skiamakhia | Let's do this thing.

Let's do this thing.

[Which is to say, in a wholly predictable series of events...Myoh, crazy person that she is, succeeded in what she was trying to do, which means there is a fully sentient cyborg dragon now existing in the world.

This naturally means quite a few people have been trying to kill her. This last incident, whether they were lucky enough to be there when the murderhobo wasn't, or just good enough to make it that close, she got shot. Nonfatally, of course, and then the dragon ate them, but this means she's been basically stuck in bed while she recovers.

It might be unnerving, how much she's sleeping--especially when it's clear that, even while she's asleep, she's aware of what he's doing, through every inch of the house. But hey! Maybe today she'll wake up. The stitches come out today, after all.]

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[She's kind of pinned under him when he collapses, although she will untangle her legs from him and be content to just...lay there and try and catch her breath.]

...Missed me that much, huh...?

[He rolls off and sits up, after a second.]

I've grown rather fond of you. Almost enough to want to get away from you.

I had noticed you keep giving me opportunities to escape.

[She'll just turn over enough to watch him, but she's not moving anytime soon.]

It's in my nature, I guess. I do one impossible thing, I just want to do more.

And that's why you're my favorite, Myoh. That and you have the best reactions when you're losing.

[She laughs, and manages to sit up, at least.]

You keep winning like that and I might not mind losing so often.

[This is a fucking lie and they both know it, but the point is conveyed.]