(Oh, Quentin, you were doing good, and now she's rolling her eyes at him, although not all mean-spirited. He's right, and Kamala probably would agree with him that Sophie, the girl she met a few weeks ago, would call Kamala out for saying the same shit immediately.
Correct. That girl is not wholly this girl, though.
Ugh, she really is a nerd. God, she's getting called a nerd by Quentin Quire. Quentin. Quire. What has this world become. What has she become.)
/Yeah, well. Ugh. Get used to it, guess that's where I'm at right now. Are you coming, or do I gotta kick ass alone?/
[So here's the thing. Quentin would much rather go back to bed. He's tired, and as funny as it is to think about Sophie Cuckoo playing arcade games, he's also not... particularly excited about this much "quality" time with her, mainly because every conversation he has with her is littered with a metric fuckton of baggage and awkwardness. Sure, if he did go back to bed, his chances of actually sleeping would be slim, but at least he would spare himself the inevitable embarrassment.
He sighs and gets up from his seat.]
/Sure, why not. Might as well see your pro gamer skills in action, right?/
(And she agrees that he should go back to bed, or at least try — but she gave him a choice, and he chose to come with her. God knows why, she doesn't, and she doesn't wanna look into it either. Wherever they stand, she too senses just how delicate it is. One wrong word, one misplaced feeling, and they're most likely back to arguing.
But in some weird, fucked up way, she doesn't feel as alone when he's around. She won't complain if being around her is what he chooses to do.)
/... You're not gonna let me live this down, are you? I'll meet you here in a bit./
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Correct. That girl is not wholly this girl, though.
Ugh, she really is a nerd. God, she's getting called a nerd by Quentin Quire. Quentin. Quire. What has this world become. What has she become.)
/Yeah, well. Ugh. Get used to it, guess that's where I'm at right now. Are you coming, or do I gotta kick ass alone?/
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He sighs and gets up from his seat.]
/Sure, why not. Might as well see your pro gamer skills in action, right?/
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But in some weird, fucked up way, she doesn't feel as alone when he's around. She won't complain if being around her is what he chooses to do.)
/... You're not gonna let me live this down, are you? I'll meet you here in a bit./
(She's not gonna go out in PJs.)