Aug 24, 2019 12:28 PM
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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"Aw, thanks. I get the same feeling from you, you know? You seem - really sensible."

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She blushes. "Uh, thanks."

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"No problem at all."

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"So, should we start making our way back to civilisation?"

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"That works for me, definitely. Your car should be near..."

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And carwards! And then back to the city.

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Lianne, unfortunately, has nowhere to stay really.

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Louie has a couch. That she will sleep on.

Lianne can have the bed.

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"I don't want to put you out - I'm seriously fine with the couch."

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"It's really no trouble."

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They'll concede, since they've been less selfless since the merge, and since they're too tired for an hour of back-and-forth arguing over beds.

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Yay, selflessness achieved! (Couch is not the most comfy, but she, like, has an actual home, so it all adds up in the end.)

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Lianne is probably gonna flop soon after food.

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Food is not fancy (of the 'combine tin of sauce with Stuff, cook until Stuff is edible'), but filling and Louie seems to have decided that 'enough food for a guest' means 'enough food to feed a football team just after a game.'

 

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They appreciate filling over fancy, so.

And dungeon delving is hard enough work they're able to put away a good bit of it.

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Food! Hospitality! Yay!

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Good companionship, too, once Lianne's settled a bit they turn out to be a good conversation partner. They're staying away from heavy topics for now, mostly commenting on recent media and somewhat wistfully on particularly aesthetic dunjes.

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Louie is very interested in dunjes. She's mostly smiling and nodding during the conversations about media: she is, uh, behind on that stuff.

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Lianne will pick up on that and shift away - is there any media Louie's a fan of?

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She's watched a fair bit of old school sci fi. Practical effects: very good. And she played video games when she was younger, but she's very behind now. Those calls have really dutied, mhhm.

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Lianne's not as big into video games, either - they've never played any of that. Too still.

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Yeah, that's what got her to drop them after awhile. Like, sure, using your reflexes is fun, but it's more fun in the great outdoors, you know?

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Yeah, definitely! Especially if you're getting to move your whole body, or actually talk face-to-face with people - text and voice chat just aren't the same...

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No,  they really aren't. She has Amusing Anecdotes From Her Misspent Youth about hilarious mis-readings of tone on the internet.

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They'll laugh and share some of their own - though it's quickly getting late enough they seem almost dead on their feet.

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