in real life [semi-open]

[unwiseheart]

WHO: Nicolas & various people.
WHERE: Varied. Kitty's garage, Gregor's place, random restaurants, etc.
WHEN: Early February.
WHAT: Catch-all for the first part of February. PM or PP if you would like a thread.
WARNINGS: potential violence, mention of violence.

[ see comments for starters. ]

Comments

[unwiseheart]

Trust me on this one. Saya is far from perfect.

[ She eats people, Kitty. Seriously. ]

You really shouldn't compare yourself to her, anyhow. You're fine just the way you are.

[ By which he means human, normal, and probably a weird compliment, which is why he doesn't include those particular reasons. If only regular humans knew how lucky they were... ]

[rathercommon]

[ She gives a little laugh and brushes her (mussed) hair behind her shoulders. ]

Excuse you. I'm far better than just fine. I'm brilliant and gorgeous and charming. I've got a fresh and natural beauty, thanks.

[ And then she drops her mock-arrogant pose. ]

But - you know. She's so pretty. In just such a flawless way. - Do you like Saya, though?

[unwiseheart]

Oh? Is that so? I will remember all of that the next time I say something nice about you.

[ Just as gently mocking as her own claims had been and it's all good and well up until she asks if he likes Saya. Oh boy. To that? To that he has to drink his coffee, look away a bit, maybe shrug. ]

Uh, well. She's... okay.

[ Yeah. Just okay. ]

[rathercommon]

[ Huh. She casts her eyes over at Nicolas, her glance sidelong and calculating. ]

Just okay...?

[unwiseheart]

[ What? Why is she asking? Nicolas looks back, but warily this time. ]

Um, yes? Just... okay.

[rathercommon]

But you spend a lot of time together, don't you? More time than I see her spending with anyone else, at least.

[unwiseheart]

[ But what is she getting at? At this point, he's settling on confusion. That's what he'll be. Confused, not wary. ]

Isn't that what friends do?

[rathercommon]

So you are friends.

[unwiseheart]

[ Friends is more passable than allies, so... ]

What? Did you think otherwise?

[rathercommon]

Well, normally, you describe your friends as better than oh yeah she's just okay.

[unwiseheart]

There's nothing wrong with being okay...

[rathercommon]

Well, actually, I think there sort of is. When you describe something as just okay, usually you actually mean bad, don't you?

[unwiseheart]

What? No! By okay I mean okay. Since when did the definition of okay change?

[rathercommon]

Describing someone as okay has always been bad! It's like - that one - maxim. Oh, what was it, I read about it not so long ago...

[unwiseheart]

No, it hasn't! Okay is fine! [ Isn't it?! ] It's like that... what?

[ Kitty, please, he isn't a teenage girl. He isn't a teenage girl. ]

[rathercommon]

It was one of someone-or-other's maxims. It's one of the principles of proper etiquette in language, where if you just sort of state something normally where overstatement is the norm, then it'll be taken as negativity...basically.

[unwiseheart]

Fine, then what am I supposed to say, if okay isn't okay?

[rathercommon]

Good?

[unwiseheart]

[ He has to seriously consider that for a few seconds. Like, really seriously. Then, he'll say in a grave fashion, ]

Very well. Saya is good.

[ Only she absolutely fucking is not. ]

[rathercommon]

Oh, and now you sound sarcastic!

[unwiseheart]

No! I don't! What were you even hoping for? Some kind of heartfelt speech about her? You know those only happen in movies...

[rathercommon]

Yeah...Romance movies.

[unwiseheart]

Which I don't watch.

[ Sad to think he's probably memorized speeches from every other genre of movie, though. ]

[rathercommon]

Pity. I think you could do with a bit of romance in your life.

[ Says the giant hypocrite. ]

Anyway, I guess I was hoping for something a little more informative than...noncommittal grunts.

[unwiseheart]

[ Yeah, well, "we're accomplices in a murder plot, she's very reasonable about it" is a bit more informative than Nicolas wants to be with anyone. ]

And that's an opinion based on...? [ Facts? Assumptions? Though he at least sounds generally good-natured about it, like this is all one big running gag conversation. ] We're friends. I can't think of what else there's to say about it, it is what it is.