[ She lets Ninety-Nine take her beanie with a blink, some of her long hair falling over Ninety-Nine's shoulder with the movement. She's about to start making immature grabs for it, but what Ninety-Nine says takes her considerably off course, leaning forward more weight onto the top of Ninety-Nine's head. ]
How could it be nice without you there?
[ The question comes simple as anything, like Hella hadn't thought about it at all before she said it. Because — she hadn't. That she'll be by Ninety-Nine's side is the most obvious, indisputable fact in the world. For a moment, she closes her eyes, breathing in the scent of Ninety-Nine's hair; they're not living in the best or cleanliest of conditions, so most people wouldn't bother with such an intimate thing at this point in time, but the two of them were never in the best or cleanliest of conditions. Whatever grime or blood or chemicals get caked on top of them, Ninety-Nine smells like the closest thing to "home" she's ever known.
After giving her cheeks one more affectionate stroke with her thumbs, she hops on over to sit next to her, her frame small and cool in the summer night compared to hers. While digging through her pockets, watching as a few fireflies flit off of Ninety-Nine to make room for Hella next to her: ]
It could be the nicest place in DisCity, and I'd keep looking for ways back to you.
[ She'll say it as many times and as many ways as she needs to: I'm going to be by your side for-fucking-ever.
Ninety-Nine can't always come up with her own dreams, but that's okay. Hella can dream big enough for both of them. ]
If we did move out... how about a place that's nice and quiet, away from the city?
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How could it be nice without you there?
[ The question comes simple as anything, like Hella hadn't thought about it at all before she said it. Because — she hadn't. That she'll be by Ninety-Nine's side is the most obvious, indisputable fact in the world. For a moment, she closes her eyes, breathing in the scent of Ninety-Nine's hair; they're not living in the best or cleanliest of conditions, so most people wouldn't bother with such an intimate thing at this point in time, but the two of them were never in the best or cleanliest of conditions. Whatever grime or blood or chemicals get caked on top of them, Ninety-Nine smells like the closest thing to "home" she's ever known.
After giving her cheeks one more affectionate stroke with her thumbs, she hops on over to sit next to her, her frame small and cool in the summer night compared to hers. While digging through her pockets, watching as a few fireflies flit off of Ninety-Nine to make room for Hella next to her: ]
It could be the nicest place in DisCity, and I'd keep looking for ways back to you.
[ She'll say it as many times and as many ways as she needs to: I'm going to be by your side for-fucking-ever.
Ninety-Nine can't always come up with her own dreams, but that's okay. Hella can dream big enough for both of them. ]
If we did move out... how about a place that's nice and quiet, away from the city?