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Personally... I dunno that you need it.

[ and that's an honest belief too-- she's already grown so much even just as long as Req has known her, and she loves that too.

But she grows content with the feeling, that warm love happy to settle in alongside Nem's quieter emotion and curl protectively around it, even as Req loosens her own grip on her. ]

But whatever it is you wanna change, I'm gonna try to help.

[Stays leaning there for a while longer, holding tight, breathing Req's scent, taking in the still novel idea that maybe she actually can do something]

Ah,

[and she tugs Requiem down--goes up on tiptoes to give her a kiss, pushing through gratitude and appreciation and thanks, pure and honest where her words always feel flat and awkward: please, and thank you]

[ a burst of pure joy at that, leaning down to eagerly kiss her back, warm and grateful and a feeling that's effectively just MAN I'M SO LUCKY ]

[That is immediately echoed, lucky and pleased and slowly more confident, a warm tingle growing in her chest and spreading throughout her body, a pulse of 'okay, awesome']

[ very awesome.

there's that little sparking thread of arousal again, arm and brief, even if the tingling in her ears and fingers and lips is more from their shared feelings and nem's confidence and pleasure than anything else, so she pulls back after a moment to kiss her forehead. ]

Kittyyyy.

[Spoilers, there is 99 percent of the time arousal tinder around to catch even the smallest sparks, and this is no different. She flushes at the kiss and the feelings and the proximity, self-conscious and pleased and soft and fluttery inside]

Marceliiine.

[Imitating her tone, gently teasing and shyly delighted to do so]

...Maybe we should get a hideout, since we seem to keep having talks on the street.

[ *warm not arm, oops. oh well.

that arousal definitely burns just a bit brighter, tempered by her feelings of genuine joy and amusement when she's mimicked, separating from her just slightly but taking her hand, threading their fingers together. ]

S'not my fault the city has so much street in it.

[ and she considers the idea of a hideout, briefly; the immediate jump in arousal and the desire to tease, the warmth, the plain excitement of the idea of building something together with Nem-- but quickly threading through with... guilt, or something close to it, softening those feelings. something maybe a little anxious, but it ultimately all gets pushed away-- no sense in worrying about it when nothing ever happens, after all. ]

... if you really wanna, I'd love to.

[Cocks her head, a little confusion, a little hesitance, but still soft and game for suggestion. She thumbs over the back of Req's hand, gentle]

I mean. If you'd rather something else... Could luxe it up with a car or boat or something. Or some fancy addition to the dorm could work, too.

[ the negative feelings are washed away entirely within a second or two, and she tugs her hand to start walking. ]

Nah. A weird batcave is perfect for me, I think.

[squeezes back warmly, and falls in beside her]

Not sure there's any caves under the city--that we can access, anyways. Unless you're talking about taking over the ski lodge.

Too busy. It was a joke, anyway-- we can just find a rando room in a building somewhere... less windows the better.

[she can think of plenty of things she'd like to keep for her eyes only, but--]

...Could look for a comfy subway tunnel. Then there's a ceiling to hang from, too.

[ very abruptly there's a sharp, striking pang of fear, only reflected in Req's body as a sudden slimming of her wings, the feathers going flat, and her skin suddenly looking a bit greyer than usual.

and she desperately tries to force it down and away, smothering it with a slightly uneasy humor. ]

Maybe not a tunnel. I think a room's pretty good, right?

Uh--don't worry, I was just joking. You'd get all cold, anyways...

[guilt wells up like a leaf-filled gutter, and she sends out feelings of apology and (slightly panicky) reassurance]

So--yeah, wherever you want. So long's it ain't in full view of everybody, I ain't too picky...

[ ... nudges closer to her, accepting that reassuring, but with guilt readily welling up in herself as that fear and anxiety slowly subsides. ]

Maybe somewhere high up, then...

[ a pause. then, a little awkwardly. ]

... sorry. Know you were just trying to joke.

Nah...I shoulda known.

[pauses, nudging back against her, sorry]

...Didn't know it was that bad, though.

[ curls a wing around her, comforted by her warmth and the talking-- even if it's talking about this, the fear is low-lying and more of a discomfort than the shock of terror it was before, with nem to concentrate on.

she seems a bit embarrassed though, awkward, and shrugs as she looks away. ]

... never really stopped dreaming about it. Doesn't come up much, though, so-- it's fine.

[ she seems to believe so, anyway. ]

Ah...

[hunches up a little, awkward even while trying very hard not to seem like it]

Sorry...for then.

[ lightly confused ]

"For then?"

When I didn’t stop you from caving in that tunnel. ...And all the other times I fucked things up too, I guess.

[ more confusion... a little indignation ]

I did that on purpose. I like it when you live instead of dying horribly, you know.

And you've never fucked up things like that, so I dunno where that's comin' from.

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Yeah, well, seemed like a raw deal to me.

[Her tone is lighter than her emotions, churning dark and shamed and sad and still a little angry. Eventually they smooth out, slide down into something more grimly affable]

And I can think of a couple times right off the top of my head, so... I--accept responsibility, is all.

There's no responsibility for you to accept. And I can't think of nothing else, so.

[ frowns, at the feelings-- her own are sympathetic, sure, but she doesn't regret the thought of anything she's done in that vein, and there's a very small thread of irritation at the thought that nem doesn't believe her--

but it quickly fades, as she tries to shape her response more into gentle reassurance and love and acceptance. ]

... besides, you did the same thing in the button game, so-- if nothing else, it's even, right?

[at the mention of the button game, that nasty, nauseating ball of hurt and shame (and maybe a little more resentment, more unfocused this time) swells up like a bruise, and she looks away, shoulders tight]

...Yeah, sure. Forget it, never mind.

[ the positive feelings settle down into anxiety and hurt, swallowed by it, more than a little focused on that resentment now that she's felt it.

and there's a rise of anger-- no, deeper, more like loathing-- turned entirely inwards, as she releases nem's hand and shifts her wing, giving her the option to withdraw so she doesn't have to feel crowded. ]

Well, speaking of fucking things up.

[ the regret does burn now, immediate and strong, entangled with that self-loathing and sparking through with fear, trying and failing to gather those feelings up into something tiny and contained and away from hers, because why the fuck would she want to feel that anyway.

(it doesn't work; her feelings at any given time operating at an intensity of a too-full pot starting to bubble over) ]

Sorry. If you really don't want to talk about it I won't.

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