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[12inches]

Ramir...

[ Take a good long look at your boyfriend and ask yourself if he'd ever condone letting someone die. He had a hard enough time dealing with a dead zombie. Name groaned, he leans up and scrubs his hands over his face, slumping even further in his seat. ]

Okay, look at it this way, like... Are you upset at me, for any of the shit future me said to you? Like, am I responsible for that, in your opinion? I mean, I said it. At some point.

[ Is he actually defending this woman... Well, from death anyway. ]

[heavyhitter]

[ Ugh. More being reasonable. Sigma slumps down, and Ramir slumps into him with a heavy sigh. ]

I guess not. [ And isn't she always the one mad about the idea of fate, and that things could be set in stone and unchangeable? It's irritating to think of this that way, though. She scowls, but buries it in Sigma's arm. ]

Fine. [ It's a mumble. ] I won't kill her or watch her die if given the option. I'll follow your lead.

[12inches]

[ His most annoying talent. ]

[ As she grumbles into his shoulder, he mimics her huff, albeit slightly more relieved than frustrated. ]

Like I have any idea where I'm going, [ he laments. When she's finished, he takes his arm back and wraps it around her shoulders instead, pulling her in to put a kiss to the top of her head. ] Thanks... I'll let you know if the jury ever changes its mind.

[ But it's not like she can do anything while they're here anyway, working under ALASTAIR. Besides maybe try and convince him to return home with her. Which would absolutely never work on him now, no matter what she tried, fate be damned. ]

... Her name's Akane. [ It's probably been thrown around once or twice, but just in case she forgot. ]

[heavyhitter]

[ Akane makes it immediately to the list of names she won't forget, but she just nods. ]

Got it. Akane, piece of shit, off-limits for killing.

[ And on that note, looking completely unconcerned because he's walked in on weirder lines before, the waiter with a delivery of their dinners. Ramir perks up immediately and digs right in, but not without one more inquisitive glance over. ]

Anything else I should know? Or did we basically cover it?

[12inches]

[ Same, waiter man... Bad news out of the way, Sigma wastes just about as much time as Ramir does starting in on the food. It's a welcome distraction at this point, one that relaxes him visibly. ]

Nah, that sums it up, I think, [ he muses between mouthfuls. Nothing quite like bitching and moaning up a storm to work up an appetite. ] Pretty much. Maybe. I donno, locking eyes with the food person kinda hard resets my train of thought.

[ He's probably better off not overthinking the whole thing all night anyway. ]