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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.]
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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[It's not irritation at her making him raise his voice, but mostly the struggle of letting her lean against him for leverage and him trying to get to the booth. Once they're there, he'll just pile into the booth with her and think for a second.
She can do whatever she wants, so long as she doesn't start crying again. >:C]
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I'm not-- We're not getting into this again! [ANGRY SIGH.]
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What does that even mean!?
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You're-- What? [Where did it even come from!?] You're not making any damn sense!
[He's being pretty loud, especially to someone who's drunk and leaning on him in a booth.]
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[... ...um.]
Wh... Where did all the drinks go?
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[Thank you for proving his point in one breath, Noel. Makes life easier.]
--They're back on the counter, 'cause you don't need anymore.
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[...but appears to be doing a shitty job at that. 8|a]
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Can't you just do what I say!?
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Mmph! [WILL YOU PLEASE RELEASE YOUR HAND, AT LEAST?]
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Nod your head if you're gonna be good!
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Out of defiance, she angrily shakes her head no. B|]
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That it may have well been stapled.]
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To pry off.
Hand.
LET GO.] Mmmmm!
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Remember how there were some people staring? ...some?]
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[People staring? Perish the thought. Ragna certainly has.]
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Being the adult that she is, she shoves her face in his chest.]
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OW OW OW HIS HAND CAN'T BEND LIKE THAT, pulling that away now.] Agh!
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