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Fortieth Reap → Action

[The last couple of weeks have been really eventful for Ragna. He died and his death penalty took away the Azure he was used to, leaving with with a worthless arm and eye. Stuff happened between himself and Noel. And he learned how to bake brownies, give or take. Given that most of this happened while Ragna was trying to hole himself up in hiding or in the house, Ragna decided that he needed to get outside and do something. Something productive. So what does he decide to do?

A night at Good Spirits.

It's kind of productive. Socially productive. Only a little bit, because he's not all that social anyway. But it's a thing he's doing, and it's taking a lot out of him given the fact that he's showing up in public with a worthless arm and eye. It shows weakness, and it's something Ragna doesn't want to broadcast to the world. But he can't hide in the house forever. Noel had been nagging him about it, and he didn't want to hear it from someone else he knows when they realize he hasn't been getting that much air. People can be annoying, gosh.

Anyway, once Ragna settles himself in the bar, he minds his own business and resigns himself to looking kind of mopey by the bar counter with a drink in hand. A light drink, because he's learned that holding his liquor is virtually impossible for him. Or maybe it was that god awful drink Nami brought him -- doesn't matter, he's sticking to the light stuff.

Come bother the guy since he's out and about for the first time, and not trying to be sneaky. But he is trying to look normal, which just makes him look weird. Like side-eying people and accidentally making faces.]

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[For some reason, she nearly gives him the reason being that he's a wanted criminal... but this isn't their world, and that couldn't be the reason. What was that all about?]

Huh? Why would they do that...? [--And just then, she spots the bartender.] Ah, uh-- Excuse me! One Going Merry, please!

[...

Attention's back on you.]

[Wow, that's rude, Noel. And definitely not a drink that Ragna would have anytime soon. More power to her, he supposes.]

If I knew the answer, I wouldn't be getting all worked up. [Yes he would.]

Are you looking at them yourself? [She watches the bartender work on her drink for a moment before returning her attention to him again.] Maybe they think you want something from them.

I'm not looking at anybody. [Such a lie.] Just looking around a bit every once in awhile. Nothing really attention grabbing.

You tend to stick out in a crowd often... [As she speaks, the one working the bar hands her the drink. After she thanks him, she takes the drink and continues--] There has to be a reason for that, don't you think?

[Ragna's eyes follow the bartender down to the drink, and his eyes are caught on that as he speaks.]

Yeah. There's a reason back home, but the only reason around here I can think of is--

[Right. The thing he did in June. That's a good reason why people might be giving him weird looks, because he's not giving anyone else weird looks to warrant it and virtually no one recognized him for the whole June incident, no sir.

Ragna just cuts himself over and takes a sip of his drink instead of continuing.]

[Anyone would begin to worry the moment that sort of look sets in, and Noel isn't any different.] ...Ragna?

[...right. Damn it all, she knows exactly what he's thinking. She does, doesn't she? Well, whatever the case, she reaches out and takes hold of his arm.]

I... I don't think it's that, if you're thinking what I think you're thinking.

Sure, you keep telling yourself that. If it's not that, then what is it? [Doesn't matter.] I mean, there's bound to be one person doing it because of that anyway.

[He places his drink on the counter and sighs. Is he being a hypocrite right now? Yeah, probably. Suck it up, Ragna. If they want to give looks because of something he couldn't control (somewhat), then screw 'em.]

[.....]

They... could be looking at your hair. [What!? It's a valid theory!] It's not everyday that you see something like it!

[Ragna raises his head to get a better look at Noel.]

Are you saying something about my hair? [Please don't quote Taokaka.]

N-No! Nothing bad, just... [She takes her drink, swirling around the contents. um.] It's a very unique style, don't you think?

No.

But why?

It's natural, not weird. The hell makes it so unique... the color?

There's that... but then it's the shape, too! [All this talk almost makes her want to touch it... resist, Noel.] Is it naturally spiky?

... Did you miss the part where I said "natural"? Or was I talking to someone else a second ago.

[Naturally... spiky...

She takes a few sips from her drink. It's way out of left field, and she feels almost weird for asking, but this is Ragna.]

C-Can I... Can I, um...

[He already knows where this is going. Because it's Noel, and her eyes are completely locked on to his hair, ready to fire the missile that is her hand.]

... Why?

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Um, that's... I-I mean... it's n-naturally spiky, you said. Does it really feel like... y-you know...?

Soft. I get it. [Siiiiiiiiiiiigh.] Fine, get it over with when no one's looking. Don't need anymore stares, alright?

[!] Really!?

Not so loud, idiot! [Pause.] Yes, really.

[In a hushed whisper:] You don't have to call me that!

[Well, onto more important matters. He gave her permission, didn't he? And as long as no one was looking... but was this really okay?

Of course it was! It's like a... a science experiment, or something! Does his hair feel soft, or like someone applied too much hair gel?

...hand is reaching out. And...

...

There.]

... I-It's...

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