When they see each other he will be sporting a black, oversized hoodie. The hood has been pulled over his head despite the heat, as Simon is still unused to the feeling of the air against his now short hair.]
Hey! Shinobu.
[He waves to her with a hand that's now covered by a black rubber glove, and as she comes closer, she will notice that he is also now clad in another infamous pair of khakis, rip.]
Thanks again for doin' this for me. I, uh, owe you big time.
[The smile he offers her is so soft you would think that it belonged to a different person entirely. In a way, it does. There is a quiet, simple joy in it.
Though that moment is fleeting as Simon pulls a small figurine from his pocket, hand-carved and painted by Simon himself. For something homemade, it's actually miraculously nice-looking while fairly simple, the silhouette looking much similar to that of princess Zelda without the elf ears. The colors are simple, but the most noteworthy features about it is that the little figurine sports a crown painted in gold, a flowly purple gown, and pink hair draping over the shoulders.]
[ she's only seen simon in person a few times at best, but she's able to recognize him even with his hood drawn up. perhaps it's the fact that he's the only one waiting for her, or maybe it's that nervous energy he has. either way, she'll be there, dressed in a light blouse and fitted trousers, her short hair wrapped up in a soft pink headscarf. ]
You don't owe me anything at all.
[ it's no trouble to make a stop at red wings, and she's mostly still surprised that he's decided to trust her with this task. it's clearly important, however, and shinobu wonders if his change in demeanor is thanks to glimmer's efforts. maybe it is—the little figurine is detailed and made with care despite the limited amount of resources they have at the moment, and she wraps it up carefully in her handkerchief before tucking it away in her bag. ]
So it's to be a secret, then? [ her smile turns a little fond. ] I'll do my best. Was there anything else you'd like me to pass along?
It's a beautiful figurine. [ and she's not one to hand out compliments frequently. ] At the very least, I'm sure she'll appreciate it. I'll make sure it gets to her safely.
[ a pity that he doesn't want her to know who made it, but perhaps he has his reasons. but now that that's out of the way, she gives him an appraising look, as if checking to see if he has any injuries. old habits, and all that. ]
Just that very question is enough to make him want to gouge his eyes out. A control freak of the greatest proportions, he is stranded in a new land with none of the things that he has come to rely on in the past eight years. No Apex, no Grace, no electric shoes or working harpoon packs, and no number. Nothing is predictable and there aren't even any rules! How on Earth could he possibly be okay? This is the worst he has felt in a long time, and considering how much fear and rage he feels constantly, that's really saying a lot.
The only thing keeping him here is the glow, the promise of power. His number may be one of the highest he'd ever seen, and that meant something, sure, but Simon has never been more than human.
He can't wait to feel what it's like to be a god.]
Oh, me? Greaaaat! Much better.
[The smile he flashes Shinobu is saccharinely sweet.]
And it's all thanks to you. No, really!
You've done a lot for me.
[She has been useful. The most useful, perhaps.
So he will do whatever it takes to stay in her good graces. Yes!!! That has to be the only reason. Simon ignores the pang of warmth in his gut when she asked about him. This place is not safe, so it would not do him well to succumb to stupid ooey-gooey emotions.
[ there's a reason why she asks how he's adjusting, rather than if he's okay. she knows he isn't. none of them are, in fact. but sometimes it is better to acknowledge it, better to feel and let it run its course, so that the first few steps towards reformation can be taken. shinobu does not expect him to be fine, she'd be more concerned if he was, and so she recognizes his response for what it is. after all, she has done the same for most of her life.
her expression remains the same, calm and neutral in the face of his forced smile. ]
But remember that you are not alone here. When you are able to, take the time to reach out to others should you ever feel like withdrawing into yourself.
[He smiles through the pain, though it's mixed with a tinge of genuine softness. Shinobu's patience with him through the first few days has helped to soothe some of his ire. People are not Simon's forte, after all, he is no Grace, but he does recognize that he and Shinobu share a bond.
He senses that her life back home, too, must constantly hang in a tricky sort of balance. Her next morning is also not guaranteed.]
And between you and me?
[Simon may not have much to offer others, because pain and misery have worn him thin. Each and every traumatic experience in his life has beat Simon into submission, twisting his once normal and even kind-hearted personality into something ugly, unrecognizable.
And so, the people who have stayed by his side or held his hand or lifted him up, well.
He will defend them until his dying breath. Even though dying is what he fears most of all.]
