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Brisa smiled. "No idea what Fugu'd say 'bout all that, but I fer one feel fuckin' inspired." She shrugged. "Me only likin' gals is spitin' a bunch of infinitely complex arrangements of self-replicatin' particles. I like that."

Brisa chuckled. "Maybe a shrinkin' population is better fer the long term survivability of life, if perpetuation matters more'n propagation. Wouldn't wanna grow yer numbers past what the world can tolerate." It was like a game, almost. But she should concede the cosmic joke, at least. "I get...

Brisa allowed herself to be a little smug, having been a mountain-climber since she was a kitten and kept up the habit while on Cibus, if at times only by means of Guild HQ staircases. But she didn't let on. It would be ungracious. "You're more'n welcome. It meant a lot t'me that you fought me...

Brisa listened along, following the general meaning if not the particulars. Molecules, she understood, were microscopic particles from which matter was composed. The idea that their replication was a microcosm of mundane reproduction was intuitive enough. And despite magic and souls absolutely...

Brisa nodded. Genetics had come up in their first ever interaction. She'd first heard of the concept from... Well, from her pa. Huh. "Tell me a li'l somethin' 'bout genetics, why don't you? Can't promise I'll follow everythin', but I like seein' you genuinely fuckin' interested in somethin'."

Brisa rolled her eyes dramatically. "Combat sport an' talkin' 'bout feelings are the best goddamn things there are. What's wrong with you?" She smiled at Dave and sank back into the couch with a sigh. She was gonna miss him too. Him and all his bullshit. "You should talk to Fugu about what you...

"Still haven't picked up a taste fer recreational fightin', have ya?" commented Brisa, marvelling that the guy somehow made it through every damn fight the team had been in, and a couple Colo matches at that, despite having less of a battleheart than practically anybody. "Don't worry, I'm done...

Brisa nodded in agreement. "Fella's alright with me," she said, definitively. "Doubt the Arceus of my world is as pleasant, if they're still around. Ha, as if I'd be so lucky." She coughed, awkwardly. "Don't mean t'sound corny, but... We were only doin' our jobs. I'm just glad he's stickin'...

"Somethin' like that, usually. This one time I just attacked her fuckin' immediately. I was havin' a shit day, didn't wanna talk, went at it. The battle got me to open up about my shit without overthinkin' it. Worked out." Brisa cocked her head. "She use her Mesprit gift? Give you a reflection...

"Don't tell me y'got everythin' worth talkin' 'bout sorted in a single session," drawled Brisa, trying to lighten the mood a little. "Remind me, what did you end up goin' over last time?"

Only one? Good grief. "Dave, I'll pay if it gets you to go." Gods, please don't fight me on this. Every chance for some emotional breakthrough is a chance things will be better for you back home. But you'll just talk about how you'll write it all off as a dream or whatever. Goddamnit. Brisa...

Brisa nodded sceptically. "Uhuh." When had Dave ever been fine? She leant on him at times, yes, but she wasn't stupid. She was familiar with Shadow. She knew well enough. "How's therapy?" she asked, pointedly. "You're still with Fugu, last I heard."

"Sounds good. Just so long as you have a good time too. I..." I worry about you. I care about you. I love you. "I want you to be happy fer at least part of the final stretch, y'know?"

Brisa waved a paw vaguely. "I dunno, so long as it's not some impenetrable drama I don't got the cultural understandin' fer, or a shitty thriller with terrible fuckin' fight scenes, I'm good. I, uh." Her ears flushed a bit. "I like romances, but I don't much wanna watch those with paternal...

Brisa's eyes brightened sharply. "Y'like movies? I like movies. We don't have anythin' like those back home. You guys with more developed homeworlds sure are lucky." She wanted to do whatever, so long as Dave would cheer the fuck up a bit. "We could do that. And... If you promise to keep to a...

Brisa shrugged and waved a paw. "Make room," she told him, as she put his coffee down in front of him. She switched to zeraora form to take up less space on the couch. Who gave a damn, right? "I'm enjoyin' myself, mostly. Lotta time battlin', lotta time with Starr and the best of my friends...

"Yeah, that tracks. I see her a lot in the Colo trainin' grounds. I think she likes me 'cause I just fight her, and I'm fine with that, so we haven't talked much. I know better'n to try on sentimentality with the lass." She finished up the coffee, and wondered if getting hammered together would...

"Sure. I got to beat up like fifty motherfuckers, and they paid me fer it, and I gave the proceeds to redevelopment charities. It was fuckin' superb." She closed the door behind her, and breezed through the living space, figuring Dave might be responsive to coffee. Coffee, coffee, coffee... No...

Brisa headed home from her latest casual match in good spirits. She was doing a charity drive by taking sponsored challenges from casual competitors under various restrictions, as a way to stay active and work towards a good cause without going stir crazy while Diyem prepared for the end. Her...

Luz shares a pleasant afternoon eating icecream and window-shopping with Drake, and has such a good time she offers to make it a regular hangout. She sweet-talks a vendor into letting them both have samples of every flavour. She thinks her favourite is honeycomb. Brisa accepts the sparring...