[redactable] catchall for blanca

[dawnblushed]

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[papasha]

[Wow, that explanation does not do a damn thing to abate the wild spiraling theories he's got from the shackles. Hate that.]

Alright. Though I don't mind leaving if you ever need me to leave. [He moves to the bed with the briefcase, but still glances around.] Do you know anyone else here?

[dawnblushed]

Okay. You can tell me to go if you ever need privacy, too.

[She agrees easily, at least! And settles down on the edge of her bed to take some weight off her feet. Whew, that's nice. She's been running around a lot today.]

Mm, I ran into someone I know, but only one so far. I don't think I've met everyone yet. What about you?

[papasha]

I haven't seen anyone familiar to me. I'm not sure if I should be worried, or relieved.

[He checks the briefcase for a second, and then puts it down on the floor by the end so he, too, can turn and sit on the edge of the bed.]

Was this someone a person you trust?

[dawnblushed]

[Anna I'm crying if they were having this conversation on Monday he'd be getting a very different answer.

Or, like, he'd be getting an answer at all. The look on Yona's face is conflicted, and she falls silent as she looks down at her hands.]

[papasha]

[I'M IN TEARS.

But ah. He is at least not fucking dumb.]

I see. [He's quiet for a moment, and when he does speak again, his voice is gentle.] Is this person the reason for what was waiting on you in this room?

[dawnblushed]

No... not really.

[Well, he kind of is in a butterfly-effect sort of way, but he's not the direct reason for it. So. There's that, at least.]

...I don't trust him, but it's probably okay for other people to trust him.

[papasha]

[He supposes he can understand the "no trust, but others can trust" in a way. It reminds him of someone.]

The distrust is personal then?

[dawnblushed]

[Yona nods.]

Mmhm. Very personal.

[Laughs in spoilers.]

...but it probably doesn't have anything to do with our ending up here.

[papasha]

[Making a quiet noise of understanding, he nods.]

Very well. I will not pry, Miss Yona. But if you are ever in trouble, only you and I are allowed in this room by our devices. You may come here.

[dawnblushed]

That's reassuring.

[inb4 someone leans how to hack the devices to turn them into like a master key or something and they just wake up to find someone else has run into their room because they hate their roommates]

...um, I've been told that sometimes I snore while I'm sleeping, so sorry if that bothers you.

[papasha]

[PLEASE DON'T HACK THEIR SHIT.]

I do not mind. It won't bother me. I should hope I don't snore, but... I have never had anyone to tell me I do. [He manages a small smile at this.] Would you like me to make some tea?

[dawnblushed]

Tea would be really nice, if you were planning to make some anyway.

[It would be good for her throat! Maybe she can talk without sounding like a chainsmoker eventually.]

[papasha]

[He nods and stands.]

If you would give me a moment, Miss Yona.

[HE IS GOING TO GO... get some hot water. Some like hot water in cups. We're going to force the mods to let us do this for the sake of the thread, fight me.

HE WILL BRING THOSE BACK... to use the tea from the goodie bags in.]

[dawnblushed]

[She'll wait, then! Relatively patiently, evenly. She's kind of tempted to poke around the room but she'll wait until they're done having tea for that.

When he makes them some goodie bag tea, she smiles when she takes her cup.]

Thank you, Blanca.

[papasha]

You're welcome.

[Hopefully this tea is good. If not, the two of them are going to suffer. Since he sits on his own bed in order to have some sips.]

Careful, it's hot.

[dawnblushed]

Good! Tea is supposed to be.

[sip sip sip

I flipped a coin to decide whether or not she would burn her tongue and fate decided to be nice to her for once. No burning here.]

[papasha]

[BRITT NO WHY]

Some people drink tea cold, even with ice. Did you know? They would tell you there isn't anything like iced tea.

[dawnblushed]

Really?

[Clearly, she did not know that.]

Do you prefer it hot or iced, then?

[papasha]

Really. [He laughs, but then looks a tad surprised by the question since... he... has to think about it.] Hm.

Probably hot tea. It goes well with a good book. But I would say you should try iced tea at least once, Miss Yona.

[dawnblushed]

I guess I'll give it a try, later. Thanks for the recommendation.

[For now, though... hot tea is nice. She takes another sip of it.]

What sorts of books do you like to read?

[papasha]

Mm.

[He uses the opportunity of drinking to try to think of his answer.]

Classics. Well, classics for me. I don't suppose you know... Hemingway? Faulkner? Fitzgerald?

[dawnblushed]

...

[Yona thinks about it for a few seconds, but then shakes her head.]

I've never heard of any of those before.

[papasha]

Ah. That's alright. They are authors. Ernest Hemingway, William Faulkner, F. Scott Fitzgerald.

[Dismissively, he waves his free hand.]

If I find a good classic here, I will lend it to you.

[dawnblushed]

Really? Thank you.

[It's been a really, really long time since she could just sit down and read a book. But if they're going to be spending any prolonged amount of time here (which it seems like they might, since they've all been given bedrooms?), maybe she'll have time to do that before she sleeps.

Anyway, she sips at some more of her tea. This really does help with her throat... she'll have to drink more of it during the week so she'll be able to yell at people during trials.]

[papasha]

[YONA, NO. He's going to have to get a child leash. No amount of silence really bothers him, so he lets her have some for a while as the two of them sip on the tea.

He has to sip his a little lighter than usual, or he'd just be finished in, like, two drinks.]

May I ask to hear about where you're from, Miss Yona?