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[thenormalsquint]

Just because the lights are on doesn't mean anybody's actually home, or in this case, the shop's actually open. Sorry to break your little precious hearts, but there'll be no Visitors' Day specials today at Passione. Yes, I understand other shops are doing it, but not this one, mainly because we're closed at this hour of the night.

[And currently there are a lack of employees and such other things a business requires.]

Feel free to stop by and tell this lone worker hello if you care to, maybe bring me a coffee and a donut, maybe a late night dinner too. Just saying. It'll be your good deed for the day.


[ooc: Action/Audio welcome since she's at the shop. Everything is fair game except anything past S4 of Bones. Anything else she can easily forgot by *~*magic*~*.]

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[thenormalsquint]

[Finnick, you are a terrible person and you should be in Hell right now.]

How?

[killerstyle]

You never did get the hang of "I don't tell you things because I'm trying to protect you from them", huh. I guess it's nice to see that some things never change.

[He reaches out to take her shoulders, giving her a faint smile.]

Look. You don't want me to answer that question. But I should warn you that if you insist, this time around I don't have any reason not to tell you. It's up to you.

[thenormalsquint]

I wouldn't ask it if I didn't want you to answer it, Finnick. Let me decide if I need protecting. Please.

[She knows it's bad, but he's her friend. She needs to know what her friends go through.]

[killerstyle]

I was trapped in a sewer and a mutt bit my head off. A big kind of lizard-thing that smelled like roses.

[He says it effortlessly, but he's watching her face closely behind his unflinching expression, ready to steady her in the moment when that sinks in.]

Lucky for me I don't keep anything important up there, or I might've missed it, huh?

[thenormalsquint]

[He doesn't flinch but she does and hard. Her stomach lurches forward and it's all Angela can do to turn her head to the side so she doesn't vomit from her vivid imagination.]

Shit.

[killerstyle]

I'd say "I hate to say I told you so", but I know you don't like it when I lie to you.

[He pulls her back in for a hug, holding her against his chest. He's solid, despite being cold. He's here. It's okay.

Don't puke on his shoes, they're designer.]

Angela. Come on, it's okay. Look, I'm here. I'm fine. See? It's really okay.

[thenormalsquint]

[Angela would rather be nauseated than lied to, right now. There's some respect for Finnick for that right there, even if her tears are staining his shirt.]

Who is she?

[The woman who has to pick up the pieces?]

[killerstyle]

[He'll hold on as long as she needs to. And hey, if his shirt gets wrecked from the water, well. It's not like damp clothes have ever bothered him before.]

The same girl I never wanted to tell you about. Her name is Annie.

[Is. Not was. She's still alive. And really, that's all he ever wanted.]

[thenormalsquint]

Tell me about her.

[Turn this bad news into good news as she pulls away to wipe her eyes. She'll never meet this Annie, never see why Finnick was so head over heels for her, but his words will say enough for Angela. That's good enough.]

[killerstyle]

[It's funny, you know, because as much as he adores her, and as much as that adoration shows in the way his face lights up when he thinks of her, it's still hard to talk about Annie. All those years of pretending, of barely daring to say her name for fear it might draw attention to her, make for years of habit that's still hard to unlearn.]

What do you want to know?

[thenormalsquint]

Everything. What she looks like, sounds like, her favorites, what made you decide she was the one...

[Angela shoots off all these tidbits for two reasons: she's nosy and she actually does want to know and it means she can sidestep Finnick asking her why she's here in the shop late at night.]

[killerstyle]

She's beautiful. Dark hair, eyes greener than mine, with a smile that could light up a room.

[There are other things that describe her, too--more defining things, like "she was a Victor like me", and "she won because she could swim" and "she's the one they call the poor mad girl", but while those are all true, they're not the things that matter anymore. A lot of things stopped mattering, once he was dead.]

I think she knew I was the one long before I figured it out myself. She waited a long time for me.

[thenormalsquint]

[And now, with how unfair life is, she barely got any time with him.

Angela returns to sitting by the box, this time staring at her hands, thinking of her next move in this careful conversation.]

How long--When did you--[Think, Angela. Don't ask anything that brings up how little time they probably got to spend together.]Congratulations. I didn't think you had it in you.

[When all else fails, go with friendly sarcasm.]