[ She picks out a bit of meat that wasn't sitting right, and holds it up to devour it. Her arms still hooked around Adrienne, shockingly comfortable, for someone who was otherwise so abrasive, she just adjusts to let her fit under her chin, resting easily with it. Clearly still careful, if unspoken, she is aware of her size, her weight, and she's particular in how she settles it against her. ]
( it's softer, adrienne settling into how comfortable she feels against odessa, the security of the larger woman's arm around her, the firm but gentle pressure holding her. it's safe, it's comfortable, it's calming. it's needed )
I used to do gymnastics. I couldn't now, it's been too long... but I still skate.
[ She finishes off the last of her meal with a big few bites. Gone completely, and the foil wrapper is scrunched up in her fingers before she tosses it back in the bag the food came from. ]
Gymnastic that thing where you jump and stuff, yeah?
[ She'll never understand them, how people live anywhere else.
But she's used to not understanding a whole lot, so it doesn't matter exactly. ]
Right, right, sure. Ain't been in a fight to know what you'd do. Guess you never had siblings, aye?
[ A little snicker follows, playful more than not.
One arm shifts, hooking around Adrienne's waist, and then extends her other, in front of them. She pushes it out at a right angle, then balls her fist to make all those corded muscles of her arm stand out, tensed and taught. ]
More than one way to skin a cat. Save punching for another day. Ain't always about hurting them, mostly about mitigating what you take. Try to always get your arm in the middle, if you can. It'll fucking hurt taking something there. But it ain't your throat, your chest, your head. Can survive it, but most people don't survive a knife in the eyeball.
[ The proof is there of her advice, that she does live by it. Her arms have more than enough scars, dug in across the outside of her forearm, combined with the odd burn and teeth marks that litter from wrist to elbow. ]
I'm not-- ( she pauses, not wanting to sound like she's refusing anything but adrienne also drunk nothing's going to sound great )
I'm not going to fight. Or... get into them.
( she knows about the gangs here, she works in the down and has had the shadier locations explained and pointed out. but she's not currently so rational )
I'd run... or freeze.
( adrienne does reach out to slowly move her fingers over some of those scars )
[ Just to make sure it isn't too careful, too soft, isn't treating her too much with kit gloves - she leans down, and finds the top of Adrienne's ear to nip. Not hard, no more than an annoyance. ]
( there's a light noise of complaint at the nip but if anything adrienne nuzzles in more rather than moving away )
Life can be a shitty enough fight. Sometimes... we need people to remind us we don't need to fight.
( or that there's something else. there's a sentiment that she's not worded well, that there are other things to do, reasons to survive than fight, that letting people be there is good. like odessa nudged on her )
[ She can't handle quite that honesty. Can't handle quite that emotion. Huffs something like amusement, something like fond, pulling in the corners of her mouth and -]
Oi, keep that up, people will think ya like me or somethin'.
[The frankly dorky grin on her face says the truth of it, maybe she doesn't mind it so much. ]
[ There is a clumsiness, there, the sweetness of it, the integrity of it, and she fumbles. Her hands reached up to tuck Adrienne's hair back a little, careful in a particular way for her bigger hands, always so aware of the difference of her size to everyone else. ]
Guess I'll take ya word for it, since ya look pretty comfy there.
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( she murmurs in german, the devices translating, putting the last of her kebab back against the wrapper to lean her head back against odessa )
I hike, I don't wrestle. I couldn't.
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[ She picks out a bit of meat that wasn't sitting right, and holds it up to devour it. Her arms still hooked around Adrienne, shockingly comfortable, for someone who was otherwise so abrasive, she just adjusts to let her fit under her chin, resting easily with it. Clearly still careful, if unspoken, she is aware of her size, her weight, and she's particular in how she settles it against her. ]
Why not?
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( it's softer, adrienne settling into how comfortable she feels against odessa, the security of the larger woman's arm around her, the firm but gentle pressure holding her. it's safe, it's comfortable, it's calming. it's needed )
I used to do gymnastics. I couldn't now, it's been too long... but I still skate.
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Gymnastic that thing where you jump and stuff, yeah?
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( she stretches a little, trying not to get too comfortable between the food and drink that she'd fall asleep )
I competed. It was fun.
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[ Suddenly, she's a little bit concerned. ]
Not wrestling, but good at kicking a bugger in the face with all those flips, yeah?
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( her frown is even evident in her voice )
My dominant tried to teach me how to punch and some self defense but... if it happened I don't think I'd be able to do it.
( her brain would be too full of fear )
I'm not a fighter.
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But she's used to not understanding a whole lot, so it doesn't matter exactly. ]
Right, right, sure. Ain't been in a fight to know what you'd do. Guess you never had siblings, aye?
[ A little snicker follows, playful more than not.
One arm shifts, hooking around Adrienne's waist, and then extends her other, in front of them. She pushes it out at a right angle, then balls her fist to make all those corded muscles of her arm stand out, tensed and taught. ]
More than one way to skin a cat. Save punching for another day. Ain't always about hurting them, mostly about mitigating what you take. Try to always get your arm in the middle, if you can. It'll fucking hurt taking something there. But it ain't your throat, your chest, your head. Can survive it, but most people don't survive a knife in the eyeball.
[ The proof is there of her advice, that she does live by it. Her arms have more than enough scars, dug in across the outside of her forearm, combined with the odd burn and teeth marks that litter from wrist to elbow. ]
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I'm not going to fight. Or... get into them.
( she knows about the gangs here, she works in the down and has had the shadier locations explained and pointed out. but she's not currently so rational )
I'd run... or freeze.
( adrienne does reach out to slowly move her fingers over some of those scars )
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But right now? Ain't the time for it. So she lets her touch, lets her look, and squeezes her around the middle fondly. ]
Guess good thing ya got me around, yeah? I'll get the bruises, you patch me up. Deal?
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( that's her preference, head resting back against her chest, snuggled under her chin )
But I'll always come to you and patch you up. Just... no habits. I like seeing you for other things too.
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But I love a fight. But guess I got one here too.
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Life can be a shitty enough fight. Sometimes... we need people to remind us we don't need to fight.
( or that there's something else. there's a sentiment that she's not worded well, that there are other things to do, reasons to survive than fight, that letting people be there is good. like odessa nudged on her )
Be safe.
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Oi, keep that up, people will think ya like me or somethin'.
[The frankly dorky grin on her face says the truth of it, maybe she doesn't mind it so much. ]
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( and maybe she'll nuzzle a little more just to really make it known, especially with how comfortable she is )
That's a good thing.
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Guess I'll take ya word for it, since ya look pretty comfy there.