( Several points give her pause, the most important of which is the talk about the Porter and other worlds and having experienced something like that before. On the one hand, maybe it made some kind of sense. On the other hand, it making sense relied on the fact that the Porters existed at all should make sense in some way, and Rosita is still unsettled by all that.
Her hands settle on her hips, like she can somehow make this situation comply a little more to her liking through the power of low-key aggressive body language, and her jaw tenses, though the way she's looking at Ruby is more worried than anything. Worried with a side of furrowed brow.
I've never heard of any... Game of Thrones. ( She frowns a little more. The tragedy of the world ending before worldwide television sensations happened. )
Rosita is good at squinting. And judging. And she is also very good at kicking water at someone to splash them, and somehow making it seem sarcastic. )
That last part is familiar. ( Unfortunately. ) So kind of like every fantasy book, then. Kind of like how this place is weird sci-fi and comic-book bullshit?
( Rosita isn't sure what she expected or wanted to hear, but somehow the response she gets doesn't satisfy all the remaining questions. Probably a by-product of being dissatisfied with just about everything to do with how they would up here, how this world differs and has too much in common with her own.
It's all a mess. Her hands settle on her hips, and she frowns as her gaze drops to the ground. )
( Rosita isn't sure what to make of all the information, in truth. She stays quiet a long while, before looking at Ruby and tilting her head, opting to sit down on the wet sand so that the come and go of the sea inevitably washes over her feet and her legs, anchoring her hands in the weight of the sand at her sides.
Eventually, )
That sounds intense. ( And she shakes her head a little. ) Back home people don't really talk about the past. It's... sort of like picking stitches that aren't ready to come out. Stupid and— painful.
( But she looks at Ruby, then, even if the sunlight makes her squint a little. ) If you do ever wanna talk about it, though.
( Then I'll listen. An offer, albeit a poorly delivered one. )
Thanks. [She smiles as she sits as well, but there's a something a bit uncertain to it, as she thinks of all the reasons telling her whole life's story might be a bad idea. As she wonders if it ever won't feel like that.]
The same goes for you, you know. If there's ever anything you want to talk about... I'm around.
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Date: 2016-08-02 08:58 am (UTC)Her hands settle on her hips, like she can somehow make this situation comply a little more to her liking through the power of low-key aggressive body language, and her jaw tenses, though the way she's looking at Ruby is more worried than anything. Worried with a side of furrowed brow.
I've never heard of any... Game of Thrones. ( She frowns a little more. The tragedy of the world ending before worldwide television sensations happened. )
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Date: 2016-08-02 03:12 pm (UTC)Okay. Lord of the Rings then.
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Date: 2016-08-02 10:17 pm (UTC)Lord of the What?
( Now she's just being obnoxious. The shift in demeanour is subtle, hard to pin tells on any one thing, but it is there. )
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Date: 2016-08-02 11:59 pm (UTC)Rings? They're these little metal circles. Sometimes people wear them. You should look them up.
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Date: 2016-08-06 01:52 pm (UTC)( she squints.
Rosita is good at squinting. And judging. And she is also very good at kicking water at someone to splash them, and somehow making it seem sarcastic. )
Nah.
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Date: 2016-08-06 02:28 pm (UTC)Anyway, you get the point. Queens and knights and no indoor plumbing and all that good stuff.
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Date: 2016-08-08 12:36 pm (UTC)That last part is familiar. ( Unfortunately. ) So kind of like every fantasy book, then. Kind of like how this place is weird sci-fi and comic-book bullshit?
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Date: 2016-08-09 01:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-09 02:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-09 03:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-09 06:58 am (UTC)It's all a mess. Her hands settle on her hips, and she frowns as her gaze drops to the ground. )
Huh.
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Date: 2016-08-10 12:28 am (UTC)It's... kind of a long, weird story. Maybe the next time I've got about 6 hours to spare, I could almost manage to get through the whole thing.
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Date: 2016-08-10 07:47 am (UTC)Eventually, )
That sounds intense. ( And she shakes her head a little. ) Back home people don't really talk about the past. It's... sort of like picking stitches that aren't ready to come out. Stupid and— painful.
( But she looks at Ruby, then, even if the sunlight makes her squint a little. ) If you do ever wanna talk about it, though.
( Then I'll listen. An offer, albeit a poorly delivered one. )
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Date: 2016-08-11 06:51 am (UTC)The same goes for you, you know. If there's ever anything you want to talk about... I'm around.
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Date: 2016-08-13 03:38 am (UTC)I'll remember. ( She might not take Ruby up on it right away, but she'll remember. And she will take her up on it, eventually.
In the meantime she puts her hands behind her hands, and slowly falls back onto the sand, enduring the warmth. )