...or you could just, like, stop being a butt and just accept my gratitude. [ huffs, folding her arms. ]
And it's other people relying on me and... not the other way around. I already know that's not really how it works, [ her arms drop back to her side as she sighs. ] but it's just something that... [ makes a grumbly noise. ] I can't get past.
...ok, fine, if you ever expressed it using words, then probably. But you make faces sometimes that are totes all 'aw, D.Va'. [ smirks. ] And speaking of ♥ Follow me.
I want to be someone people can open up to and count on when the shit is about to hit the fan. IDK. I'm just tired of getting my head fucked with and dying.
I'm working on it. I have curbed a number of my more... self-destructive behaviors, and I'm trying to fix [ she drums on her chest. ] this. [ she just keeps walking in the hopes that he'll follow. ]
Because I know they'll be there for me when I need them most. But, not only that, that they'll help me through whatever I'm going through, whether I ask or not.
[ as soon as they enter her room they're going to get accosted by queen and banshee. ] Hey guys. [ stoops down to pick them both up, moving queen to her shoulder, so she can cradle her peacock. ]
[ queen is going to jump at intensity. hello. you're taller, and therefore the better perch, so enjoy that. ] ...heh, guess I do. [ she's going to set banshee down atop the mech statue and head for the closet. ] Are you coming?
[ or maybe she just wanted to play seven minutes in heaven ;3 ]
[ queen yowls when she's removed, but doesn't make any attempt to reattach herself to intensity. d.va just heads into the workshop, which looks like a bomb went off. there are tools, drawings, empty bottles, and metal eeeeeeeeeeeverywhere. ] I've been working on something for you for a while now. I think I showed Hurricane in the early stages, since he knows what's up, but I figure you could put this thing out on your balcony or... IDK.
[ leads him over to this; though the dragons have been carved to somewhat resemble blue-eyes. ] I can't tell you how many times I messed up making this thing. [ though there is a scrap pile in the corner with a few broken half circles and very crude looking dragons. ]
[He looks shocked for a moment before schooling his expression back to something neutral. Look, people can't know he's easily bribed by dragon things. His reputation...
But he circles it once, twice. Appraising it thoughtfully.]
Yeeeeep! I figured you could keep it outside on the balcony [ sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiides on over to him and ribs him playfully. ] for when you cuddle Blue-Eyes. That way you won't have to worry about getting too cold.
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What's your definition of strength?
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And it's other people relying on me and... not the other way around. I already know that's not really how it works, [ her arms drop back to her side as she sighs. ] but it's just something that... [ makes a grumbly noise. ] I can't get past.
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And to your other point, what does relying on even mean?
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I want to be someone people can open up to and count on when the shit is about to hit the fan. IDK. I'm just tired of getting my head fucked with and dying.
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Not the answer I was looking for.
Let me rephrase the question. Why do you rely on the people you do?
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[ as soon as they enter her room they're going to get accosted by queen and banshee. ] Hey guys. [ stoops down to pick them both up, moving queen to her shoulder, so she can cradle her peacock. ]
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Then there's your answer.
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[Like he can remember D.Va's mansion of rooms.
Moves swiftly enough to try and dislodge Queen. He's a one cat owner, thank you very much!]
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[ queen yowls when she's removed, but doesn't make any attempt to reattach herself to intensity. d.va just heads into the workshop, which looks like a bomb went off. there are tools, drawings, empty bottles, and metal eeeeeeeeeeeverywhere. ] I've been working on something for you for a while now. I think I showed Hurricane in the early stages, since he knows what's up, but I figure you could put this thing out on your balcony or... IDK.
[ leads him over to this; though the dragons have been carved to somewhat resemble blue-eyes. ] I can't tell you how many times I messed up making this thing. [ though there is a scrap pile in the corner with a few broken half circles and very crude looking dragons. ]
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But he circles it once, twice. Appraising it thoughtfully.]
So what is this exactly?
A fire pit?
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