-She does show up eventually, after making sure Shinji was in bed, rolling up from her usual bus stop with a case of beer under her arm. Definitely unlawfully gained, but hey, the clerk literally wasn't there.-
[ big ol' wave and grin. john's happy to see her and.. well, the beer too, presuming she'd share. either way, john's usually the cheery short, but there's definitely a bounce to his step. ]
Yo, yourself. [ he gestures to the the truck parked behind him, busted up and all. ] This here's Rocinante— Retrospec actually gave me somethin' nice for a change, even if they didn't fix it up.
Ah, yeah. It's Don Quixote's horse, from the novel. Some first-year book in high school we had to decipher. [ ... ] Suppose me and my past self had similar taste in names.
[ admittedly. he didn't make it through high school, but he doesn't think that much of a consolation at all. he had an opportunity, and he feels like he blew it. john wilfully shrugs that thought off. ]
Yep. "Mayship" is way worse.
[ he's 100% teasing. he'll pull open the door at the back of the camper; inside, it's actually pretty nice. looks like this, uh, steinbeck took a comparatively healthy paycheck. ]
-It reminded her quite a bit of the OG Mayship, the one that laid in wreckage at the bottom of the bay. It was strangely nostalgic, stepping into that space.-
[ he probably shouldn't dwell on it too long, besides. he's determined to latch onto this good mood. john clambers up into rocinante, gesturing for his guest to follow; may brought beer, and it looks like john has whiskey in one of the cabinets. go figure. ]
[ noting may taking that pull, john's surprised into silence for a second or so. ]
Oh. Sorry. [ wait, no. he's second-guessing that anyway. ] I know you mentioned havin' some issue there a while back, but I guess I didn't realize somethin' like that happened.
[ should he have? is more the unspoken question on his mind. ]
It's fine. I was trying to keep it down low, ya feel me? For awhile, I thought I could ignore it, since it was probably for the best I never told them. But stuff happened, and...
[ this is a wee bit harder to hear than he expected. the only change in john's expression is a shifting into something more neutral; he brings his glass to his lips to sip his whiskey. ]
I mean, you don't gotta tell me the details, but...
[ with the hesitation and carefulness with which his words come, it might be evident that john doesn't want to be too nosy-- not really. but he won't deny that he's curious as to a few things, if only because he does consider may to be a friend: ]
How long were you keepin' that to yourself...? Or just from them?
From most everyone, except for Kei. -A big sigh.- And I held it in for almost half a year. It didn't really work out. I even got the fool headed idea to try and get them to fall *for me* so I wouldn't have to hold onto those feelings any longer.
[ for the sake of john's sanity, he's going to pretend that's probably a different kei from the one he knows (impossibly slim chance). he takes another drink, staring down at the rippled surface of the amber liquid. ]
Well, I know people can go years and years holdin' onto unspoken feelings like that. [ or so people hear in stories, anyway. ] But even half a year sounds like hell, to me.
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[ hm, well. maybe he'd ask later. ]
sure thing. i'll just be out here with it front of my apartment for a good while, [ insert address here ], so take your time
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Yo!
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[ big ol' wave and grin. john's happy to see her and.. well, the beer too, presuming she'd share. either way, john's usually the cheery short, but there's definitely a bounce to his step. ]
Yo, yourself. [ he gestures to the the truck parked behind him, busted up and all. ] This here's Rocinante— Retrospec actually gave me somethin' nice for a change, even if they didn't fix it up.
[ which he isn't surprised at... at all. ]
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[ he laughs. ]
Ah, yeah. It's Don Quixote's horse, from the novel. Some first-year book in high school we had to decipher. [ ... ] Suppose me and my past self had similar taste in names.
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But I can't say much when my big ship is literally called the "Mayship".
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[ admittedly. he didn't make it through high school, but he doesn't think that much of a consolation at all. he had an opportunity, and he feels like he blew it. john wilfully shrugs that thought off. ]
Yep. "Mayship" is way worse.
[ he's 100% teasing. he'll pull open the door at the back of the camper; inside, it's actually pretty nice. looks like this, uh, steinbeck took a comparatively healthy paycheck. ]
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Cozy...
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[ that surprises him to hear, for some reason-- similarly, drawing up an image of a home. something nondescript, but home all the same. ]
You think so?
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[ wait, it's clicking. ]
—You had the same name for the boat as you did your new one, too? Or, past life one, I guess.
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[ he probably shouldn't dwell on it too long, besides. he's determined to latch onto this good mood. john clambers up into rocinante, gesturing for his guest to follow; may brought beer, and it looks like john has whiskey in one of the cabinets. go figure. ]
[ he offers her a renewed smile. ]
Anyway! How have you been, May?
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Well. You know how it goes. The hustle never stops...
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[ he'll pour himself a glass of that whiskey, propping himself against the counter. ]
So... hustlin' both in dealin' with Retrospec, and havin' to make that money? —Those two things haven't stopped, anyway.
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[ noting may taking that pull, john's surprised into silence for a second or so. ]
Oh. Sorry. [ wait, no. he's second-guessing that anyway. ] I know you mentioned havin' some issue there a while back, but I guess I didn't realize somethin' like that happened.
[ should he have? is more the unspoken question on his mind. ]
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It's fine. I was trying to keep it down low, ya feel me? For awhile, I thought I could ignore it, since it was probably for the best I never told them. But stuff happened, and...
Point is, I got rejected. Gently, but... still.
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I mean, you don't gotta tell me the details, but...
[ with the hesitation and carefulness with which his words come, it might be evident that john doesn't want to be too nosy-- not really. but he won't deny that he's curious as to a few things, if only because he does consider may to be a friend: ]
How long were you keepin' that to yourself...? Or just from them?
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Well, I know people can go years and years holdin' onto unspoken feelings like that. [ or so people hear in stories, anyway. ] But even half a year sounds like hell, to me.
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... Fuck, this is depressing. Let's talk about you for a minute.
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[ hmm ]
[ nothing less depressing at work, definitely nothing uplifting about retrospec ]
[ oh! ]
—Wanna see some pictures of my family?
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