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[twinfalchions]

If this is reparation for the damages done to the, erm... elevator, then I've no complaints in taking upon this "waitressing" job. Yet are the suggested uniforms so... hmm. Tawdry? Couldn't there be more spots or stripes?

Hmm? Well, if it'll boost morale for my fellow conscripts, then... I will be sure to wear this with pride.

Comments

[bubbles_tactician]

Er....It looks.....Strange at best....

[twinfalchions]

Truly? Perhaps if it was given more frills, or perhaps lace, then... [ Pause. ] Ah, but if it is the uniform for the job, I wouldn't question it.

[ Longer pause as she tilts her head at the ensemble. ] It does seem to grow on you, though.

[bubbles_tactician]

Maybe....? It..Certainly looks interesting...

[twinfalchions]

Doesn't it? And it's for a good cause, too.

[bubbles_tactician]

It certainly sounds fun.

[twinfalchions]

Yes. My initial hesitation is fading away. I've heard the proprietor is a kind man himself, so though I may be a novice, he will help in my learning.

[heybabe]

Well, I can definitely tell you one thing.

[hey lucina? there's that shit-eating grin on his face.]

You can serve me anytime you want.

1/?

[twinfalchions]

2/?

[twinfalchions]

That... is, um...!

3/?

[twinfalchions]

[ Wait. ]

4/?

[twinfalchions]

[ Frustrated sigh as she steps closer. ]

Inigo...

[twinfalchions]

[ She cocks her hand back and slaps him across the face. Or, wait. Slap? Sorry. Like her mom, she forgets to uncurl her fist to an open palm. ]

Do not get my hopes up! You aren't even in the game!

[ Priorities? Priorities. ]

[heybabe]

[There's a sigh as he nursed yet another new bruise on his face.]

Not really, no, but would that stop me?

[If you even have to answer that something's wrong man.]

[twinfalchions]

[ Totally deserved it. ]

Honestly? [ Sighing. ] No. I'd be surprised if there was. By now, I have gotten... used to it.

[heybabe]

Well, you're going to have to get more used to more compliments coming your way, love.

[and horrible flirtings.]

[panne]

Are you certain that is the reasoning?

[twinfalchions]

Reasoning as to what?

[panne]

As to why you must wear that... thing.

[twinfalchions]

My mundane hast stated it is a uniform that many within this business wear. It appears there are some backing to her words.

[ Hey, if Cynthia can convince her to do method acting in the middle of battle... ]

[panne]

[............]

If they backed other words, would you go along with those as well?

[twinfalchions]

What do you mean by that?

[ Totally doesn't see anything malicious or demeaning in this... which she suspects is what Panne is suspecting. ]

[panne]

[Sigh.] Disregard my words, human. There is nothing to be gained from furthering this line of conversation.

[twinfalchions]

Are you su-- [ Stops. She remembers from talks with Yarne that his mother was-- is a very frank and honest person. Doubting her is probably not a good idea, so Lucina just nods. ]

As you wish, then.

[panne]

[The change in thought causes Panne to spare a small smile for the girl.]

This does not mean we cannot continue speaking.

[twinfalchions]

Ah, well... [ Hmm. She'd never really had a chance to speak with Panne before, so now... ]

How are you faring, madam?

[yay_danger]

What's wrong with it?

[considering Tharja's usual look...]

[twinfalchions]

I just think there could be, ah, more added to it?

[yay_danger]

[pauses, considering]

Why? Are you fighting anybody in it?

[formulator]

[ Dau...der.... wat... ]

That uniform is........ [ How does she even....? ]




Why don't you find another job?

[twinfalchions]

[ Oh, hi, mother. Lucina straightens at her words. ]

There doesn't seem to be any other openings for me to take, and I believe it is something for me to work on other than just fighting.

[formulator]

There's surely something else out there. Right?

[twinfalchions]

It's... the only thing my mundane is really adamant in me joining.

[formulator]

. . . .

I think I have some words to say to them.

[ A mother's wrath, etc. ]

[twinfalchions]

[ Oh, that's not a good tone. ]

Mother, what's wrong? You only get this way if you feel that I'm in danger.

[formulator]

Danger can take many forms.

[ She won't stand for this, okay?

....She's just kind of skirting around why with Lucina. BUT YOU KNOW WHY, MUN. ]

[twinfalchions]

Is it the profession? My mundane has said waitressing is rather tame.

[ Speaking of skirts... neener. ]

[formulator]

It's... it's not the profession itself. I just-

I think you should find another job. One more suited to you!