Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures

[sumarusfinest]

The wonderful thing about the Nexus is that it's usually fairly easy to find the regulars because of their preferred spots for lounging about the forum. This makes Katsuya's current task all the more convenient as he makes his way from the stall of the Velvet Room.

The suspect had to be around here somewhere. Always lounging about and starting fights with the resident magi of the Nexus. He finds what he's looking for in a blonde man working on a small glass device on one of the many Nexus couches, a cup of coffee sitting next to him.

"I need your assistance in regards to a case of the utmost importance. Your cooperation would be...appreciated."

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[brave_heart_verity]

"Kind of the same thing," she points out with an amused tone.

The promise is bittersweet. There are no gods, no hell to fight for her. Most of her life was spent drifting through the world, and now she doesn't even have a world to drift through. "I'd be where I'm most needed."

Just like last time; she didn't argue with him about her staying back to help with the wounded while he went to fight. She didn't like it, but she didn't argue. How selfish would it be to try and prioritize her feelings over the good of the group?

"It's not likely there'll ever be a need to do that anyway."

[sumarusfinest]

"Perhaps not. But it's important to me to realize that it's true."

How could he not have seen this for as long as he did? The sheer depth of his feelings is staggering to him. It had been right, telling her finally that he had developed feelings for her. They've only grown stronger since.

He leans forward, touching his forehead to hers.

[brave_heart_verity]

"It's good to be self-aware," she agrees. This isn't the big romantic revelation to her that he might be hoping for. She feels that way about all her friends. She did (try to) fight a thunder god (unsuccessfully) once. She was prepared to unleash Ragnarok to free Loki if she had to. Fight demons? Whatever. Nyarlhotep? Bring it on. He's got nothing to say to her she doesn't already know about herself.

She closes her eyes when he leans forward, expecting a kiss but not disappointed with what she gets. "But I still hope it never comes up."