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[One might imagine seeing Szelhamos outside of his subgate might mean there's something going on at home.

One would then be only half mistaken: Home is fine! The food though. The food got boring.

There's only one way to solve a boring food problem.

Ergo, for the first time in Christ knows how long, here he is, out and about. At any point in time, at any goddamn place, in almost any city, he'll probably be spotted, eating something.

Standing and eating. Sitting and eating. Walking and eating. Antagonizing the soulless denizens and eating. Just eating in general. Eating like he hasn't eaten in weeks. Sure he doesn't have to, but the point of pointless excess is that it's totally pointless, so fuck off.

Midge is, of course, there, the fat, rolly polly corgi keeping in constant step with his master. Too warm for sweaters now, so the usual ridiculous doggy outfit has been eschewed for a totally ridiculous, neon pink bandanna.

Feel free to chat him up, the usually solitary demon seems almost genuinely chatty and sociable today.]

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[As she has not taken up any kind of employment yet, she has lost her accommodations, and is very much out and about. All the time.

She's just walking down a street in one of the weirder cities (they are all weird, except Fayren okay), the necklace she has to take with her to travel, no where to be seen on her person. (It's safely tucked in her little blue pouch.) She'd call it exploring, but most would call it aimless wandering. Semantics.

Anyway, that's when she sees someone she recognizes. Someone shoving food into his mouth so fast it's a little concerning. And that's what draws her up to him.]

I think you're supposed to chew, between bites.

[Hello!]

[Before she'd even started getting close, the corgi had locked those large, golden eyes on her, unblinking and wide. Szel, of course, had not even fucking paused in eating.

Gourmet caramel popcorn seemed to be the snack of the day here, so hey at least he has good taste. He didn't even look at her as she addressed him.

Midge, on the other hand, still had yet to even blink.]

Thanks mom, I'll remember that.

[And her response is to crack the slightest smile.]

All right, that's fair.

[Why did he have to have sugar? She can feel her stomach wanting to growl, just from the smell. She ignores though. Rations were serving her fine.

Just. Fine.]

Do you remember me?

[His head cocks just a little towards her, and at the exact same time, the corgi's ears twitch and perk. Listening]

Unfortunately.

[YOU CALLED HIM NICE. IT WAS TERRIBLE. HE LOST SLEEP]

You're the one with the terrible judgement of character.

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[But does he need sleep?

Now her smile grows a little wider.]

You know, people keep saying that to me. But my instincts on people are very accurate.

[She doesn't care what anyone says; Yoshimo was a good man, and a good friend. Just because he was under a gaeas doesn't change that.]

On opposite day.

[MUNCH MUNCH CARAMEL]

Which is isn't, so you're wrong.

Telling me I'm wrong doesn't actually equate to me being wrong.

[YOU ARE NICE, SZEL. DEAL WITH IT.]

Except when it does, because I know me a lot better than you do.

I live with me.

[A single popcorn kernel is picked out of the bag, and with alarming accuracy, considering he definitely looks as blind as a bat, the caramel coated piece is flicked at her face, aimed dead between the eyes.]

I'm an excellent judge of my character, thusly.

[And it hits her dead between the eyes, making her flinch slightly. She catches it on the bounce, and pops that directly into her mouth.

Her eyes do not roll back in her head, but it's a near thing.]

I think you're standing too close then. I've got a better view over here.

Look.

[He didn't mean to feed you, how very dare]

I understand that you're enamored. I know that's a very easy thing to do, when it comes to me.

I get it.

I'm very attractive, I clearly have money, I'm an excellent dresser and I'm obviously, openly brilliant.

In comparison to everyone else here, I'm clearly an oasis of charm, class and intelligence.

I empathize with your situation. But I don't like you like that.

[Okay, well that's one way to trip her up.

Her face turns pink in a second, her mouth open, working a little like a fish out of water, for a few seconds, before she can get her bearings.]

Wha- You think...that I was.... Oh hells-

I am...not, flirting with you. I mean, not that you aren't all those very nice things. You are, of course. You're one of the only people I even know the name of here, and I enjoy talking to you. It's very pleasant. But not that kind of pleasant. I mean, I'm sure in the right circumstances, with the right person it's that kind of pleasant, but not with me. That is not at all my intention. No, no, no-

[So, interesting fact about Syeira: She babbles when she gets flustered.]

[DING DING DING

It only takes him a matter of seconds, listening to that flustered babble, for a far too sharp smile to start splitting his face.

Oh.

Oh, so that's the fun button.]

... So you do think I'm pretty?

[Yep that's the one. She's quite red faced at this point. It's going down her neck.

Honestly, it's too easy, Szelhamos. You should be ashamed.]

Well yes- but not like that! This is [She makes a back and forth gesture between them.] strictly friendly and platonic. That's all. That's a very interesting dog you have there!

[PLEASE LETS CHANGE THE SUBJECT AT A BREAK NECK SPEED.]

And you think I'm charming~. My word, well I have no idea what to say about this.

[Sorry, not helping you with that subject change. Midge's nub tail is going a mile a minute though, someone seems pretty happy about this entire mess.]

In a purely friends capacity!

[If she gets any redder, she'll catch on fire.

She covers her face with both hands,
trying to figure out how to get this conversation back under control.

It's not going well.]

It's like talking to Jarlaxle.

Oh, is that another friend you flirt with?

No! I do not flirt with him.

[Please wait. Processing.]

I'm not flirting with you!

You're getting better at being succinct with your loud, insistent denial, you learn fast!

[To be fair, she's not quite so off guard, so her loud, insistent denial is a bit more pointed. Her babbling will recurring the next time she's surprised embarrassed.

But he's right. She does actually learn fast. And something has, at last, occurred to her.]

You're doing this on purpose.

[The answer to this is a single finger pistol and a shit eating grin]

[You know what? She's going to snatch some of your popcorn for that. She's pretty quick too. Boots of Speed,
thank you. ]

[HEY NO

FUCK OFF, NO SHARING.

He yanks the bag up, right over his head, scowling sharply as he loses a few kernels in his desperate attempt to be a greedy piece of shit]

Rude!

You'd know.

[And she pertly tosses one if the pilfered popped pieces into her mouth.]

Excuse you, I was standing here, minding my own business, until you decided to waddle up and antagonize me.

I was leaving everyone alone today.

I didn't antagonize you. I was being friendly.

[She's not going to fall for the guilt trip this time.]

You're the one who decided to pick on me.

heck yeah

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