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[ruevealing]

I don't believe it matters how many times you lose someone. I imagine the grief is felt completely differently every time.

[Rue's paw settles on Eda's back, careful of the woman's wings, a gentle, soothing caress.] Besides, I know what they mean to you. Your hurt is entirely justified.

[It's a true show of the closeness between them that Rue leans in to press a quick peck of a kiss to Eda's temple, before dragging the woman closer to their side. Sounds like it's going to be a night of cuddles and wine and tears.]

Well, shall we watch a movie while we wait for our dessert? I suppose as the guest it would only be courteous to let you choose the film.

[edalyn]

[Eda just nods. They're not wrong at all. Sometimes the grief is a nagging sense of something missing and the inescapable thoughts of if she'd just done things differently and sometimes it's knowing they're in danger and sometimes it's the pain of having them look at her like they don't remember her. This time it's the fear that they're in danger and the knowledge that she doesn't even know where to start.

The kiss startles Eda, and gets an awkward little chuckle and a blush. But that's a good distraction, because she snaps a little bit out of how miserable she was getting. She shifts her wings around a bit to make it comfortable to lean against Rue.]

I'm not exactly caught up on Human Realm movies... and I can't seem to find some of the ones I've looked for anyway. But we can see what there is. [She's not sure how much attention she'll pay, but it's something to try and focus on at least.]

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I can't imagine that anyone truly is caught up on the films of this realm. There are such a great many! It would have to take many a human lifetime just to be anywhere close. I can't imagine how long that would take.

[With Eda drawing in close, Rue is content enough to keep a wing wrapped around the woman's shoulder, keeping her near, before gently pushing the television remote into her hand.]

Is there anything else you need? While we wait for our dinner?

[edalyn]

More time than I've got here. [But she's pretty sure she's somehow keeping up with what's popular even less than when she used to visit. She hates having a day job so much.]

Nah, just... keep the wine coming. [And on that note, Eda drinks some more of hers. It's possible she could also use more little forehead kisses, but she's definitely not about to say that.

Instead she starts idly browsing through movies.]

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[Well, Eda may be in luck, because Rue will absolutely be wrapping the woman up for adorable forehead kisses all night long.]

That I can do.

[Just as Eda begins to browse the movie selection, Rue's phone goes off - their text tone some selection of rising melodic chimes - before they are hopping to their feet.]

Our dinner is here. Give me just a moment.

[If nothing else, it gives Eda a chance to catch her breath and sort out her wild emotions, just until Rue returns.]

[edalyn]

Mhm. [Eda makes a small noncommittal noise. While Rue gets up, she drains the rest of her glass of wine and sets it on the coffee table.

She does her best to sort out her emotions, but mostly what she actually does is distract herself by browsing through movies. She finds something that she suspects will make her wildly nostalgic, but... hey, if she's going to cry anyway.

She waits for Rue to come back, though.]

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[There's a few murmured whispers at the entryway, the soft concern of Rue's hushed tones and Hob's gruffer voice, before they have reemerged, a grocery bag in paw.]

Well! Your choice for the night is ice cream, cookies or, ah, cosmic brownies. Whichever you prefer.

[edalyn]

I dunno what that last one is, but... hard to go wrong with ice cream. Even if I can't find wrathberry here. [Or any of the other flavours she's used to. Either way, she reaches for it.]

Have you seen this cat musical? D'you know if it's anything like Rats?

[She's not actually sure if there's any way Rue would have an answer to that, but it looks kind of similar.]

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[If Eda is taking the ice cream, then Rue will expertly splay the cookies out on display for later.]

I have heard of neither of them!

[edalyn]

[Eda's a little amused by the attention to details.]

Well Rats is... well I mean it's mostly about rats. It's about a talent show for rats. They're in a cult. [Is she just explaining it poorly? Who knows!]

Our school put it on when we were kids. [She's leaving personally starring in it out of the story, for now.]

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[look!! that's rue's whole thing!!]

A play about rats? In a cult? How strange! Do you believe that, ah, Cats is of the same plot, only with a change in species?

I think I would very much have enjoyed seeing you perform.

[edalyn]

Who said anything about me performing?

[She's... technically not denying it, though. And her being a theatre kid is probably far less of a surprise than she wishes it was.]

Anyway, maybe? I wanna see if it's the same idea.

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[The look that Rue levels at her must speak volumes. Eda, please.]

My apologies. Perhaps I am only mistaken by your everyday theatrics.

[But Rue is all too pleased to settle beside her.]

Please then! Let's.

[edalyn]

[Eda chooses to very pointedly ignore this look, and pretend they believed her even a little bit. She curls up against their side again, adjusting her wings a bit until she's comfortable.]

Might as well. [If it's enough like Rats it might make her more sad than she is, but at least it's... something. Either a distraction or an excuse to wallow while she eats her ice cream. Either way, she turns the movie on and cracks into said ice cream.]

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[And alright, so the musical is very strange and Rue can't quite follow along, but at least the choreography is inspired. They make it through at least the first big musical number before tipping their head into Eda's affectionately, whispering softly, as if the performers will be most upset at their speaking during the show.]

Well? Any similarities?

[edalyn]

[Eda finds it very funny, and therefore doesn't point out the the cats can't hear them.]

It's... pretty similar actually. I mean, they're giving that girl more screen-time and they look, uh. [She just kind of trails off and wrinkles her nose. You'd think the effects wouldn't be horrifying to someone from the Boiling Isles, and yet. Though she gives up on thinking of a clever insult after a moment, because she can't quite put her finger on what they remind her of yet.] Bad.

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[shhhh rue doesn't want to be rude]

Eda! They are not bad, they are only... Well...

[quickly losing steam here]

It must simply be an acquired taste that I do not possess.

[edalyn]

...Sure. [Eda does not sound convinced. Or at least, it's not a taste she wants to acquire.]

We were better and we were fifteen.

[Eda says this flatly, before eating a spoonful of icecream. It's a moment before she realises that she just, in fact, admitted to having been in Rats.]

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[hehehe]

So it must have been a superior performance than, is what you are saying?

[edalyn]

Yeah, the, uh, the Hexside show was better.

[She doesn't say we this time, possibly hoping to just brush past it. Although she's not entirely joking about thinking it was better.]

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[Too late, Rue knows all.]

Tell me about the differences.

[edalyn]

Well, for one thing... ability to sing. It was mostly the bard kids. And no one looked like that. Everyone had cute little rat noses.

[And she continues to comment on things between nibbling on ice cream, mostly seeming unimpressed and slightly puzzled by the additional attempts at a plot.

She reacts the most, though, when they meet a cat whose main character traits appear to be the hot one and incredibly annoying. Eda bursts out in vaguely offended laughter. There's some absolutely incoherent sputtering, but Rue might gather she seems personally insulted.]

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[Eda's laughter is infectious. It's a nice time, even under the sorrowful circumstances, just a night cuddling with their bestie and making fun of theatre kids.

Though the way Eda sputters says a lot.]

Now that looks like a personal attack.

[edalyn]

[She's doing her best to find things to laugh over so she doesn't cry, but at least it appears to be working for the moment.]

I have... no idea what you're talking about. I just— I just think he's bad at this part. Not that I care about this part. [You know what, she's just gonna stop talking and eat some more ice cream now.]

[ruevealing]

Oh certainly. Of course.

[hehe, too late, eda.

But Rue is all too happy to cuddle up to their bestie and just enjoy the show, as long as it helps distract their friend from her pain.]