her laugh, or get her excited, or she lets me touch her, it still feels real... real good.

... sometimes when she's real happy, she does this... this little smile. She's real quiet about it. But when I see that it's like I'm really doin' something right, for once. I wanna keep doin' right, for a long time.

[unbr8kable]

—G-geez, Marceline...

[it works out that Requiem isn’t looking at her, because Nemesis immediately looks away, heat washing over her cheeks and down her neck. Her arms wrap around Req’s waist, shaky right for a long beat]

[stakesthesame]

I'm right.

[ muffled, but not letting her go. ]

[unbr8kable]

That's debatable.

[stakesthesame]

[ muffled ]

No it ain't. My girlfriend's the best.

[unbr8kable]

[still holding on, a little shaky]

You’re not changing my mind so you may as well give it a rest.

[stakesthesame]

No chance.

[ stroking over her back, pulling back to look at her. ]

... you okay?