homophonic: jonas

[camena]

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[westedge]

[ the thing about it is. he's absolutely pretending to be annoyed and ignore her. he is keeping his back to her while he's browsing through clothes since i decided they are now in the gift shop, but it's very obvious that he's still listening.

it's kind of charming in the dumbest way possible because it all sounds so normal and nice and like...the very smaller, quieter town vibe that he's never really experienced before. it's not like he doubted alex would know these things, but it's a little funny to listen to her rattle off these facts. ]

How is it that class hasn't even started and I feel like I should be taking notes? [ dry. but amused. ] Some of this stuff you're gonna have to repeat when we get back, I can't keep up with all of your secrets that easy.

[camena]

[ she starts idly looking through clothes too, but with no real focus. debatable if she is even registering the things she looks at. ]

What? No. Memorize it now.

[westedge]

What makes you think I'm good at memorizing anything? [ wandering to flip through a rack of hoodies. still just kind of half-joking. ]

[camena]

You can do anything you set your mind to. [ platitude? did you want meaningless platitude? ]

[westedge]

Just because your profile says "fatherly advice" doesn't mean I actually need it right now.

[camena]

No, see, that's how fatherly advice works. You feel like you don't need it at the time, and then—later, you realize it was at just the right time!

[westedge]

[ there's a snort. ]

Right, okay. Any other advice you feel like dishing out that may or may not matter later? [ picking up a white hoodie to look it over... ]

[camena]

Yeah. Don't wear white when you live in a gross warehouse.

[westedge]

[ pff. ]

Besides that, but thanks. I don't know...just...looking to expand my horizons, or something.

[camena]

With options like this, you can expand them like... an inch. In one direction only.

[westedge]

This suddenly feels a lot more like you just not trusting my judgment here.

[ not at all true. ]

[camena]

[ she looks over his clothes, pretending to judge very harshly. ]

Hmmm. Wellllll...

[westedge]

[ throws a blue sweater over her head so she stops pretending to be judgey. ]

[camena]

[ weh ]

Hey! Penalty! [ what ]

[westedge]

[ lmao. ]

You can't call foul for a play that was legal. [ double what. ]

[camena]

That was a highly illegal move!

[westedge]

Not according to the very legitimate ref who watched the play.

[camena]

[ well now she's just holding up this sweater to see if she likes it! ]

... Is the cashier the ref? Because you can't be the ref.

[westedge]

I can definitely be the ref and the player. [ it's a sweater that's at least a few sizes too big for her. ] But yeah, in this case, the cashier's a ref since you care about it being an unbiased party.

[camena]

[ well that's the ideal size. ] Oh, you supposedly could have been a ref and player. But then why appoint someone else?

Suspicious.

[westedge]

I believe in trying to make it a fair match. I'm very generous like that.

[ he says, moving on to check out sweaters in darker colors like greens, blacks, reds, etc. ]

[camena]

So you admit you would have cheated.

[ she goes to look at dresses. but they're all tacky so she is just. frowning at them. ]

[westedge]

[ he doesn't follow but he does talk over his shoulder. ]

It's not cheating, it's called having a strategy. Which, actually, very important here? Good skills to have.

[camena]

Ohhh, okay. So I should just be counting on you for everything around here, huh?

[westedge]

[ it's a joke, and even if his own tone is a joke, the answer isn't. not really. ]

I mean you could. But I know that's not like you. [ because alex still wants the freedom and flexibility to do things for herself. ]