( So, things were already weird. Coming here, seeing Cara again for the first time in years, meeting her new girlfriend? Totally already weird.
But they only go turbo-downhill from there the moment Priya comes to wind an arm around her waist. She almost goes into some kind of defense mode, the fight center of her brain almost engages, because for some reason her instincts tell her it's a sign that they're about to enter combat. That's probably not PTSD or anything.
Two seconds later, no punching or screaming starts, and only then does she start to realize what's going on here.
Oh, shit. Is this one of those things? Did Priya initiate a Fake Couple scheme?! Is this actually happening? Holy shit. What the fuck. What. Why? What.
Of course she's gonna roll with it, of course she is, she's just not as quick to adapt as she'd been with like. Maybe a little more head's up, or a little less dinner wine.
Fucked the indoctrination out of a cultist.
Well, that's-
I mean, sort of. Not exactly how that happened, but kind of? She plasters on her best smile, though whether it's the weirdness of the situation or the memory of Savra, something makes that smile look distinctly pained. A stranger might not pick up on it, but Cara still knows her well enough even after all these years that she shoots Max a confused look.
Max, of course, doubles down instead of deescalating. Because of who she is as a person. )
Of course, dear, I know how much you love dancing.
( And off they go, with Max boggling over the mere concept of Priya dancing. She's a great fighter, but this is a whole different thing. Max would honestly be less surprised if Priya's arms, like, snapped off in the first six seconds of her attempting to look anything remotely close to free spirited.
Fortunately, Max grew up in a tavern. Max does know how to dance, and so she guides one of Priya's hands to her shoulder and threads fingers through the other, leading her a little deeper into the dancing crowd out of Cara's direct sight line. Just in case she can still read lips like she could when they were teenagers.
Pleasantly: )
So. Hi. Hey. Hello. Um. What the fuck is happening?
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But they only go turbo-downhill from there the moment Priya comes to wind an arm around her waist. She almost goes into some kind of defense mode, the fight center of her brain almost engages, because for some reason her instincts tell her it's a sign that they're about to enter combat. That's probably not PTSD or anything.
Two seconds later, no punching or screaming starts, and only then does she start to realize what's going on here.
Oh, shit. Is this one of those things? Did Priya initiate a Fake Couple scheme?! Is this actually happening? Holy shit. What the fuck. What. Why? What.
Of course she's gonna roll with it, of course she is, she's just not as quick to adapt as she'd been with like. Maybe a little more head's up, or a little less dinner wine.
Fucked the indoctrination out of a cultist.
Well, that's-
I mean, sort of. Not exactly how that happened, but kind of? She plasters on her best smile, though whether it's the weirdness of the situation or the memory of Savra, something makes that smile look distinctly pained. A stranger might not pick up on it, but Cara still knows her well enough even after all these years that she shoots Max a confused look.
Max, of course, doubles down instead of deescalating. Because of who she is as a person. )
Of course, dear, I know how much you love dancing.
( And off they go, with Max boggling over the mere concept of Priya dancing. She's a great fighter, but this is a whole different thing. Max would honestly be less surprised if Priya's arms, like, snapped off in the first six seconds of her attempting to look anything remotely close to free spirited.
Fortunately, Max grew up in a tavern. Max does know how to dance, and so she guides one of Priya's hands to her shoulder and threads fingers through the other, leading her a little deeper into the dancing crowd out of Cara's direct sight line. Just in case she can still read lips like she could when they were teenagers.
Pleasantly: )
So. Hi. Hey. Hello. Um. What the fuck is happening?