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[fidele]

Who: A dorky couple vinovidivici & fidele
When: June 8th, midday
Where: The roof of the boarding-house in Sector 4
Summary: Picnics and feelings after eventful illnesses and poker nights!
Warnings: meatballs dropping from above?

[ A small suitcase is packed with a lunch perhaps two sandwiches too large for the two of them, for lack of an appropriate wicker basket for a picnic and the unpredictability of such a date idea. From the roof of the boarding-house the hubbub from the Newcomer block party can be heard, even from half a sector away. Occasionally an excited group of would-be visitors pass down the streets below; it doesn't occur to Chane to attend the party on this day, to follow the crowd. It rarely does.

Less so on a day when a single other person capable of halfway understanding her nearly feels like too much to cope with, but she won't say anything when Claire had the energy and manners to make half of the lunch himself and help carry her for the trickier parts of climbing the fire escape stairs to the roof. She's quieter than usual, although she is unaware of it, mind busy with thoughts and situations and people that cause her normally ceremonial-like motions in laying out the mat on the edge of the roof particularly slow as she kneels. At least she doesn't seem to think anything of this unusual picnic spot. ]

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[vinovidivici]

[ Claire scoots a little closer so their knees are touching and puts a hand on her back. His wrist hovers over her shoulderblade. Her uncertainty seems like a minor problem compared to the threat of a mafia turf war or a ransom but he doesn't stop to think about how disproportionately great the protectiveness he's feeling is, compared to times he's worried over those kinds of issues. ] Y'know you don't have to worry about that when you're with me. If you wanted to go I'd've stopped 'em pulling any funny business.

[ He looks perkily at her for a moment before his face draws more seriously. It's not such a cut and dried issue as that. When she works with the agents in question it's not just a matter of keeping them at bay for the day by threatening them with a hammer borrowed from a fairground test of strength. That tactic probably wouldn't go down well in Tonegawa's office. ] What trouble're they giving you?

[fidele]

[ The trust his words can evoke in her is renewed with a wave of warmth as she feels his hand on her skin; unfortunately it doesn't quite put any of her uncertainty and worries to rest as it might usually. I know, her eyes read, unfocused on anything before her even as vividly as she feels his presence. But-- she pauses.

Thinking of herself as separate from him in the crowd is, for once, very strange. To assume his protection at all times compared to the underlying knowledge of his protection should she need it-- is that how he sees her? Sees the two of them? Despite the company each of them keep, and their approaches...

More than the topic at hand, almost, the notion of having considered them together concerns and threatens to swallow up the rest of her worries entirely. Quickly, she becomes self-conscious of the fact, leaning back against Claire's hand slightly and eyes brightening to refocus on his question. It won't get past his sensitive radar for every emotion that flickers through her looks, or her mind, for that matter, but at the very least it can signal that she doesn't want to talk about that right now. Again, she whispers; They know Tonegawa. I'm not in his favour. He might have spread something about me. ]