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((OOC: She will be answering things here, naturally. She's just a jerk.))

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[soul_sister]

[Strangely enough, rather than the expected THAT NEVER WORKS or demands that he put that in his own handwriting, she falls silent as they walk again.]

[overclocking]

[... Somehow, that's far more concerning than the earlier silence was; surely there are at least half a dozen things she could be blustering about. He slows somewhat, brow furrowed.]

Are you alright?

[soul_sister]

Eh?

I'm fine... I was just thinking that maybe I should play along with it. Within reason.

[overclocking]

[For anyone else, it wouldn't be too difficult to discern the motives. But since it's Chrono, there's nothing but a blank lack of comprehension (and maybe a tiny bit of offense—that he would deny—at the thought.)]

With what? Being... [a handwave that is perhaps meant to convey some meaning, but doesn't really] angelic?

Why bother?

[soul_sister]

[She stops, folding her arms.]

All that idiot is fixated on is some weird idea about how good of a person I am or some nonsense like that. If he thinks he is helping he'll leave you alone, probably. [Or she'll shoot him. Would her bullets even work? ]

[overclocking]

[He waves a hand dismissively.]

What do you expect? He's going to make stupid assumptions and be suspicious no matter what. [Stupid self-righteous angels.]

[overclocking]

[And then, a mistaken assumption.]

—And don't let him bully you into thinking you're going to hell, or whatever.

[soul_sister]

[It is something of an established phenomena that Rosette Christopher has a particularly low threshold for feelings experienced at the same time. With the new additions of exasperation and frustration there's really nothing left for her to do but grab his face and pull on it.]

Like I care about that!

Think for a bit! He probably sweats holy water! Farts communion wafers! He's a walking danger to you!

[overclocking]

Ow, ow— who cares! I carry a giant box of holy weapons on my back every day, in case you forgot!

[Yet another thought he would deny: some mild irritation at the implication that he couldn't take the guy.]

Now let me go!

[soul_sister]

[What was that? ROSETTE I DONT FEEL COMPLETE UNTIL I'M IN A HEADLOCK BEING NOOGIED MERCILESSLY?]

I DO! ME! And I put newspapers on the bottom of the box!

[overclocking]

That's not actually going to help if— [OW.]

LET ME GO! You're worrying too much again! He can't do anything!

[soul_sister]

How do you know?!

[She lets up a LITTLE but certainly isn't letting him go yet. ]

[overclocking]

[... Bristles a bit in her hold.]

You think I can't handle myself?!

[soul_sister]

I think there's no good reason to bother fighting him!

[overclocking]

I wasn't planning to!! I didn't even do anything when he tied me up!

[soul_sister]

That's the problem! We're not dealing with someone rational!

[overclocking]

Look-! [Reigns in some of his frustration, because it isn't really directed at her.]

I'll just avoid him altogether. Okay? It's a huge city.

[soul_sister]

[Finally. Finally! She lets him go, dusting off her hands.]

Fine... that'll work.

[overclocking]

[He immediately backs away a few steps, rubbing his... well... everything, almost. He's not above huffing.]

Good. [Turns on his heel, continuing in their original direction.]

[soul_sister]

[She walks a few steps behind him, hands folded behind her head and watching the clouds above. It'll be raining again soon. It's some time, almost to the apartments, before the speaks up.]

Though to clarify. One-handed.

[overclocking]

[He glances over his shoulder, blankly.]

... What?

[soul_sister]

If it came down to it. I bet you could take him one handed.

[overclocking]

[Somehow, being told he could lay a pretentious angel flat is extremely flattering. He looks away, oddly flustered.]

[Lamely] ... Oh.

[soul_sister]

[The smile on her face breaks into a grin, as she taps a finger on her chin.]

With my help, of course.

[overclocking]

[Stops and turns, though he's not oblivious to the stab of relief as things return to some semblance of normality.]

—Now you're just being cocky.