Ephemera sighs. He understands Lup. Has since the beginning. She makes sense to him in a way that few people do. No matter how hard the universe tries to knock her down, she'll get right back up and scream in its face. It's not easy. It's never easy. But there she is. Always.]
[He's right, of course. She's heartbroken, but the world goes on. She'll pick herself up in time and figure it out. There's still way too many people relying on her for Lup to just curl up and cry over this forever. Things with Barry will get better. She has too much faith in their love after this long.]
Nah. I just... Just wanted to tell you. Maybe we could talk shit about other people? Or you can tell me more about your trip? I'unno. Anything else.
[He flips to a different page in the sketchbook, further back. There are a few different designs competing for space on the page. Variations on a theme. All of them are some version of a bear paw, or a ring of bear claws. Sometimes clutching a knife, sometimes not. The styles vary, going from stylized and blocky to as realistic as someone who's never seen a bear can manage.]
[Hm. Now that's an idea. She's had them before, back during the cycles when her body would reset on the annual, when she'd get a new piercing every year, but Lup's never had one that would last. It's not a bad idea.]
[Ephemera huffs, grinning. He likes this, having Lup next to him. Talking like this. She's safe and even more importantly, he understands her. In a lot of ways, she reminds him of Chica. They have that same sort of energy. Fucking untouchable.
And unlike Chica, Lup got back up after she died.]
[Lup quickly scoots away, but only so she can throw her legs up on the couch and give the man a playful shove with her feet right into his side, trying to push him off.
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[Ephemera bumps their heads together gently.]
Anyone says that, I'll kick their ass.
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Mm, don't tempt me. I'd be all up for seeing you kick the whole world's ass right about now.
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[If it would help. If she asked.
Ephemera sighs. He understands Lup. Has since the beginning. She makes sense to him in a way that few people do. No matter how hard the universe tries to knock her down, she'll get right back up and scream in its face. It's not easy. It's never easy. But there she is. Always.]
You wanna talk about it?
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Nah. I just... Just wanted to tell you. Maybe we could talk shit about other people? Or you can tell me more about your trip? I'unno. Anything else.
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I'm thinking about a new tattoo. You wanna help me with designs?
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What, you trust me not to just draw a dick? I appreciate your faith in me.
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[Ephemera nudges her with his elbow.]
C'mon, I'll show you what I've got so far.
[He flips to a different page in the sketchbook, further back. There are a few different designs competing for space on the page. Variations on a theme. All of them are some version of a bear paw, or a ring of bear claws. Sometimes clutching a knife, sometimes not. The styles vary, going from stylized and blocky to as realistic as someone who's never seen a bear can manage.]
Drake has one on his arm. So.
[Ephemera huffs.]
....this ridiculously cheesy?
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Oh.
The grin she shoots him is as shit-eating as they come.] Ho. Ly. Shit. Babe, that's gay.
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Oh, shut up. You love it.
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[He grins. Tips the sketchbook towards her.]
C'mon, tell me what you think.
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S'nice. Like, stupid meaningful and shit. He'll love it. Somethin' to keep you two grounded to each other even when you aren't near.
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[Ephemera's tone is soft and fond.]
You got a spell or something that'd help me tattoo it?
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I could probs come up with something. Gimme a few days. I'll chat with Taako, see what I've got.
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[Ephemera nudges her gently.]
You want one? A tattoo. I can design one for you, if you want.
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[Hm. Now that's an idea. She's had them before, back during the cycles when her body would reset on the annual, when she'd get a new piercing every year, but Lup's never had one that would last. It's not a bad idea.]
You know, I might take you up on that.
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And unlike Chica, Lup got back up after she died.]
Yeah? I'll have to start sketching. It'll be fun.
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Shit with us always is. Alright, alright. That's enough friggin' sap. Can we drink and go set someone on fire? Like old times?
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Why the fuck not? I'll give anythin' a try at least once. Thing looks pretty fun.
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Then get off me, you oaf, and I'll provide the booze.
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Definitely siblings.]
I demand booze!
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C'mon, we're gonna be classy about this shit.
[They're going to get absolutely wasted, is what they're going to do.]