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[whatsinfrontofyou]

I thought I was asking someone's friend to check in on them when they were in a shitty mood.

[And it all seemed very reasonable when she thought about it that way.

Vex groans, though, because even if her instinct is to get defensive about it, Jordana is right. Especially about it being a shitshow.]

If I had it to do over again, I'd handle things differently from the outset, but I can't unfuck what's been fucked.

Just... trying to clean up the mess a bit.

[wyldfire]

I know, I know. I'm not trying to chastise you. You care and that's important to me. There's just so many more layers here. He's not just her friend, he's her work partner. A packmate.

When push comes to shove, the two of them will stand together against anything. But pack dynamics and relationships are always changing, adjusting, and pushing against each other. It's what makes a pack strong.

[Complacency promoted weakness. It was necessary to know where one stood among the pack and challengeit if unsatisfied.]

You had the misfortune of waking unbeknownst into a minefield. Thank you for telling me.

[whatsinfrontofyou]

[On the one hand, you'd expect Vex would understand that as part of a team herself. On the other hand...

She'd never project Vox Machina's dynamics on literally any other group of people. She knows they're a bunch of weird assholes.]

It seemed like time to bring in an adult.

[wyldfire]

[Surprise, surprise, every group like that was a bunch of weird assholes.]

Ew, don't call me that.

[An attempt to lighten the mood.]

[whatsinfrontofyou]

It's not my fault that you're so mature and responsible.

[Joking back, at last lightly.]

[wyldfire]

It's not my fault I'm Philodox. Literally blame the moon.

[whatsinfrontofyou]

Hmm. I'm sure it's the moon's fault that you're a reasonable person.

Usually.

[wyldfire]

Half-moons are mediators for a reason. Totally Luna's fault.

[whatsinfrontofyou]

Is it also the moon's fault that you're smart and sexy?

[wyldfire]

Heh. That's the Mexican blood.

[whatsinfrontofyou]

Whatever it is, it works.

[wyldfire]

I do aim to please.

Hey... you okay?

[whatsinfrontofyou]

Oh, fantastic.

[Sarcastically, though without much edge.]

Truly, nothing worth bitching about in the grand scheme of things. We're all stuck in the same very small boat, right?

[wyldfire]

Yeah, but that's all the more reason to make sure that aside from the whole physical survival thing, you're okay.

This situation is terrible for those of us that like to roam. My spiritual... recharge is hampered in the city. And it smells.

[whatsinfrontofyou]

Gods, do I understand that feeling. I've never been at my best in cities. There are things to enjoy, but I can't... clear my head.

And it does smell, even when we're not piling on top of each other. One advantage of it not being summer, though.

[The smell could be so much worse.]

[wyldfire]

And you wonder why I sleep in the snow.

[whatsinfrontofyou]

Not at all, darling. If I had a fur coat, I'd sleep in the snow too.

[wyldfire]

It's surprisingly insulating.

[whatsinfrontofyou]

And very soft.

[wyldfire]

[Laughing:] I meant the snow

[whatsinfrontofyou]

Yes, but your fur is infinitely more pleasant.

[wyldfire]

Only because it's winter. My summer coat isn't anything to talk about.

[whatsinfrontofyou]

[Now it's Vex's turn to laugh.]

Are you going to blow your coat in the spring?

[wyldfire]

Yes. It's so annoying. One would think I could just shift and be summer-ready but no.

[whatsinfrontofyou]

I would have thought, until you mentioned it.

[But now it's funny.]

Have you ever let anyone brush you?