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When they see each other he will be sporting a black, oversized hoodie. The hood has been pulled over his head despite the heat, as Simon is still unused to the feeling of the air against his now short hair.]
Hey! Shinobu.
[He waves to her with a hand that's now covered by a black rubber glove, and as she comes closer, she will notice that he is also now clad in another infamous pair of khakis, rip.]
Thanks again for doin' this for me. I, uh, owe you big time.
[The smile he offers her is so soft you would think that it belonged to a different person entirely. In a way, it does. There is a quiet, simple joy in it.
Though that moment is fleeting as Simon pulls a small figurine from his pocket, hand-carved and painted by Simon himself. For something homemade, it's actually miraculously nice-looking while fairly simple, the silhouette looking much similar to that of princess Zelda without the elf ears. The colors are simple, but the most noteworthy features about it is that the little figurine sports a crown painted in gold, a flowly purple gown, and pink hair draping over the shoulders.]
But just... FYI?
[A nervous pause.]
Could you not tell her who it's from?
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You don't owe me anything at all.
[ it's no trouble to make a stop at red wings, and she's mostly still surprised that he's decided to trust her with this task. it's clearly important, however, and shinobu wonders if his change in demeanor is thanks to glimmer's efforts. maybe it is—the little figurine is detailed and made with care despite the limited amount of resources they have at the moment, and she wraps it up carefully in her handkerchief before tucking it away in her bag. ]
So it's to be a secret, then? [ her smile turns a little fond. ] I'll do my best. Was there anything else you'd like me to pass along?
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Uhhh, yeah. Secret. Sure.
[Oh no. It's nice to see someone smile like that at him.
Even if it just makes him miss Grace even more.]
Oh, no. That's it.
And, when you give it to her, you don't even need to tell me what she does with it, just...
See if she'll take it.
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[ a pity that he doesn't want her to know who made it, but perhaps he has his reasons. but now that that's out of the way, she gives him an appraising look, as if checking to see if he has any injuries. old habits, and all that. ]
How have you been adjusting so far?
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Just that very question is enough to make him want to gouge his eyes out. A control freak of the greatest proportions, he is stranded in a new land with none of the things that he has come to rely on in the past eight years. No Apex, no Grace, no electric shoes or working harpoon packs, and no number. Nothing is predictable and there aren't even any rules! How on Earth could he possibly be okay? This is the worst he has felt in a long time, and considering how much fear and rage he feels constantly, that's really saying a lot.
The only thing keeping him here is the glow, the promise of power. His number may be one of the highest he'd ever seen, and that meant something, sure, but Simon has never been more than human.
He can't wait to feel what it's like to be a god.]
Oh, me? Greaaaat! Much better.
[The smile he flashes Shinobu is saccharinely sweet.]
And it's all thanks to you. No, really!
You've done a lot for me.
[She has been useful. The most useful, perhaps.
So he will do whatever it takes to stay in her good graces. Yes!!! That has to be the only reason. Simon ignores the pang of warmth in his gut when she asked about him. This place is not safe, so it would not do him well to succumb to stupid ooey-gooey emotions.
He can't afford to be weak.]
I'm so glad I met you.
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[ there's a reason why she asks how he's adjusting, rather than if he's okay. she knows he isn't. none of them are, in fact. but sometimes it is better to acknowledge it, better to feel and let it run its course, so that the first few steps towards reformation can be taken. shinobu does not expect him to be fine, she'd be more concerned if he was, and so she recognizes his response for what it is. after all, she has done the same for most of her life.
her expression remains the same, calm and neutral in the face of his forced smile. ]
But remember that you are not alone here. When you are able to, take the time to reach out to others should you ever feel like withdrawing into yourself.
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[He smiles through the pain, though it's mixed with a tinge of genuine softness. Shinobu's patience with him through the first few days has helped to soothe some of his ire. People are not Simon's forte, after all, he is no Grace, but he does recognize that he and Shinobu share a bond.
He senses that her life back home, too, must constantly hang in a tricky sort of balance. Her next morning is also not guaranteed.]
And between you and me?
[Simon may not have much to offer others, because pain and misery have worn him thin. Each and every traumatic experience in his life has beat Simon into submission, twisting his once normal and even kind-hearted personality into something ugly, unrecognizable.
And so, the people who have stayed by his side or held his hand or lifted him up, well.
He will defend them until his dying breath. Even though dying is what he fears most of all.]
We're a team. And teammates, well...
We gotta stick together.