[They take the bait. Not like it's not a genuine request, but it gets her what she needs- them moving, not staring at a dead man they both called friend, neither of them breaking just yet. Tess watches Kino stand, the long line of gauze tumbling out in their wake, useless worthless thing.
Poor kid.
She stays where she is, waits, watches them leave, until she's sure they'll manage, one foot in front of the other. She aught to call someone to help, It was hard sort of work. The soil here was heavy and wet and not without the tangled roots of trees and stones. But who the hell would she call? Joel? Fucking laughable There wasn't really anyone. No, she'd do it herself, with a couple of kids who'd probably never done anything like it. Hope that it left them so tired they wouldn't have the energy to think. Better that way, probably. Maybe they'd be able to sleep, then.
Hell She's been sitting there too long with her back to a corpse and no company but the birds. It wouldn't take them all that long to get back, especially not if Kino found that motorcycle of theirs. Lets out a breath she hasn't really been holding, pushes herself to her feet for no damn reason at all. Another long second, stalling, before she turns on her heels, just a few steps until she can lower herself back down to her heels, get lazy and sit, ass the the ground next to him.]
Wade Wilson, huh?
[Fingers laced over the top of her knees. Not all that much different than Kino, except the the line of her legs is loser. Shoulders more open.]
You're real shit at this, you know?
[Lifts a single dirty, smudged red-black hand to scratch her thumb against the line of her cheek. Her voice is level and familiar. Raw only from lack of sleep.]
Ellie's dead. I figure you probably didn't know. Can't imagine you'd be pulling this shit on me if you did. Might apologize for whining to you about it, except you're fucking dead, so I guess you're going to have to put up with it, huh?
[She almost says I need you. But it doesn't make much sense to lie to a dead man. Especially not one who could usually tell when she was full of shit anyway.]
Fucked up again, big surprise. Birds of a feather, right?
[And she's as soft as she's likely to be.]
I really could have used you.
[Closer to the truth. Drags her eyes down from where they're trained forward to look at him. Paler, but not half so much as the girl she'd put in the ground what, an hour ago? She reaches out a hand, brushes his fringe back, barest amount of contact. The cool of his skin doesn't make he's crawl. It's not unfamiliar.
She doesn't kiss him. She hasn't been that naive in a long damn time. Leaves her hand to fall in the dirt beside her.]
At least you got a haircut.
[Shifts, enough to reach the other into her back pocket. Avoids the familiar line of a useless object, long smooth line of it, the frayed edges of a picture that doesn't belong to her, and finds what she's looking for. Brought up between her knees and the lurid red of the wrapper looks even more garish and artificial in the filtered light of Macha. Unwraps it slow, thoughtful, dirty fingers wiped off absentmindedly before she puts it in her mouth.
Just as over-sweet and fake as she'd expected. Stale, too. Hard to imagine it was worth the wait.
When the kids get back that's where they'll find her. Dry eyed and a strawberry candy tucked in the back of her cheek.]
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Poor kid.
She stays where she is, waits, watches them leave, until she's sure they'll manage, one foot in front of the other. She aught to call someone to help, It was hard sort of work. The soil here was heavy and wet and not without the tangled roots of trees and stones. But who the hell would she call? Joel? Fucking laughable There wasn't really anyone. No, she'd do it herself, with a couple of kids who'd probably never done anything like it. Hope that it left them so tired they wouldn't have the energy to think. Better that way, probably. Maybe they'd be able to sleep, then.
Hell She's been sitting there too long with her back to a corpse and no company but the birds. It wouldn't take them all that long to get back, especially not if Kino found that motorcycle of theirs. Lets out a breath she hasn't really been holding, pushes herself to her feet for no damn reason at all. Another long second, stalling, before she turns on her heels, just a few steps until she can lower herself back down to her heels, get lazy and sit, ass the the ground next to him.]
Wade Wilson, huh?
[Fingers laced over the top of her knees. Not all that much different than Kino, except the the line of her legs is loser. Shoulders more open.]
You're real shit at this, you know?
[Lifts a single dirty, smudged red-black hand to scratch her thumb against the line of her cheek. Her voice is level and familiar. Raw only from lack of sleep.]
Ellie's dead. I figure you probably didn't know. Can't imagine you'd be pulling this shit on me if you did. Might apologize for whining to you about it, except you're fucking dead, so I guess you're going to have to put up with it, huh?
[She almost says I need you. But it doesn't make much sense to lie to a dead man. Especially not one who could usually tell when she was full of shit anyway.]
Fucked up again, big surprise. Birds of a feather, right?
[And she's as soft as she's likely to be.]
I really could have used you.
[Closer to the truth. Drags her eyes down from where they're trained forward to look at him. Paler, but not half so much as the girl she'd put in the ground what, an hour ago? She reaches out a hand, brushes his fringe back, barest amount of contact. The cool of his skin doesn't make he's crawl. It's not unfamiliar.
She doesn't kiss him. She hasn't been that naive in a long damn time. Leaves her hand to fall in the dirt beside her.]
At least you got a haircut.
[Shifts, enough to reach the other into her back pocket. Avoids the familiar line of a useless object, long smooth line of it, the frayed edges of a picture that doesn't belong to her, and finds what she's looking for. Brought up between her knees and the lurid red of the wrapper looks even more garish and artificial in the filtered light of Macha. Unwraps it slow, thoughtful, dirty fingers wiped off absentmindedly before she puts it in her mouth.
Just as over-sweet and fake as she'd expected. Stale, too. Hard to imagine it was worth the wait.
When the kids get back that's where they'll find her. Dry eyed and a strawberry candy tucked in the back of her cheek.]