scawwy ✦ karlach cliffgate

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...I might.

[ Believe that War convinced her. War's hilarious. Daan's looking over the counter, seeing a lack of a tray or anything. ]

They're just going to have to deal with a free play. I haven't got any shillings.

[ Gestures then. Go ahead. ]

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[war is convinced that if they are dismissive it will dissuade karlach from deciding they are best friends, and they are wrong

anyway, i've decided this one is one of those bean-bag toss ones, so she picks one up, aims, and throws, trying to get it into one of the holes. it seems like it's going to go right in, but it catches the side wrong and falls off, and her tail flicks.]

... If I miss two more, I'm just hopping the counter, that was bullshit.

[huff.]

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[ I'm sure you surely know who War is by now and I think that's funny. ]

Faires are not your friend.

[ And sometimes they have clowns in it. ]

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[I DO AND IT WAS A CRIME DONE TO ME SPECIFICALLY]

I'll show them by eating all of their drumsticks.

[still amused by the fact that they both have murder clowns in these canons. she throws another bag - this time, it makes it into one of the holes and she immediately hops the counter like:]

Fuck yeah! Winner!

[PRIZE NOW]

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[ In my not-defense I am genuinely unsure if a single canon I've played from so far DOESNT have at least one murder clown.

He approaches the counter when she wins, peering in. ]

Good job.

[ What she grabbing. ]

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[the clowns, they follow you...

she looks through the prizes, and glances over at him.]

What d'you think?

[she has a wolf, a tiger, a dog, and an elephant. it has not occurred to her that there's nobody stopping her from just taking all of them, actually.]

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Whichever one speaks to you the most. Whoever makes the best companion for Clive and Scratch?

[ He's from a Rpgmaker game, sometimes you get dialogue choice boxes and you also can only pick one out of four. ]

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Hmmm...

[a beat, and then she takes the dog, and gently puts the others down. you know, like the way people who think toys come alive at night like toy story do, all arranged and with their limbs comfortable.]

I'll come back for you.

[she informs the other three, and then hops back over the counter to show daan her prize, proudly.]

I want you to name it.

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...Me?

[ Damn. He looks at it and his first thought is Pickles... ]

I'm no good with naming stuff.

[ablazement]

[nooooooo the pickles.......]

Me either. But will you indulge me?

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[ Uglyspeckles MK-II Ultra. ]

Uh...

[ She can get a few smatterings of things he's digging for in his brain. ]

Tulip?

[ Does gender matter, he doesn't know what she assigned this dog plush. ]

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[the gender does not matter she cares not for it

she grins widely when he offers that, tail wagging.]

Tulip! I like it. [kisses the dog on the nose.] Tulip and Clive.

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[ Tulips... it's been a while since I've seen one... ]

If it works for you.

[ He wonders if it's a bit clunky but if she really does like it... ]

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[she does! she's like genuinely pleased, grinning at him. also, that thought gets her to be thoughtful for about half a second. hasn't seen a tulip in a while, huh. mentally rubs her hands together.]

It's a good name. Thanks, Daan. [thanks for playing along.

a beat.]

Wanna get food? I really want one of those turkey legs.

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[ Me shaking crying at my crumbs of Dutch heritage Daan like 🥺... ]

Are you ever not hungry?

[ He says but his hunger is probably at like 50 right now. He is so tired of bland-ass food. The fair accommodations do smell quite good and there's a small floating '?' that fades in over his head. Curious about it. ]

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[🥺 gonna get you a tulip daan it's gonna be the best tulip you've ever seen]

I'm a growing girl! [she jokes, laughing brightly. so like, yeah. she's always hungry. she rests a hand on his arm as she passes him to peek at one of the food booths.]

Got to be this height because of my vegetables or whatever. Maybe if I get you a dozen turkey legs you'll shoot up a couple inches.

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I'm already past the growth phase. And I'm a perfectly fine height, thanks?

[ Karlach is just too big. I don't think turkey legs are very common in Europe especially in 1942, it's such a weirdly American thing. He's looking at it like... whoa... these are honking huge drumsticks... wtf... ]

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[hands him a drumstick like :D]

You're fine. [teases.] Here, try this. Just bite into it.

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He frowns a bit... at the idea of just SIMPLY HOLDING THIS DRUMSTICK WITH HIS BARE HAND? He holds it so daintily and picks at the skin a little bit. He tears off a piece and eats it. ]

...It's good.

[ Objectively a turkey leg from a fair is delicious, even if he has to get pretty messy to eat it. ]

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[STOP she gives him a paper towel or something so he can hold it better without getting it all over his hands.]

Isn't it? For once, it's got seasonings.

[munches on her own - though she's less dainty about it.]

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[ Love how my opener bracket apparently went missing, thanks mobile. Even a paper towel comes a bit close to eating chicken wings with his bare hands but that's fine he doesn't actually have a big problem with it outside of being a bit of a priss. ]

Makes you understand why salt and spices were such a valuable traded commodity.

Could've practically made an economy among us if we actually had any.

[ablazement]

[goodbye bracket...

she snorts at that - her tail is wagging a little as she eats.]

Really drives in the prison aspect, huh. Bargaining with the guards for pipes and salt and things to wash your hair with. [little sigh.] Not that I've ever been for more than a few days, but still.

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I've never been to prison so... you have more experience than me?

[ ...I wonder if they've discovered the bodies by now. Probably have, it's been long enough... Did the Baron even leave me anything in the will? Can't decide if it's more or less suspicious if I'm actually in it... ]

What would you end up behind bars for anyways? Picking bar fights?

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[this

concerning thought, help. she glances at him, distracted, before realizing he asked her a question.]

Nah, even if that is much cooler. I was maybe eighteen? My parents were gone, so I'd gotten booted out of our house. I was starving, so I stole an apple off a cart, and got into a fist fight with the cart owner.

[another bite of food.]

It was only like three days or so. They didn't have room to keep me in.

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That may as well be a child's version of a bar fight.

[ IS HE WRONG? KARLACH. ]