There's no guarantee it'll come out, either, it may not even be a problem... if they don't realize I'm hurt, do you really think they'll suspect me of anything?
[he snaps his fan open, fanning himself again. he's forgotten about fixing her hair for now.]
Okay. Okay, alright. [ she sighs out heavily and just - falls forward into her own lap, crunched up like a grumpy pretzel. ] This is a bad idea but - I'm gonna try to protect you.
If you can just- help me say I'm not injured, and keep it between us, that's more than enough protection.
[he hopes. he really, really hopes. if he's forced into a corner, maybe he'll reconsider-- but as far as he can see it, the safest option is to just admit to nothing ever.]
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[he snaps his fan open, fanning himself again. he's forgotten about fixing her hair for now.]
No one else knows. As long as it's just us--
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Once they figure out a sharp weapon slit his throat they might. [ also - there's a bit of guilt in her, and then: ] I think this is a mistake.
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[unless, you know, she's spilled about the secret fan weapon. he notices the guilt, though, and it sparks a little fear in return.]
Miss Beau-- please. It's not just what happens tomorrow, if they know then I'm afraid someone else will...
[he barely lived this time; he doesn't expect to live twice.]
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Okay. Okay, alright. [ she sighs out heavily and just - falls forward into her own lap, crunched up like a grumpy pretzel. ] This is a bad idea but - I'm gonna try to protect you.
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[he hopes. he really, really hopes. if he's forced into a corner, maybe he'll reconsider-- but as far as he can see it, the safest option is to just admit to nothing ever.]
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[he sets the fan down, just sort of trying to lean around and peer at her from where he's sitting.]
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[sometimes life is way more than you were expecting, okay. IT COMES AT YOU FAST.]
For what it may be worth, I am sorry I had to ask this of you.
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We'll figure it out, babe. Promise.