[ Dorothy is-- drunk! Or drunk-feeling, and she half-expected it, but it's nice(??) to know she can confirm it.
But more importantly... she's a little downcast despite that, and even as she walks (slightly wobbly) with no real purpose, she's still looking for someone. Perhaps just anyone. And she finds-- ]
[Rufus has stopped walking since the last dizzy spell and is working on regaining his sense of balance when Dorothy appears. He eyes her with visible displeasure at the title.]
Going to sit there and let his brain catch up with what is actually happening.
Right, he said he didn't drink. He's likely not as acclimated to this as she is, and if even Dorothy is feeling this off... she can only imagine what he actually feels like. ]
[ It occurs to her that this is probably not the best time to have any kind of actual conversation with him and honestly, she's a little worried about him. Lightweight seems like an understatement.
So Dorothy just-- nods, cheeks still flushed with fake!inebriation. Okay. Right. Removals.
Maybe he'll sit down if she doesn't try to engage him in conversation and his brain can breathe. ]
[The seconds tick by and he frowns. His brain has begun to breathe, but he doesn't sit. He's perfectly fine where he's standing; he won't risk another dizzy spell by moving.
Either way, the oncoming silence is welcome. He settles easily into it. His mood is terrible, and the fact that his head feels like it's swimming in fog isn't helping.]
[ ... Poor Rufus. Dorothy normally likes filling silence with almost meaningless chatter, but that's mostly because the quiet individuals she knew usually needed a nudge, a cheerful presence to knock them out of their dour mindsets.
But Rufus is different in that regard. He doesn't want to be encouraged, and so Dorothy doesn't speak up. She watches him in that drunken haze, as aware as she's allowed to be, but she also sinks into that silence. ]
[His mind can only reach so far back. But he's stubbornly clung to a certain mindset for centuries now, and it puts rest off the table when there's work to be done. He recalls how he was harassed to do otherwise by Elsa earlier and frowns rather deeply.]
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But more importantly... she's a little downcast despite that, and even as she walks (slightly wobbly) with no real purpose, she's still looking for someone. Perhaps just anyone. And she finds-- ]
Ah, my competitive partner.
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. . . Business partner.
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How are you feeling? Your balance could use some improvement.
[ Understatement. ]
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[ And then he has no one to blame but himself. ]
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[Right now, it's better than his slow speech.]
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[ A pause. ]
That you don't have, of course. My dizziness.
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Yes, Rufus. [ dutifully. ] I am drunk. May we sit down?
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[ And she shakes her head at him, which is a bad decision to make, because honestly it just makes her stagger. ]
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Do as you please.
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Well, that's one theory confirmed. Suppose next week, if we survive this weekend, we aim to sleep somewhere incredibly boring?
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[ She's just.
Going to sit there and let his brain catch up with what is actually happening.
Right, he said he didn't drink. He's likely not as acclimated to this as she is, and if even Dorothy is feeling this off... she can only imagine what he actually feels like. ]
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No.
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[ ... Well, he's trying to use his words, but what is he talking about now? ]
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Removals . . . are more likely to take place north of town.
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So Dorothy just-- nods, cheeks still flushed with fake!inebriation. Okay. Right. Removals.
Maybe he'll sit down if she doesn't try to engage him in conversation and his brain can breathe. ]
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Either way, the oncoming silence is welcome. He settles easily into it. His mood is terrible, and the fact that his head feels like it's swimming in fog isn't helping.]
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But Rufus is different in that regard. He doesn't want to be encouraged, and so Dorothy doesn't speak up. She watches him in that drunken haze, as aware as she's allowed to be, but she also sinks into that silence. ]
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[ Rufus, you'll get wrinkles. ]
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There's a lengthy stretch of silence before he answers.]
I don't want help.
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[ Is it fine?? ]
I won't help you if you don't need it.
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