[backdated to November 1st]

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[It's no longer October! Which means an end to boggarts, an end to sudden massive stomach wounds, aaaaaaaaaand an end to mind-altering status effects. That last one is important, because it meant that after laying waste to Poison Ivy's lab equipment in a fit of pure rage Roxie Richter spent the day mostly keeping to herself, listening to a lot of sorrowful country music, and vowing to never ever wear leaves again.

Oh, also, she sent an e-mail;

Ramona,

Please come to the same clearing where we talked that first time after stupid shit happened tonight. I swear to god this isn't another dumb thing and you'll actually like it this time.

... I really really really hope this isn't another dumb thing and you'll actually like it. Just give it a chance, okay? I am not going to talk about the beauty of nature or anything stupid like that, I swear.

~ Rox

And indeed, once night hits she's there, at that clearing with a large bag in tow, having started up a decent bonfire while she waits for her girlfriend to (hopefully??) show up.]

Comments

[the_ex_in_xp]

[tilts her head consideringly]

Okay, you've convinced me.

At least until it gets annoying to manage.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

I'll count that as a victory.

[the_ex_in_xp]

That probably won't happen until shoulder blades, at least. You've got plenty of time to bask in that victory.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[leaning in and kissing for a brief moment before pulling back a little bit once more]

I'm planning on it.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[smiling almost bashfully, trying to sound light but there's a little sadness creeping in the tone]

Good. Since I'm not up for cutting it all off anytime soon.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[trying to suppress a frown at the tone]

That makes two of us.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[no, stop that, I'm close enough to notice those things :\

trying to smile and rest her forehead against yours, putting weight on her arms to explain this here being together is good, it's the part where it might not have happened was the sad part]

...I really don't know what I would've done if it wasn't an October thing.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Neither do I. And I'm happy that neither of us have to find out.

I mean, I'm going to be pissed at myself for that whole thing for a while...

[the_ex_in_xp]

[nods, but you can tell she's still thinking about it]

It's not your fault, Rox.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

See, logically speaking I get that. But logic isn't really winning the battle.

[the_ex_in_xp]

You didn't hurt anyone, so don't beat yourself up...

[the_ex_in_excessive]

I hurt you. That's... I promised myself I'd never make you feel like... how I think you felt that time.

[the_ex_in_xp]

...I kinda meant in the physical way. Like with punching.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[... sighing a little]

I know, hon, I know.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[quiet for a moment, like she's debating to be serious or let it go, before cupping your face in her hands]

You'll never hurt me the way...you were hurt. You don't have to promise yourself that.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[closing her eyes for a second, lost in thought, before opening them and making eye contact and looking resolute]

I know I don't have to, okay? But I want to.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[trying to suppress one of those laughs that happen when you're emotionally overwhelmed and busy concentrating on not tearing up]

Okay, I'm not arguing with you.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Okay.

[running her fingers across your cheek for a moment and smiling reassuringly because hey, no tearing up, it'll be okay :<]

... now, c'mon, seriously. I got you an entire bag of tequila and you haven't even touched it.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[trying to recreate that semblance of calm by smiling back, she was just caught off guard at realizing she's in love with you more than she thought she was capable of, while simultaneously remembering how she stomped on your heart and has permanent guardrails up emotionally to keep that same thing from happening to her

they're conflicting revelations]

Sorry, I was busy touching you. ...in the making sure you're okay and real way.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

I'm feeling okay now, Ramona. And, uh, real.

Oh, uh, I got another thing for you too.

[the_ex_in_xp]

I meant really okay instead of pretending okay surprise it's a trap. And...plant powers included hallucinogens, okay? I was covering bases.

Is it a second bag of tequila?

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Honestly, I don't know why I'm even doing this since apparently you can break in whenever you want, but...

[sticking a hand in her jean pocket and pulling out something and handing it to you;

Ramona Flowers has received ART STUDIO KEY!]

[the_ex_in_xp]

[holding it, and while this might be some kind of level up moment in their relationship, instead prioritizes on better things]

--it's not like I'm going to do repeat break ins. It was one time and you were crazy.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Yeah, yeah, I know. It still counts as being able to break in whenever, though.

[the_ex_in_xp]

Yeah, but the point is if I can doesn't mean I'd feel welcome to try. I'm not some meddling plumber guy...

So does this negate the +3 intrusiveness your locked studio tends to give off?