[ family is a cheap shot, and alisaie's scowl says she agrees. stepping back, she scrubs her eyes on her sleeve again and exhales slow and hard. her face looks a red, puffy mess, but at least now she is looking more angry than sad; alisaie's despair often translates to fury before tears, though this, it seems, has brought about both. ]
You'd do the same for me. Straight down to the princess carry, I am 100% certain. [He cracks a grin, hoping that joke lands -- though he totally believed Alisaie would scoop him up like that if need be.]
[A moment's thought, then he snaps his fingers as he figures out the only logical course of action.]
Proposal! Let's go find a training area, beat the crap out of some target dummies for a while, then get food and ice cream. [That sounds just the ticket to get her back to a more even keel!]
[ the joke does land, and alisaie chuckles roughly, she doesn't have a belly laugh in her right now but a tearful chuckle is still good enough.
but all right. it's time to straighten her spine and move forward; the siren is gone, taking with it a little of her dignity, but morgan is right in offering his distraction. she won't give that beast one more moment of her pain. ]
Aye, that sounds ideal.
[ there's nothing she would like more than beating on a training dummy right now. ]
[If he isn't as cheerful and energetic as he pretends to be, she sure isn't either. But oftentimes 'fake it till you make it' is pretty good advice. A grin and a charge, even a walking charge, brings more energy and more warmth than an exhausted trudge, and that has its own therapeutic benefits. Plus this way Alisaie can pretend she's her old self again and none of what just happened actually happened, and he figures that's a way better way to get a girl like her back on an even keel than being extra-considerate and gentle.]
[So, a dramatic turn that makes his coat flare just a smidge, and an advance!]
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I don't. It's all right.
[ another deep breath. ]
Thank you.
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[A moment's thought, then he snaps his fingers as he figures out the only logical course of action.]
Proposal! Let's go find a training area, beat the crap out of some target dummies for a while, then get food and ice cream. [That sounds just the ticket to get her back to a more even keel!]
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but all right. it's time to straighten her spine and move forward; the siren is gone, taking with it a little of her dignity, but morgan is right in offering his distraction. she won't give that beast one more moment of her pain. ]
Aye, that sounds ideal.
[ there's nothing she would like more than beating on a training dummy right now. ]
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[If he isn't as cheerful and energetic as he pretends to be, she sure isn't either. But oftentimes 'fake it till you make it' is pretty good advice. A grin and a charge, even a walking charge, brings more energy and more warmth than an exhausted trudge, and that has its own therapeutic benefits. Plus this way Alisaie can pretend she's her old self again and none of what just happened actually happened, and he figures that's a way better way to get a girl like her back on an even keel than being extra-considerate and gentle.]
[So, a dramatic turn that makes his coat flare just a smidge, and an advance!]