special_rabbit | MCA #-2 (And On the Way To..), Tuesday Evening [05/28].

When plans were originally made for Seivarden to make it up to Amaya for crashing at her place and shedding all over her furniture and being a cat for a couple of weeks, the worst obstacle Amaya would have to face getting over there was maybe some wet boots. Wet boots didn't seem as much a problem this time around, but there was no denying that the critters she'd likely encounter on the way were some really nasty and unpleasant sons-of-witches. Now, Amaya made weapons, but she wasn't much of a fighter, unless she needed to be, and she had a pretty good frying pan that she weilded with exceptional ease for these occasions, buuuut....

Well, she'd been worried about the Crumbler being ruined with all the water, and woke up to find the Crumbler not only not ruined with rust and rot, but instead, immensely improved with all sorts of new accessories that she was just dying to test out.

And she was always complaining that there wasn't nearly enough stuff that needed Crumbling around here...

So please to not mind the over-eager blacksmith making her way through the streets and clearing her path of anything that might get in the way with a far too underutilized Crumbler. Turns out, Crumblers could handle giant scorpions and radroaches and mole rats incredibly well.

She was almost tempted to go on around another loop through the town, but, well, it would be rude to late. So she pulled the Crumbler aside once she reached MCA, toss a tarp over her for protection, and headed on in and down to Seivarden's apartment, where she knocked on the door and took a few moments to make sure she hadn't gotten any crumbled bits of monsters stuck on her or anything.

[[ mostly for the former cat (and her roommate, too, if he wants to hang out!), but, hey, if anyone wants to jump in and say hi while she's Crumbling through town before getting there, I am so for it. ]]

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"I suppose so," Amaya drawled easily, grinning as she may have shifted a little herself to get a bit more comfortable on the couch, taking in a bit more of the action of the movie on the screen, as a ship was firing, but it was doing a fine job of missing the target, thus delaying her hope for another explosion. "Little too much comfort'll make you soft, though. A little sacrifice in position or tea served a bit later than usual," no, that wasn't a pointed smirk on her face just then, really, it wasn't!, "never hurt anybody."

"Are you trying to tease me?" Seivarden asked, not looking particularly offended. "And I'm paying you back, aren't I?"

In all sorts of fun ways.

"Ain't no trying about it," stated Amaya, lifting her chin, but the loftiness was likely spoiled by her grin. "I am teasing you. And paying me back doesn't exempt you from teasing; even if it did, you've still got a ways to go there, Captain."

"I thought we had plans for that?" Seivarden pointed out, then took a sip from her drink. "After the movie."

The movie, which not showed an argument between the jealous one and the lover, making fun of the latter's mother, who had made herself impossible in polite society.

"Ahhh," noted Amaya, grinning faintly, "but we're not there yet."

Nor would it cause the teasing to cease. Sorry, Seivarden. You were stuck with it now. And it was good for you, besides.

But the argument on the screen was getting distractedly heated, which just inspired her to do a little more thinking out loud. "Now here's a question," she ventured. "What's the nice, civilized Radchaai think about maybe just throwing a good punch or two in there every once in a while?"

It seemed to her like it would get a lot more done than all this dramatic arguing and gesturing, but it seemed that all Amaya needed to do was just wait a second. The jealous one went ahead and, in that moment, pulled back and went to punch....someone. Amaya hadn't been paying nearly enough attention to really be able to tell exactly who was who, plotwise.

"That's more like it!" she practically cheered, straightening up where she sat.

And then sat right back in disappointment as that mighty fine punch turned into an overly passionate embrace. "Nope!" she snorted. "Spoke too soon."

"Have anything I've done made you think that punching people occasionally is uncivilized?"

She smirked. "The kissing is not compulsory, by the way."

MCA #-2 (And On the Way To..), Tuesday Evening [05/28].

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