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[lucre]

“ I will write. ”
“ You know I cannot read. ”

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[blowfish]

Nah, ain't like that. I scorned a dude.

[ Another laugh, because that sounds way homo. ]

I think? Not really, but he fucked me up anyway.

[lucre]

[ Then Jesse made it sound even more homo. Lucrezia tries to stop laughing, he could be hurt after all. ]

I could hold your hand and help you sleep while you rest.

[blowfish]

Oh, would you?

[ Scoffing, despite his injuries. Homo. ]

You can't really escape visitin', 'cause Yao went and roomed me with your mom. Did ya hear?

[lucre]

[ Her mother? Now that's news. ]

Ah, she must have wanted to keep you to herself. How upset she might be now!

[blowfish]

[ Sh's fun. He laughs again, jaw rolling with the sound. ]

Don't think it was her choice, but alright, I can roll with that.

[ AKA: Your mom is hot. Good genes. ]

[lucre]

[ She giggles, even if she assumes that he might have gotten into worse trouble than she imagined. ]

But now it is mine, and I choose your company.

[blowfish]

[ That there, makes him feel damn special. He always likes that feeling. They come from two completely different places, but culture shock aside, he's not gonna forget that she was kind to him when he first got to Haven.

Shared her beans and everything. ]

Yeah? [ Hopeful. ] Now if only there was somethin' to do around here. Like, somewhere fun to go. I swear, I'm gonna lose my mind from boredom before Yao's experiments or whatever do the job.

[lucre]

[ Bean-sharing is the ultimate gesture of love in Havenspeak. Totally. ]

I have been sewing-- mending a little gentleman's arm. [ Even if that doesn't sound like a manly man-thing to do. She dislikes hunting though, or sparring, and would rather not suggest those to him. Perhaps... ]

Would you like to meet him? I could bring-- beans.

[blowfish]

[ Sewing is not his favorite, but neither is hunting or sparring. The pause before beans has him grinning to himself. Totally. Arts and crafts with a teen and a little kid. Yeah, he's down. It's better than how he's been spending his time alone. ]

You really know how to sell a guy on an activity, Lu. [ Pause. ] What's the little dude's name?

[lucre]

[ She hums, as if thinking on her feet for a name, but she can't think of anything better. ]

Signor Teddy. He had a most beloved wife once, Signora Teddy, but she has since become lost.

[ The expert of drama that she is, her voice turns pitiful just at the end, though it doesn't last long. Sadness is unattractive, hardly charming, and she means to remain bright, light, the girl of his dreams. It could still work. ]

Are you sure you would leave my mother's company for mine?

[blowfish]

[ Aha, he catches on. Don't think he won't. It won't be clothes he's practicing on, but a stuffed bear. He wrinkles his nose imagining himself, ex-drug dealer, hunched over a stuffed animal and using a needle and thread.

Well, if she'll have his punk ass over, he'll bring his best sewing game. ]

I'd, uh, like to hang out with you both.

[ Why did she ask? He teases: ] You tryin' to shake me?

[ She's probably not gonna know what that means, Jesse. ]

[lucre]

[ She would settle for nothing less than his best sewing game. Even if that requires, yes, shaking him. His bashfulness is endearing however, nothing like pompous noblemen and tricky cardinals trying to get on her good side by whatever means. He seems sincere, which is a rare trait indeed. ]

Are you more charming when shaken? Kinder and sweeter too?