A troop came in selling Girl Scout Cookies [What's a Samoa?] They asked him if he wanted one to taste But they couldn't beat a gang of Girl Scout Crookies And he don't want no trouble in his place
[Now they're just getting silly. There's one quiet hint of laugh from him in turn. Something that was also rare, and had been years since it had happened.
The hint of smile is still there as he stays close enough where she would be the only one who heard.]
[Okay, she wasn't expecting him to do that--he'd been so awkward when she hugged him in the hospital! There is an amused squeak and a laugh, Lydia holding on and hugging him back, her smile bright. She's surprisingly light--still small for her age really.]
[She plucks up a pink bra, tosses it to him, and follows up with a pink garter belt. She leaves the panties alone if only because she knows that might be a little too uncomfortable. Whether he wears them on the outside of his clothes or underneath, it doesn't matter. He'll know. And she'll know. Rukia gestures to the dressing room with a bright smile.]
[Now that she has a better idea of what he's doing, she's completely on board. The customs of the living are fascinating to her. She makes a fist and sticks out her thumb with a triumphant grin.]
[That smile on it's own might be enough to sour the freshest milk, under the right circumstances. He's heard enough of the pranks Lydia got up to back home.]
Why am I...not convinced?
[But sure, if it's only to take a picture...he'll even flick his head to one side to dismiss some of the hair out of his face.]
[...well if that hadn't been obvious enough, Sephiroth even does the customary flick of his hair as if to get his bangs out of his face to try and emphasize.]
-your hair, Rukia.
The climate at Esdham, or indeed through the summer months, can strip hair of so much in the way of nutrition.
[If he didn't have to give out beers and keep on smiling, the Barkeep would be crying with joy.]
Take it outside, I'm a peaceable man Don't want to be no witness to no rubble You've got a whole town square to spit and cuss and swear Or if you want a fracas or a tumble!
[Ellana gets a beer! He's going to wrap up the song right now, because why prolong his suffering?]
I don't want no trouble in my place I don't want no trouble in my place Look at this law-abiding, easy-riding, bona-fiding face I don't want no trouble in my place!
[He throws his arms in the air and the patrons applaud. Thank GOD it's over.]
"So!" Mordecai folded his hands and shuffled awkwardly. "Didja know I one wrote a story where you teamed up with Olivier and Allenby to save Sparks Nevada from Jenni?"
If Tazendra didn't believe him, fine. He didn't enjoy sharing the fruits of his hobby in the first place.
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