for pyrrhaicvictory

[sarcaskick]

You're a world-renowned fighter.
We're obviously leagues apart.

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[sarcaskick]

[ He takes a moment to go over to where he set his shoes down earlier, starting to pull them back onto his feet. ]

Of course. If you weren't right at least most of the time the world might just stop spinning altogether.

[pyrrhaicvictory]

We can't have that now, can we?

[sarcaskick]

Might be nice to avoid Armageddon for now, yeah.

[pyrrhaicvictory]

I know that feeling. Things haven't been quiet at Beacon.

[sarcaskick]

I noticed. Killed my fair share of Grimm when they got into the city.

[pyrrhaicvictory]

Well, I can't say things have been uneventful for me. I shouldn't complain.

[sarcaskick]

At least you get to have drinks with a dashing scoundrel.

[pyrrhaicvictory]

I do get to have that. Lucky me?

[sarcaskick]

You tell me once the night is done.

Speaking of which, I gotta tackle those errands before then. Important stuff. Courtyard at six.

[pyrrhaicvictory]

I'll be there.

[sarcaskick]

[ This time, he's fashionably late by about ten minutes. It's certainly not because it took him a long time to get dressed - his outfit's pretty simple, just a black buttondown top with the sleeves rolled up and matching jeans. It might have something to do with those errands he was running. Might have something to do with what's in his hand.

What's in his hand, you ask?















it's a fucking bouquet of flowers.

Red peonies to be exact, which are being lobbed her way once he's strolled close enough. ]

Heads up!

[pyrrhaicvictory]

[ Pyrrha decided to dress casual, even if she far prefers his armor. In a red skirt and simple white top, she blinks as she shields herself ]

What . . . ? Oh. . . . Really?

[sarcaskick]

What, don't tell me they're not to your liking? I specifically avoided dandelions.

[pyrrhaicvictory]

No, they're lovely. I'm just surprised you went through all that trouble.

[ She's teasing. She's already taken the bouquet. ]

[sarcaskick]

Wasn't going to, honestly! Buuuuut I got to thinking about how you said you couldn't imagine me ever doing it, and if there's one thing I never want to be? It's predictable.

Predictable is boring.

[pyrrhaicvictory]

I should have kept my mouth shut. But thank you, they're lovely.

[sarcaskick]

Glad you approve. Took forever to pick one out.

[ ... Don't ask how he paid for it.

Because he didn't. ]

So! Ready?

[pyrrhaicvictory]

[ She pushes her ponytail back, pleased. In fact, she even deigns to loop her arm with his. ]

Ready.

[sarcaskick]

[ That earns a surprised little arch of his brow, but he's quick to roll with it. Showing weakness is never wise, on and off the battlefield alike, so he fixes her with a sly grin before starting to lead the way. ]

Sweet. We're heading to some place called Junior's. Shouldn't have a problem getting in.

[pyrrhaicvictory]

How very suspicious. Maybe I should rethink my choice of companion.

[sarcaskick]

[ He reaches his free hand over to pat her forearm reassuringly. ]

Relaaaaaax. I just heard they're a little desperate for patrons lately.

[ ... Probably because the place more or less blew up once. ]

[pyrrhaicvictory]

I guess Vale hasn't bee . . . the safest lately.

[ to put it mildly ]

[sarcaskick]

For some. I'm pretty sure you and I can handle any trouble if it comes up.

[ ... honestly Pyrrha could probably handle it alone, but he'd be happy to watch! ]

[pyrrhaicvictory]

Maybe.

[ With a pause. ] But I know . . . I haven't reached my limits.

[sarcaskick]

[ He studies her for a moment, grinning a bit wider in amusement. ]

You realize almost no one hits their full potential at our age, right?