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[blondandperfect]

Who:blondandperfect,makeflowersgrow,mouthbreathing,petalpluck
When: Nov 1st, Morning, noon and evening.
Where: Ehvenn Household
Summary: Checklist: Give Eponine a hard time, Make Warsman a man, and get Garry to cook dinner. Let's see what happens.
Warnings: Will update as necessary.

"Mnnghh.." Hattie awoke, bleary eyed, at 7:05 am. She didn't even party that hard the evening before. Perhaps her body was just tired because it was almost time to head down to the gym and the weather was getting colder.

Needless to say, she wasn't very fond of the cold. After washing up, she headed downstairs to look at her notes she placed upon the fridge with a magnet. It looks like it's going to be another busy day..

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[blondandperfect]

".. I see."

Protip: She doesn't see.

She just can't fathom what robot parts inside a body would look like, especially with Warsman acting so human. She would guess he has robotic arms maybe. But then why would he hide his face? Bah, too difficult!

"Well I'll have you know I do not scare easily!" Protip: That's a lie. "The only things I need to be protected from are monsters, wolves, thieves, and dragons, really. Regardless, perhaps it's best you sit down for a moment, after all. Would you like some wine? It's good for calming nerves."

[mouthbreathing]

Warsman can only believe that in part. Men and monsters may not frighten her, but- but what about something in between? Isn't that what makes it so horrific? Being caught between the two? Grown men froze at the sight of his face, champions, people known for slaying monsters large enough to level cities; how can he trust Hattie's word in the face of experience?

He doesn't say any of this, though. Instead, he gives a disconsolate sigh and puts a hand to his forehead. "Please." Then he looks up, a little braver. "Actually... if you have anything stronger, I'd appreciate it. Vodka, maybe?" Not that he usually starts so early in the day, if at all, but his nerves are more than a little rattled at this point.

[blondandperfect]

Frankly, Hattie just doesn't know any better. So perhaps Warsman is right in being doubtful in whatever it is she's saying.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do, I'll be right back." she says, quickly leaving the office, then returning about five minutes later with a bottle that isn't even opened. "It's for mixing drinks, but.. Well, it turns out I'm not very good at it," she confesses with a weak laugh.

"Well, I suppose today may not be a good day for training after all. Actually, I saw something in the mirror when I was putting on my make-up this morning." Hattie notes, "I didn't really know what it was, though, so I ignored it."

[mouthbreathing]

His shoulders sink with a relief a little as Hattie reappears with the bottle, but Warsman is sure to square them again almost immediately afterwards in case she thinks badly of him for it. As it happens he'd gladly take the bottle as it is and drink it straight from the neck, but he's spent enough time with Robin to wait for a glass- or permission to do just that, at the very least.

He manages a half-hearted laugh of his own and a little small talk, too. "Thank you- and that's fine. I wouldn't expect you to mix me anything. Still, maybe if you get a little practise you can try a screwdriver some time."

Hearing that she'd seen something in her mirror, too, though... it came as a small relief. He'd seen a couple of people mention it on the network, but to actually meet someone in person with a similar experience was another thing entirely. "Then it isn't just me? Thank goodness." He tilts his head at her, earnest. "I'm glad whatever it was didn't frighten you, too."

[blondandperfect]

Hattie doesn't seem to think anything negative; a man's got to have his booze! In fact, it's a bit of relief for the blonde! And while she may often be a stickler for manners, in this case she would like to see him drink from the bottle.

"Oh I'm not going to use it, just help yourself," she says. As for the suggestion, she shakes her head, "Oh no, no I don't do that anymore, I'll just hire someone else to do it."

She moves to sit by his side, and he quite easily dwarfs her even in a sitting position! "I suppose it didn't, but maybe if I didn't have so many things on my mind it'd be another story. It was certainly an annoyance that's for sure, a lady has to look good after all! And I wouldn't trust Eponine to do it." the last part said with a very light snort of annoyance. "So yes, less mixing drinks and more shopping. What do you tend to do on your free time anyway, Warsman? Are you the type that wanders around searching for a good fight outside of the ring?"

[mouthbreathing]

Permission granted. Warsman nods gratefully and twists the top open with a soft crack; the heady alcoholic smell is soothing- there's nothing else to it, too, which says a lot for Hattie's taste, even if she never tried it herself. Effortlessly, as if lifting a can rather than a full bottle, he lifts it and places the glass mouth to where his own mouth lies beneath his mask to take a much-needed gulp. If she's looking closely enough Hattie might spot the red split where the black metal opens through the bottle.

Lowering the bottle, he can't help but wince a little at her mention of Eponine. It seems wiser to circle the matter, though.

"Not outside of training or helping people. I try to avoid violence if I can. Aside from that, though..." He taps a finger thoughtfully on the bottle neck. "I read a lot. I play the balalaika. I don't really have a lot of free time, but I'm trying to catch up on films." It all sounds so small and petty- but then, small is what he likes. Small is peaceful. A pause. "About Eponine... she really did try when she met me at the door."

[blondandperfect]

Oh she's paying very close attention, nosey thing she is, but she was expecting the mask to be lifted so she could get a hint at what he was hiding from her. So that split just ends up being a disappointment. You're a cheater, Warsman. A damned cheater!

Aside from that, she seems understanding of his words, "I see, I don't really know what a balalaika is, nor am I much of a film buff. But from what you're telling me, I'm not getting the feeling you were ever a very social person.. Is this true?"

She raises a hand to her chin. "I think I'm starting to understand.. I suspect you are insecure because your being a half-robot makes you feel like an outsider. Is that it?"

Oh, yes, as for Eponine.. She raises a hand to her forehead, "Fine. I'll leave it at that with her. I just wish things would be a little easier."