[Jane is... saddened by that, but not surprised. She's met some very young soldiers over the past year, and many of them took great offence at even the slightest implication that they might be treated like the children they were.
Not an argument she intends to have again.]
I suppose it must be difficult to relax after something like that. Maybe you'd like to come for a walk with me some time.
I really should move further out of the city. The inn's fine and all, but...
Yeah, you'll definitely find combat boots with a good grip helpful. Some trousers with thicker fabric'll serve you well against thorns- and nettles- in more overgrown areas.
[She wished Junko didn't have a liking for short skirts. It left her thighs completely exposed.]
I've been able to move into a small house with a new friend. It's quite lovely.
[The inn was fine... but it didn't offer much in the way of personal space. A bed and a shower were good enough in the short term but one quickly began to yearn for more.]
Do tell me if I'm imposing, but do you think you might help me find something suitable? Another time, perhaps, when we aren't both suffering from the consequences of our actions.
[Ah, but the water does feel good on that itchy nettle rash. It's soothed almost enough that she's able to forget about it. She taps her toes lightly, breaking the surface of the water and making little splashes.]
It's surprising how empty this place is, don't you think?
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Date: 2021-06-03 08:53 pm (UTC)[She isn't sure how someone could miss that, but she supposes it might be exciting if you were used to it.]
Or just being outside?
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Date: 2021-06-13 12:01 pm (UTC)It took her a moment of pause to realise that like this, she didn't have to keep the act up.]
I- a bit of both. I was on active deployment, and relaxing somewhere like this just... feels a bit strange after that.
...That probably sounds off to most people though.
[She could practically hear Junko's voice in the back of her head calling her a disappointing battle junkie.]
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Date: 2021-06-16 11:33 pm (UTC)[Jane is... saddened by that, but not surprised. She's met some very young soldiers over the past year, and many of them took great offence at even the slightest implication that they might be treated like the children they were.
Not an argument she intends to have again.]
I suppose it must be difficult to relax after something like that. Maybe you'd like to come for a walk with me some time.
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Date: 2021-06-27 04:52 pm (UTC)[She looked up a bit at the offer.]
...I'd like that. Um, where around here have you found that's nice to walk?
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Date: 2021-06-30 10:00 pm (UTC)[She gives a rueful look to her nettle-stung ankles.]
When one is properly attired, of course.
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Date: 2021-07-08 01:11 pm (UTC)Yeah, you'll definitely find combat boots with a good grip helpful. Some trousers with thicker fabric'll serve you well against thorns- and nettles- in more overgrown areas.
[She wished Junko didn't have a liking for short skirts. It left her thighs completely exposed.]
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Date: 2021-07-13 08:27 pm (UTC)[The inn was fine... but it didn't offer much in the way of personal space. A bed and a shower were good enough in the short term but one quickly began to yearn for more.]
Do tell me if I'm imposing, but do you think you might help me find something suitable? Another time, perhaps, when we aren't both suffering from the consequences of our actions.
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Date: 2021-07-25 04:20 pm (UTC)Huh? Yeah, of course I don't mind. Um. I don't use the phones much but if you see me around just come talk to me.
[That was a lie, of course, she just didn't use the phones as 'her'. Or go out in town like that for that matter.]
...I come here often so that'd be the best place to look.
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Date: 2021-08-01 05:49 pm (UTC)I'll keep that in mind.
[Ah, but the water does feel good on that itchy nettle rash. It's soothed almost enough that she's able to forget about it. She taps her toes lightly, breaking the surface of the water and making little splashes.]
It's surprising how empty this place is, don't you think?