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[evocation]

[Is it? Part of her knows she should back off until she knows what the hell they're doing, until she works up the courage to actually talk to him, but she doesn't. Instead, her hand slips to his cheek and she nods.]

[hardwearing]

[ Oh good.

Because he's going to kiss her now, gently, his other hand settling on her waist.

He's not overthinking right now, not thinking much of anything at all, really. And not starting anything, just... indulging the impulse he's had since she walked in. ]

[evocation]

[Whatever small amount of tension she was holding dissipates once their lips meet. It's... nice. Nice not to think about it too hard, and nice to have him so close. She kisses him back, one hand still on his cheek. Maybe it can just be a kiss, and she doesn't have to analyze what it should or shouldn't mean to either of them.]

[hardwearing]

[ Just a kiss, for now. There are pots on the stove and hopefully a little girl will show up soon. So Wash straightens up after another moment, breaking the kiss. His hand is still cradling her head. ]

I've wanted to do that since you came in.

[evocation]

[She lets out a breath slowly, not sure how to take that. The panicky part of her is kicking in again, fighting with the urge to stay right where she is, close enough to notice every last freckle. It's fine. They're fine. She smiles a little.]

Is that how you treat everyone who cooks for you?

[hardwearing]

[ If he was suave, he'd turn it into a compliment of some sort. Only when they're as pretty as you. But all that comes to mind is the truth. ]

Nobody's ever cooked for me except my mother. So... no.

[ He takes a little step back, then, giving her some space if she needs to turn back to the stove. ]

[evocation]

[It might not be smooth, but it does get her to burst out laughing, easing her nerves, so it's still a win for him.]

Oh my God, Wash. Do you know how big of a dork you are?

[She does turn away, pulling the noodles off the heat and draining them in the sink.]

I might keep all of this just for that.

[hardwearing]

[ Her laughter isn't quite contagious, but it does get a warm smile. ]

Uh. No? I'll have to add 'dork' to the list of things I've been called.

[ It's certainly not the worst, he's cool with it. ]

[evocation]

A dorky hardass. Stick that on your resume.

[She serves him first, offering him the plate when she's done.]

Go sit down before you infect me or something.

[hardwearing]

Dork is contagious?

[ News to him. He takes the plate and sits, waiting for her to join him before actually eating. ~Manners.~ ]

[evocation]

[He doesn't have to wait long. She sits down beside him, kicking him gently. So much for manners.]

Who knows, but do you want me taking that risk?

[hardwearing]

I think you already have.

[ ...yeah the sauce is just as good when it's on something. Wash digs in without further prompting. ]

[evocation]

Whatever.

[She's going to take his enthusiasm as a compliment and ignore the fact that he hasn't had fresh food in who knows how long.]

Hey. Do you have any good memories from home?

[hardwearing]

[ He pauses with his fork halfway to his mouth at the question. ]

I-- of course I do.

[evocation]

[Kyna honestly can't tell if he's lying or she offended him. He has to have some good memories, right?]

Tell me?

[hardwearing]

[ Of course he does!!! Everybody has some good memories.

...but he seems to be struggling to think of anything. ]

[evocation]

[Ouch. Kyna almost reaches for him, then thinks better of it. It's that pity thing again—she doesn't think he'd want that, because she wouldn't want that, so she tries to rescue him instead.]

Um... Did I ever tell you about the time we were trying to sneak past security and I totally fucked it up?

[hardwearing]

[ He wants to be stubborn, come up with something he can tell her, but he already exhausted most of the 'bonding with the squad' stores the other night at the speakeasy. Anything else would be from childhood, and colored by his family's death. So he takes the out. ]

You didn't. What kind of security?

[evocation]

It was this like... gala thing, I guess. A bunch of snooty rich people and politicians. Some guy hired us because he was being blackmailed or whatever, so we were trying to get into the part of the building that was off limits, you know? So Tucker got in fine, because he's great at that shit—wait, don't tell him I said that. He'll get all smug. Anyway, I fucking suck at being sneaky, so this guard cornered me and...

[She twirls some of her pasta on her fork and shrugs.]

I panicked? I turned him into a little turtle, and then I didn't want him to get stepped on by accident or something, so I stuck him in my jacket pocket and just carried him around for like, an hour until we found somewhere to lock him up. Every time I put my hand in my pocket he bit me. Asshole.

[But really, who can blame him?]

[hardwearing]

[ ...well that's one way to take care of being caught, Wash thinks. He can't really blame the turtle guard for getting nippy, though. ]

So after the first time he bit you, you kept putting your hand in there?

[ This is one hell of a story, Kyna. ]

How long was he a turtle? Please tell me he didn't turn back still in your pocket.

[evocation]

Ugh, don't get all judge-y. I don't know how fragile baby turtles are, okay? I was afraid he'd get crushed or something while we were fighting.

[It totally makes sense! Maybe.]

And no. We found a cage to stick him in right before the spell wore off. It only lasts like, an hour.

[hardwearing]

I've never actually seen a turtle, I don't know either.

[ He realizes something, then. ]

Lup said in that post the other day that there were two kinds of wizards, evocation and transmutation. But you can do both?

[evocation]

[She nods.]

I'm an evocation wizard, too. That means I'm really good at blasting the shit out of things, but everyone can learn spells from any school. I just don't know a lot of other kinds of spells.

[hardwearing]

....you promised to try and teach me something, remember? What's easy?

[evocation]

There's lots of easy little spells, like...

[She reaches up to touch her necklace, as usual, but this time it glows.]

Light, stuff like that. That's usually the first magic you learn. But don't you wanna eat first?