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Soleil didn’t know what to do with his time. They had a day before they were going on this next mission. It was strange, working with the WRO at the moment. He specifically never wanted to come anywhere near Shinra anything ever again. He trusted Reeve, to a degree, but there was still that shadow of Shinra leaning over everything.
But here he was, blinking tiredly at the two he had just gone through…..not hell…but something pretty close to earlier in the day. It….wouldn’t hurt to get to know them, right? He hadn’t made an effort in SOLDIER, he hadn’t wanted to be there. Sure there were a couple of nice people but…..There wasn’t the choice.
But this was a choice….To make friends outside of his village. Taking a breath, he stepped up to the other two.
“So…uh….How do you guys feel about grabbing dinner, later? Maybe?” He wrung his hands gently. “I mean, we don’t have to. if you guys don’t want to it’s just…..We’re going to be working together…again. So we might as well…get to know each other?” How did people do this?
Mariposa didn’t people. He certainly didn’t like the idea of being tied down to do people-pleasing jobs but the world was grim and ugly and any amount of work counted. So he went along with it. Being an assassin, being so strongly anti-Shinra, being AVALANCHE- it all had a way of piling up on him, until every opportunity presented to him strongly went against one facet of him entirely.
He wasn’t made to do honest work, but he also wasn’t made to watch entire cities burn to ashes at one man’s beckoning.
So here he was, getting the best kind of exposure therapy he could possibly think of. The type where he jumped right in and as his body went into shock he would be eaten alive. Except the analogy was all wrong and he was instead looking at the two other mercenaries he just met and there was a malfunctioning robot hanging off of his back.
“Dinner sounds good,” Mariposa said at last, shoving his hands into his pockets and fixing his good eye on the two with what was likely the stiffest expression to ever be seen on a living man. “Can’t hurt, need some good rest after that excursion.”
He had enough gil left over from stocking up on goods that it would at least get him something tasty enough to fill his stomach. Then it was going to be back to sleeping out on the streets until his next job, probably. Preferable, he wasn’t used to beds or blankets. They were suffocating.
“Though I can’t speak for the group but I’m thinking we’re probably not going to afford a four star meal. Food stall?”
Demetra was done with the job, so she tried to put it out of her head. She tried not to think about the knocking on the door, or the human like voices asking for help. Help she could not provide. Nope she simply would not think about it.
Instead she was thinking about dinner, and how nice a good meal would be right about now. Something warm and hearty. Something that would make her muscles which currently felt a little like jam, to feel more like muscles.
Food was okay to think about. Nothing else at the moment.
“Dinner sounds really good to me.” She looked at the other two. Two people she didn’t know a day ago. And honestly still didn’t know now. Were they going to have a meal and become unlikely best friends overnight? Probably not. But they were company.
And company was remarkably hard for her to find nowadays.
“Didn’t they offer us food inside the building or whatever?” She gestures, maybe she misheard. Maybe it was wishful thinking. Maybe just maybe there really was a good meal inside for them that wouldn’t cost an arm and a leg, “If not food stalls could be good. As long as we find someplace to sit and eat.”
