Mun is trying to share the excitement and feels with him

[lifewithnoconsequence]

...And what would you like me to say about it!

[I think he should watch it again.]

I don't want to, and quite frankly I think this is becoming rather tasteless of you. Now leave me alone.

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[luxuryflower]

How insistent they are, these muns, isn't that so?

[She may or may not be laughing at him, just a little.]

[lifewithnoconsequence]

I would use a much less polite term personally. As this...is a rather sensitive subject.

[Why you laugh at Krebs?]

[blueherring]

Oh that is sad.

[Pout pout. Her little parade is being rained on. THAT POOR DOG.]

Your mun must really love to put people down in the dumps, buddy.

[lifewithnoconsequence]

They mean well.

[Krebs thinks anyway. This is not exactly the first time such subjects have been broached upon him.]

[blueherring]

As long as the little dog gets to be happy, then I'm happy.
That's... a world war right? No?...

M-maybe?

[Goodness, she should know this. She's been so busy spilling over spellbooks she hasn't been getting her history in.]

[lifewithnoconsequence]

My mun says to just play the game and find out.

[Krebs really could not care either way. Considering how many service animals were killed in wounded.]

Seems to be that way.

[blueherring]

You look like a guy with experience.

[She couldn't help but comment absentmindedly.]

[lifewithnoconsequence]

Do I? Guess you could say that.

[blueherring]

You definitely do.
And what's that supposed to mean?

[lifewithnoconsequence]

I should be the one to ask you that very question.

[blueherring]

People who do things just have a look. You know...
It's hard to explain. I-- I've seen it before... but--

...

...Listen, I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have assumed anything.

[lifewithnoconsequence]

You should not have to apologize for anything.

[Seriously, don't.]

[blueherring]

...

[And that's when she squints at him. It's not scrutiny or anything, but there's a gentle confusion.]

...My name's Katherine.

[She held her hand out to him-- ]

Well...? Do you? Have experience?

[lifewithnoconsequence]

I'm Harold.

[He doesn't shake the hand. Karen's doesn't really like being that close to people.]

Guess I do.

[blueherring]

[Her hand lingers in the air-- much longer than it should. Eventually it became obvious he wasn't going to shake it.]

Don't like touching people, Harold?

[She won't take it as offense-- moving into her purse. From there, she was already plucking out two nips of alcohol.]

[lifewithnoconsequence]

Just folks I don't know real well.

[And his eyes might be lingering on where her hand was moving.]

[blueherring]

You drink?

[She raises a brow, a small smile forming on her face. She's got at least 10 in her bag. She offered him one of the bottles, deliberately holding it with only two fingers, as if not to touch him.]

[lifewithnoconsequence]

Not excessively.

[blueherring]

Then drink with me.

[She wiggles it in front of him, as if prompting him to take it.]

I've got to admit Harold... you're the most closed off man I've met in a long time. You remind me of my brother.

[lifewithnoconsequence]

I prefer to drink alone.

[No he doesn't.]

[blueherring]

No one likes to drink alone.

[She could tell he was totally lying for that one. She'd still hold it out insistently.]

[lifewithnoconsequence]

Perhaps I'm the exception then.

[blueherring]

Bull.

Don't knock it till you try it.

[lifewithnoconsequence]

Never heard that one before.

[blueherring]

You're so funny, Harold.
Am I that pretty to look at?

[She's joking. Just cause he seemed to be adamant on not drinking alcohol.]

[lifewithnoconsequence]

...No.

[Yes, but only to look at.]

[blueherring]

[Annnd she's offended.]

...

...

Hey.

[lifewithnoconsequence]

[Krebs sighed.]

What?

[blueherring]

You're not supposed to tell a girl she's ugly to her face.

[She stuck her tongue out at him.]

[lifewithnoconsequence]

I'm sorry?

[He knows this, and he is not sorry.]

[blueherring]

[And she's taking back that nip.
Cue the deadpan expression.]

Do you even have any friends?

[lifewithnoconsequence]

Most likely not.

[Once upon a time he did!]

[blueherring]

Are you mourning, Harold?

[She nudged him with her hip.]

You're a dick kind of, but I'm willing to listen to you.

[lifewithnoconsequence]

Can't say I'm mourning.

[blueherring]

What are you doing then?
If not mourning and insulting pretty girls?

[lifewithnoconsequence]

Talking, evidently.

sorry for a late reply. ;u;

[blueherring]

[She was quiet for a long moment-- still smiling. Patient. It was a little harder with him, but she'd eventually regain her bearings. The silence would probably last at least a minute.]

Why do you want to be alone so badly, Harold?

[This time she spoke softer.]