[[ mixed muses-verse // ben-tiwa ]]

[almosthonorable]

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[ "we could go someplace where you're not wanted" ]


He caved.

(Caved like a dynamited rock tunnel.)

His only stipulation had been that Tiwa had to wait for him to move his door to Mexico.

Which is why he's smirking as he strides into the bar and finds Little Miss Magic curled on one of the couches.

"Found us the perfect place," he says, tipping his head toward the Front Door.

Ascensión awaits.

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[almosthonorable]

His expression doesn't change, but his eyes harden when he sees the blood.

"All right."

He yanks a handkerchief from a saddlebag.

"Ain't too bad, after all -- just keep this on there good 'n tight till the bleedin' stops."

[piwakawaka]

"One sec, might have something better."

With a hmm she starts digging in her invisible pockets and soon turns up with a tie around bandage, just labeled from Starfleet, it was useful,

"This might fit better."

[almosthonorable]

"Looks like it might."

He tilts his head at the bandage.

"Where'd you come up with that?"

[piwakawaka]

"Somewhere in Bar, I think, they had extras."

[almosthonorable]

"Lucky thing."

His eyes move to Tiwa's face.

"You hurtin' right now?"

[piwakawaka]

"Never hurts to have more bandages and its only a bit sore."

Its a not a full lie just a partial one since of course it hurts but she can stand it.

[almosthonorable]

He knows she's hurting; he's trying to gauge just how much.

"Won't hurt to rest up a little bit before we head for the coast," he says, spreading his coat on a flat rock so Tiwa can sit.

[piwakawaka]

Well she's trying to not make him worry and digs into her pockets to toss him a bag full of scones as she settles down,

"I liked the music there. I think there's one Mexican place in all of Wellington, the Flying Burrito Brother's and they don't have anyone that good."

[almosthonorable]

He catches the bag and eyes its contents.

"You 'n your magic pooka pockets ... "

He looks up again.

"They got burritos that fly?"

[piwakawaka]

"I could make them fly."

This is probably a no but you can never tell.

[almosthonorable]

"Dunno what I'd do if I came across a burrito with wings."

A beat.

"Try 'n catch it, maybe -- reckon it'd depend on how hungry I was."

[piwakawaka]

"I bet you could shoot one down. Come on sit down and tell me the sort of trouble you've been planning and how I can help."

[almosthonorable]

He takes a seat and opens his mouth.

Closes it.

Opens it again.

"Miss Tiwa, my only plan for now's to get you to the Gulf so you can see how pretty it is."

[piwakawaka]

"And you're going to go swimming."

[almosthonorable]

He gives Tiwa a long-suffering look.

"If I argue, you'll just push me in, anyhow."

[piwakawaka]

"Its fun and you said you like the ocean anyways."

[almosthonorable]

"I do -- I love it. There ain't nothin' like it."

He sternfaces at Tiwa.

"But that don't mean I like to go gallivantin' in it. There's rough water that can catch you by surprise, y'know."

[piwakawaka]

"Of course, have to respect it like you do the sky and just learn its ways."

[almosthonorable]

"I don't think you'll ever stop surprisin' me with how grown-up you can get at the strangest times."

[piwakawaka]

"Not being grown up, I'm from an island."

She sighs at him and pokes him.

[almosthonorable]

He chuckles and shies away from the poke.

"That's right -- never you mind what I just said, then."

[piwakawaka]

"Course, after all I'm only as young as I seem."

[almosthonorable]

"I like how you think that fools an old dog like me."

[piwakawaka]

Now she does goes after him to tickle him right where his shirt is riding up,

"Old dog, sure you're not that old."

[almosthonorable]

He gently takes her wrists to ease her hands away.

(He doesn't want her to see or feel any half-dried blood.)

"Careful, you're supposed to be sittin' still, little bird."