001. she'll open the door // open post.

[thetalavega]

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[bostova]

[ ...oh. ]

Thank you. [ She should probably mention she's been sparring with and learning new tricks from Dierdra lately. They were blade mates-- which probably means Tala already knows.

...But Tala was still there. ]

Was there something else? [ Not that she's driving her away or anything, just...! Socializing is weird, ok. ]

[thetalavega]

[Well, she asked.]

Yep. Are you ready for Brianna's party tomorrow?

[So maybe she saw your thoughts floating all over your aura. Just maybe.]

[bostova]

[ She blinks once. And since it wouldn't do her any good by lying... ]

...No. [ Her shoulders sag a little. It's been bothering her since Brianna's text invite, okay. She still has no idea what to wear-- or give Brianna. ]

[thetalavega]

[Well, at least she's getting better at the whole honesty thing.

Clapping her hands together.]

Then it's a good thing that I'm here! Shall we?

[bostova]

[ Wait, what? ]

Shall we... what? [ She's half-hoping that it isn't what she thinks it is, but if it was, then she... really, really needs help in that area. She's not exactly the type of girl Brianna is. ]

[thetalavega]

[Rolling her eyes a little, but she's still smiling.

You are so totally Deirdra before she became a Real Girl.]

Shall we get out of this place and go shopping, silly! You're going to need clothes, shoes, make-up, maybe a cute bag...

[The list goes on and on.]

[bostova]

[ This... this was already overwhelming. Shopping? With Tala Vega? Again? Yulia isn't sure if she's ready for that, but... she only has one day--today--to prepare for Brianna's birthday, so... ]

A-alright...

[thetalavega]

Come on, then. I'll bring the car up front. Be out in ten minutes.

[And she's off. No saying no to this one.

It's a good thing she isn't dragging you off herself. (Yet.)]

[bostova]

[ Yulia doesn't even watch Tala go. She gets ready fast. The ten minutes isn't even up and she's standing outside, dressed out of her training clothes and into... her Netsach uniform. Zangyaku would stand out too much if they were just going shopping. ]

[thetalavega]

[Tala, on the other hand, is a little pleased to see that. She took twenty minutes, by the way. Had to get ready. (Check out dem glam shades.)

Rolling down the window once her car pulls up really fast. Yeah, we all know who taught her how to drive.]

C'mon.

[bostova]

[ She takes the passenger seat and buckles up. Safety first, and all-- especially with how pulled up on the driveway; Yulia didn't think it was at all possible to maneuver a car in an angle like that. ]

Where are we headed?

[thetalavega]

Mall of Asia. We'll have our pick of clothes there, and I'm sure that you don't mind walking.

[No, she isn't, but Yulia doesn't really have a choice.

Aaand speeding off~]

So! How has Kibo been treating you?

[bostova]

[ Yulia definitely does not mind walking, and would probably prefer it over crazy driving. It's a good thing seatbelts were invented, but still. ]

Very good, so far. I am enjoying it more. [ ...probably because there were more people who were willing to have her as a sparring partner than back at Falner. ]

[thetalavega]

More than Netsach, you mean?

[Sparing her a glance and an amused look from over her shades.]

[bostova]

[ She didn't really want to say it out loud, but... ]

Yes.

[thetalavega]

[Of course she did!]

Why? Is it too slow for you down there? Too nice?

[bostova]

Too nice.

[ It was the same at Jotunheim. Probably worse, there. ]

And men there are too intimidated by Russian woman with knives. [ s h r u g ]

[thetalavega]

[Chuckles.]

Well, to be fair to Netsach, you're yet to see those guys really in action. But I can get why a Zangyaku base would seem so different after spending some time at Falner.

[As things stood, Zangyaku was more Tala's thing anyway.]

[bostova]

I find it more interesting with Zangyaku, but... I suppose I have always been biased.

[ No duh. ]

[thetalavega]

Well, I can't fault a girl for having good tastes.

[Winking now, then turning her gaze back to the road.]

I am SO happy that people in this country know how to drive now. It was crazy back then.

[Now Tala's one of the only crazy people on the road.]

[bostova]

[ Define crazy. ]

I never would have guessed.

[ These seatbelts better hold. ]

[thetalavega]

[She totally knows that her speed and propensity to take calculated (yes, calculated) risks is disturbing, Yulia.

OH WELL.]

Now everyone gets to reach their destination at a reasonable time! Isn't it great?

[bostova]

[ Well. That's reassuring. ]

It is. The number of public transportation available also helps, I suppose.

[ She'll probably agree with most things because conversation? How do you keep that up? ]

[thetalavega]

That too! I love how efficient everything in this country is now~

[And with the way she talks, you'd think she didn't come from the Philippines.]

Anyway! How good do you want to look for Bri? Good, really good, or abso-fucking-lutely fabulous?

[bostova]

[ She actually thinks about this for a bit. ]

... Decent.