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[sometimes you're innocently hanging out in the hotel lobby, belatedly going through your fanmail, when you get distracted by a weird letter and hit your phone at a funny angle.

and your phone, because it's a piece of shit, takes that as a cue to buy what might be the last thing you want to remember right now--the first time you met a certain someone who is definitely not your friend anymore.]

This is bullshit, at least buy me something that's fucking interesting.

[Valor's heart doesn't really seem to be in his annoyance, though, and he's distracted by poking fruitlessly at his phone for a moment before throwing it on the table in front of him with a huff.]

[ Can a child attempt to take a peek at that letter though, ]

[Valor is momentarily distracted by poking at his phone in a huff so if a child is very sneaky then perhaps~]

[ He's going to carefully try to grab it, then... ]

[how fast is he moving? because that phone's not going to distract Valor forever]

[ He's moving pretty fast! And praying he's stealthy enough. ]

[well, Lark manages to snag it just as Valor throws his phone down in frustration. the handwriting is very familiar...]

--The fuck are you doing? Put that back.

[ HE DID IT!! For all of like 10 seconds. He sighs as he puts it back onto the table. ]

[ leaning over the back of whatever chair or couch— ]

Look at you, so young.

That was just five fucking years ago, don't make it sound like I was a fucking kid or something.

Fine, fine. I guess your hobbies are still about the same.

[grimacing briefly]

I guess? Pretty sure I don't have any other fucking hobbies.

[ glances down— ]

...not picking up reading poetry, then?

What?

[following her gaze--and then covering the weird letter with a hand]

No. FUCK no. Absolutely not.

Ohhhhh, it's fanmail.

[grimacing at her tone, but also he'll take the out, quickly folding up the letter]

Yeah, fanmail. And not the fun kind, either.[grimacing at her tone, but also he'll

What's the fun kind for you? I didn't think they could send weapons in the mail.

[Hardy is hesitant in his approach but he sees that Valor's got fanmail and he can't resist asking:]

Did you get it too? The fan-comic, I mean.

Huh?

[give him, like, a moment to rouse out of his sulk and realize he's been asked a question]

Oh, yeah, that one was hilarious.

[both eyebrows go up]

Really? You were entertained by it. Huh.

Sure, why not? [waving at his fanmail pile] This shit's usually good for at least a laugh.

I dunno, no one was exactly thinking clearly last time we met, so when I saw it in my haul I guess I just wondered, y'know, if there was gonna be bad blood going forwards.

Oh. Naaaah, I don't really go in for that vengeance shit. No promises about K or Hellfire, though.

That's, uhh, the farthest thing from what you said and did before, but cool, I guess. I don't expect you to speak for your unit either, so that's fine.

Everyone was fucked up by the end of the game. Pretty fucking rude of you to hold that against me, don't you think?

But yeah, even without games fucking with 'em, I'm pretty sure K and definitely Hellfire are absolutely, 100-fucking-percent into that vengeance shit.