Aug 21, 2019 9:27 AM
A Luehmani and a Rianchimaru in Boyfriend Dungeon
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The lunch rush landed on the mall food court, filling it with people, shouts of 'Coffee for Tabitha! Tabitha?' and a severe lack of tables to be properly antisocial on.

Despite Louie best efforts to project an aura of 'go away', two office workers sat down at her table, cheerily chatting over their salads. They're frustratingly immune to glares from people wearing hi-vis over a stab vest. (And okay, they're totally allowed to sit at this table, it's not like she actually owns this table. But still. They didn't even ask.)

She does her best to ignore them. She just got off from A Shift-- the sort that makes you question how the general public has managed to keep themselves alive for so long, question what is up with the state of public education and water supplies that so many idiots are running around, along with the standard questioning your faith in humanity. Not to mention this is the first day of her new schedule, with all the fun sleep cycle fuckery that implies. While it is lunch time for normal, daywalking people, it's dinner for her, and she's been up far too long.

Short of it is: It's been a day where she deserves donuts with dangerous amounts of cinnamon for dinner. For lunch. (For dunch.)

 

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"I'm leaving Marian. Marian's actually letting me go, but... I don't have money or friends, and I'd rather not go back to my family."

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WHAT.

"That's... not good. I have room at my place, if you need somewhere to stay."

She has a couch, and not a great one-- eh, she'll sleep on the couch. Lianne can have the bed. Only seems fair.

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"Thanks. It means a lot."

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"It's only fair after the help you gave me."

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"Still."

A pause, before: "I can text you my location?"

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"Sounds good. I can come pick you up."

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She texts her location, with another "Thanks."

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She drives over.

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Lianne's waiting with a small suitcase and a rather full backpack, sitting on a bench at a park near a lot of nicer residential areas, but also a lot of bus lines.

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She steps out of the car. "Hey." She nods at the bags. "Need help with those?"

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"I got it. But thanks."

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She opens the trunk of her car. It's a little hatchback, that's alarmingly close to being able to graduate highschool, but it still runs fine-- and despite the teensy trunk space, can fit a backpack and a suitcase.

"Are you doing okay? --well, as okay as is possible, in the circumstances..."

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"Yeah." They run a hand down their face. "It's complicated, but yeah. I think, at least. Just... Need room to breathe?"

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"Okay." She tries to keep her opinions on people kicking people out of their houses to get 'room to breathe' out of her voice. (She does not succeed.)

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Awkward shrug, and they load their things into the car.

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She steps in the car. "So... other than that, how's life been treating you?"

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"It's been an adjustment? Things have overall been better than they were, but - I haven't been in a dunj since I met you. Feel surprisingly restless..."

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This is a really stupid thing to say. She should not say it.

It's not like she's been restless as well.

"We could go find one. I've got the day free."

Welp, she's said it now.

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"Honestly? A distraction sounds good right now." They laugh a bit. "Maybe if it's an easy one we can see if we can wield each other."

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"Yeah? Sounds good."

This is terrible decision but she can't bring herself to regret it

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"Let's get the stuff dropped off, at least?"

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"That's sensible. Don't want to be carting this around."

She drives off.

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And while she drives Lianne will do a search for mentions of active dunjes - there's apps where you can pin if you think there's an open entrance, and then mark if you got the dunj. This city doesn't have too many, and the smaller dunjes are usually handled fast, but she's able to find one a short drive out that seems to have been found by a hiker.

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Remote's nice. (Remote means if they completely fuck up somehow, they're not too likely to endanger other people.)

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That's always a benefit, yeah.

Lianne explains some of their own abilities as a sword - with Marian they'd mostly done enhancement, a sort of thing that made wielding like using your own body. They're uncertain if that's their usual thing, though.

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