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Brisa chuckling, scoffing gently. "Yeah, that makes two of us. Well, if'n y'change yer mind, lemme know. I bet it'd be fun." She waved over some more drinks for them both and settled in for a pleasant, playful evening. Aria was excellent company, and the longer Brisa spent time with her, the...

"Couldn't say, darlin'. I think I'm catchin' on quick fer a gal with no experience t'speak of herself. Who's t'say yer aptitude ain't all just from those flirtin' competitions you mentioned?" Brisa had meant it as a bit of ribbing, but it made a certain kind of sense now that she said it out...

"I don't expect I'd mind at all," drawled Brisa, her ears heating up again. Mostly because Aria's immediate retreat at the thought she might be taking advantage of Brisa was . . . intensely reassuring. Even if it was a little condescending. Brisa wondered if the lucario was right about being...

Brisa chuckled. Oh, there was a reaction there. Mm. Neat. Her ears were still warm, but she was very much at her ease. "It weren't among the reasons I offered t'give you a 'lash, but I was alright with it. I knew it might happen. An' I didn't drop the connection when I realised it was...

Brisa kept her smile, albeit one a little drier than before. "That's too bad. Maybe y'can lead me on when I'm sober," she joked. "It's been fun. Ain't had nobody pursue me before." She left her paw out in the open for a moment, and flexed her digits absentmindedly. "I don't mind this...

Brisa's eyes widened at that. Oh, fuck. Okay. She forgot how words worked for a second. Fortunately (or unfortunately, perhaps), the whiskey spoke for her. "Oh, d'you find me compellin' enough fer that, Aria?" she asked, conscious of the complexity in the lucario's feelings, and the...

Brisa had to stifle a purr of her own. "Here goes..." Aria's paw connected with hers, and golden threads lightly wrapped around it. Nothing she couldn't snap just by pulling away. She could feel safe. The rush of feeling was, as usual, mostly unilateral. Contentedness, excitement, the...

Brisa smiled, both warmly and wearily. She could imagine, based on the kind of shit she'd seen happen to the posse. And herself. She extended a forelimb and turned her palm upward, exposing her beans carpal pads. They glowed a dim gold. "Of course. Just hold my paw fer as long as y'fancy, an'...

Brisa frowned. "Well, as much as that surely comes with some advantages, it seems a shame that y'gotta miss out on the other effects." Her tail flicked from side to side, and she narrowed her eyes in thought. "Tell ya what... How 'bout I let ya ride my own buzz fer a spell? My whiplash...

"Why, thank you~" For all that Brisa had success in the Colosseum and praise from her compatriots for her strength, actually being flirted with for it was deeply, unexpectedly thrilling. She grinned, her eartips so hot by now she couldn't twitch them without hearing her own pulse. "I ain't...

Brisa flushed harder still, but she rolled her eyes at the sheer cheek of the question. "Aw, please. I got more'n one type, an' I ain't no pushover m'self, as you well know." But she couldn't keep a delighted smirk off her face as she drummed her claws against her bottle. "But yeah, I'll...

"Aw, fuckin' shucks," chuckled Brisa, waving Aria's tease away with a paw. "Yer no less adorable'n I am, darlin'." It didn't escape her notice that Aria had hinted that drinking kept her sane, but... Well. Not really the time and place to harp on about self-medication with drink, and it'd be...

Brisa scoffed, looked away, but couldn't help smling. "Ain't it somethin' that comes about through bonds with others? I'll bet money that'll be down t'yer fella, then." She smirked in a contented sort of way, feeling entirely, pleasantly warm.

Brisa chuckled lightly. "Sounds like our experiences with our teammates weren't so different in some ways. We had roommates at odds, conciliatory picnics, Owen droppin' all sortsa embarrassin' sentences, an' all that." Her ears burned a little from the whiskey and the comment about Starr. Ah...

Brisa thought of Starr, who'd needed a new world, many months, and to hear things only Brisa could tell her, going back to where she'd been. The way she'd been. Consumed by guilt and shame, without someone telling her that she was brave, and good, and loved. "I've done everythin' I can," she...

Brisa nodded, whiskers twitching in thought. "Yeah. I used t'feel very, very alone. Knowin' the multiverse is a surprisin'ly small place is a kinda comfort. As fer whether I'll forget... It's hard t'be sure. Supposedly it's down t'yer 'hero's aura' an' whether yer world has more in store fer ya...

Brisa made a face between grin and grimace. "Yer a gal after my own heart. I damn near worked myself half t'death towards the middle of our mission here, tryin' t'cover everythin' alone. Back in my own world, I scarce give myself any pleasures 'cause I'm always lookin' out fer disasters to...

Brisa pawed at her chin a little. "Well, I only know how local folks took it with respect to my pa an' myself. Which is t'say, he was lauded fer his efforts to save the world, but never taken in like one of their own. His surname is still 'Stranger', even after spendin' twenty-five years...

"Sure. I guess I get that. Fer me, fightin' was never a challenge 'gainst anyone 'sides my parents, so Cibus was a dream come true, bein' able to go all-out versus real opponents. I guess in yer position, as an Omen Hero, retirin' from all that must sound appealin' after a while." She chuckled...

Brisa offered Aria a sympathetic, rueful smile. "Can y'believe I know exactly what y'mean? I'll just go ahead an' guess that one of yer parents were a former human. That's the usual explanation fer our predicament, it seems." Her smile widened as Aria's face betrayed the accuracy of Brisa's...