Autumn, November 25th (Backdated) - Tequila Mockingbird

[zenoh]

Genessia City - Garden Park

[ Ayame is known to her friends as a quiet professional. Even elegant. But this morning, that same woman seemed to have partied too hard the night before and abandoned her usual self wherever she went last. Clad in a casual outfit of a t-shirt and a thin vest with a pair of pants and boots; asleep on the bench with a crown on her head that she is only using the rim of as an eye shield, Ayame loosely holds the neck of an empty bottle of tequila while another box is under the bench she's using as a bed.

Oh, and there's a small tank parked surprisingly neatly on the side of the street. It's not much larger than a pick-up truck though it's wide, so it doesn't take a lot of space on the street as a normal tank would. But it's a goddamn tank. ]

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[ubiquitously]

[Uai is in no position to judge people, ever. He knows he is not a model citizen himself and people who tolerate him are saints or crazy. Worrying, however, is something he feels is completely within his right.

He stops by Ayame's bench and taps her shoulder.]

We can't play in the space simulation if you're dead from cold.

[zenoh]

[ Ayame jolts awake as if Uai's fingers had a touch of electricity in it. Fumbling slightly to adjust the rim of the crown hanging on her head, Ayame drearily and groggily groans and tries to open her eyes. She inspects Uai who is standing before her, blinking and unsure in the way her first instinct was to touch him to see if he's real ]

I might actually be dead. It certainly feels like it...

[ Her voice is a little raspy, still drunk from last night and feeling sluggish in the way she adjusts herself on the bench to sit. She groans another time, seeing the tank and doing a double take that finally propped her eyes open in surprise. ]

Why is there-- Wait. I... That was a car last night.

[ubiquitously]

[And he recoils very quickly, afraid he's hurt her. Uai withdraws his hand and holds it to his face, briefly checking for blood. That was careless! No matter how comfortable he gets playing "normal human" for the family, he really needs to remember that he's dangerous.

But there's no blood. Slowly, Uai kneels down in front of her on the bench. His gaze shifts to the tank when she mentions it.]

... Well. At least you don't burn cars when you're drunk? [Bad time for telling bad jokes.

He looks back at Ayame, properly concerned.] Are you okay? Other than maybe being dead. You're seriously going to get sick, if you're not sick already.

[zenoh]

I actually don't get sick from temperature drops or exposure. Sickness only occurs when overusing my powers.

[ Like after the carnival. She sighs, sometimes she wish she does. Ayame's eyes were drawn to her own feet as she sat down, so she missed the way Uai recoiled. She stretches; pushing her chest out with a groan and twisting her torso from side to side to make her bones crack. His joke went over her head, so she didn't give a response to it but answered his question nonetheless ]

I'll be okay once I get to my own bed. I'm still feeling quite tipsy to get myself home without walking... Can you drive?

[ Her thoughts are fragmented by so many of them vying for her attention at once. Thinking to ask Uai if he can drive while cocking her head towards the tank is something that didn't register immediately to her. ]