[she was so, so mad, and then she just wasn't. because she couldn't be, at least not in a way that wasn't like being mad at your reflection in the mirror.]
[ He doesn't sound it, voice calm and quiet, but he is. He hates it here. Old words echo in the back of his mind as he clenches and unclenches his fist
[ He pulls his arm away, but only so he can take Nimona's hand and tug her towards the dorms. Emerald Goat's dorm, specifically, where he digs through the bushes until he finds a metal pipe that he may or may not have unscrewed from the dorm itself. ]
[ It takes a couple seconds to find a good sized rock, not too hard, maybe something more like a compacted clod of dirt that'll break apart upon impact ]
Hanako's going to start throwing harder and harder rocks and on hindsight maybe they should have moved away from the dorms in case Nimona hits a home run ]
[in the interest of not stressing out the mods who have apparently had to deal with a jailbreak tonight nimona will not break any windows of the dorms but god does she want to
she will hit rock after rock - though eventually she will pause, and offer him the pipe. does he want to hit rock baseballs? she will throw them for him.]
[ The rocks can bonk on the windows while people trying to rest inside go ???
Hanako will gladly smash rocks, though. He's stronger than he looks, hitting them hard enough to shatter more often than not, and he doesn't swing it like one would a baseball bat but instead with one hand, like slashing with a knife
[ She's helping. There's no one else he can ask, after all, who would do this with him, throwing rock after rock after rock until he exhausts himself enough to just fall asleep right there, on the grass under the stars ]
[when he flops over, she pauses - and then shifts into a fox. a little pink one. she makes her way over to him, and curls up against his side and takes a nap with him. for a while, anyway.
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when he bumps her shoulder, she glances at him, and her eyes are rimmed red but at least she isn't crying for real. thank god. she bumps him back.]
... Hey.
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Hey. [ ... ] Are you still angry?
[ she was seething, but for it to end like that, with no release... ]
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[she was so, so mad, and then she just wasn't. because she couldn't be, at least not in a way that wasn't like being mad at your reflection in the mirror.]
I can't be.
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[ sounds like Hanako was hoping for a different answer, but it is what it is ]
Then, what are you feeling?
[ what else is there to feel besides anger!!!!! ]
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I don't know, actually. Kind of like I'm gonna puke.
[...]
Are you mad?
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[ He doesn't sound it, voice calm and quiet, but he is. He hates it here. Old words echo in the back of his mind as he clenches and unclenches his fist
...
unclench ]
Nimona. Do you know how to play baseball?
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she rests a hand on his arm.]
... No, but I learn quick.
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Give it a swing. Not too heavy for you?
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swings it. it's not bad. she's pretty strong.]
It's good. Not too heavy.
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[ It takes a couple seconds to find a good sized rock, not too hard, maybe something more like a compacted clod of dirt that'll break apart upon impact ]
Now try to hit this!
[ it's rock baseball ]
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she takes a couple steps back, and if he tosses it, she'll swing as hard as she can, and explode the dirt or rock. rock baseball!
kind of nice to destroy things.]
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[ it's always nice to destroy things
Hanako's going to start throwing harder and harder rocks and on hindsight maybe they should have moved away from the dorms in case Nimona hits a home run ]
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she will hit rock after rock - though eventually she will pause, and offer him the pipe. does he want to hit rock baseballs? she will throw them for him.]
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Hanako will gladly smash rocks, though. He's stronger than he looks, hitting them hard enough to shatter more often than not, and he doesn't swing it like one would a baseball bat but instead with one hand, like slashing with a knife
it takes a long time to vent his frustrations ]
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plus, she'd never admit it, but this feels like she's helping, somehow.]
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she has something she has to do, a little later.]