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Who: Psiioniic and others
When: throughout the week
Where: Coral Corral 5 and Feferi's home
Style: Assorted
Status: Closed-ish, open to people that have a reason to be at the house.

[ It's good to be out of the Larmline Apartments. No bombs, no stabbings, no random shocking violence to worry about out in the Coral Corral neighborhood as far as Psiioniic knows.

So it's about time they started getting things settled in finally.

Painting, gardening, cleaning up-- they're all valid places to catch the creepy old troll at work meticulously performing all these tasks.

Or, alternately, talking to bees, watching tv, or cooking. Hey, being a free troll has its perks. ]

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[ A tremble runs through him, and he blinks a few times before turning his head to look at her more directly. Did he misplace a moment there? He's not entirely sure, that that seems to be the case. ]

I... I am glad that it is your choice to be here.

[ And as he says that, psionic dinner preparations resume. ]

Yeah, well, of course it is.

[ Deep breath. You can say it, Inansa, you can fucking say it-

She takes his hand in hers, bowing down to kiss it softly. Like she totally knows what she is doing. Because she does, okay, this is how you woo someone!! ]

I'm pale for you, after all.

[ The pot, thankfully now empty, just drops from the grasp of his mind to clatter to the floor in the audible expression of just how stunned the Psiioniic is by that confession. The pasta narrowly avoids a similar fate by its bowl being only an inch or two above the counter. ]

I apologize.

[ He ducks his head down in a characteristic gesture, looking for all the world as if he wishes he were very small.

He would have to explain that he was incapable and then something would happen and she would never be there anymore. It hurts to know how terrible yet inevitable this is. ]

I apologize. This system does not have programming...

[ He makes a sound very much like a whimper. He's blanking on any of his self-soothing strategies, a little seed of panic growing exponentially. ]

Of course you don't have programming for it. You're a troll. It's not something a machine can emulate.

[ No, no Psii, don't make that sound, it makes her hurt inside. She moves back up, reaching up to touch a hand against his cheek, a gentle almost-pap, her thumb stroking against his skin. ]

Shhhhhhhh. Come on, it's not the end of the world if I love you, is it?

[ There might be a small note of worry in her voice. Please ignore it. ]

[ Yes, or it feels like it certainly should be the end of the world at the very least. He had so few people that he felt so strongly towards, and now he would ruin everything and be short by one more.

He wants to lean against her hand, but he's too stiffly scared of the inevitable to move. ]

I do not have the ability to engage in quadrant behaviors.

[ Which makes her feelings something that would lead to inevitable disappointment, and then it would be Darkleer all over again. ]

I do not know if it is possible to learn this.

[ So please stop loving him? ]

You do, and you can. Even if you can't figure it out right now.

[ Her voice is soft, but her tone is firm. Completely certain of herself, and of Psii. ]

If you're going to say no, I can't do it because I'm a Helmsman, that's not a no and I won't take that for an answer. That's ducking out of the question of what you want to do about this, not answering it.

You don't have to answer right now, you know. I'll wait until you can, as long as it takes, because you're worth waiting for or I wouldn't be here. I'm not going away until you give me a real answer, and even then only if you want me to.

[ She's still stroking his cheek. No way, you're stuck, she'll love you forever, Psii. ]

If I cannot...

[ His voice is very small, and he turns to lean into her and duck his head down. She is a pirate without peer, a strong and confident person, and he feels safe with her.

That is what makes this so difficult, really. ]

I may make the wrong decision.

What would happen if I were to fail you?

You'll never fail me as long as your decisions are yours, Psii. Not from fear or programming, but your own desires. That's all I want for you.

[ Her voice is strangely soft and soothing, for Mindfang, and she curls her arm around him to hold him close. ]

I'll only leave if you want me to.

It would be painful. It would be painful to be without you.

[ But, ultimately, he's terrified of that very real possibility that he will become ultimately undesirable company for her. He was fundamentally damaged as far as he knew, and pale feelings required proper reciprocation.

What had happened with Darkleer is proof enough as to the consequences of being unable to do so successfully. ]

I do not want that pain.

Then you won't have that pain.

[ She takes his hand, kisses the back of it again. ]

Not ever. That's...what this is about, right? I mean, I'm not that great at pity, but. I don't want you to be hurt. So I won't hurt you. Simple as that.

[ She hugs him in against her tightly. ]

I believe in you. I believe you can do it, and I can wait centuries. I mean, I'm not very patient or anything! But you've done a lot for me, so I can wait for you.

I will... attempt to accomplish this before many centuries must pass.

[ He touches her arm gently, affectionately even if it's very subtle and understated. ]

But if your patience ends before that time, I am still glad you care for me.

You're a lucky troll, and you're very special. It takes that kind of person to get me waxing pale. So don't ever forget that. Write that wherever in your head it'll stay forever.

[ She leans up on tiptoes, kisses the top of his head, before carefully letting him go, one hand lingering on his arm as well. ]

And finish our dinner, okay? You'll feel better for having some food in you.

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