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Carlos Oliveira ⬤ Resident Evil 3 (2020)
residential district ⬤ Level 2
moonblessing ⬤ Sanguis

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[torsion]

[ It's something she's noticed about him. Even when he pushes people away, he pulls them closer. In some ways, it's enviable. Jill isn't particularly well-versed in that and has to be confronted to be fully transparent. She prides herself on being honest and direct, despite this.

She thinks less of herself, always, even if she's plenty confident. It never occurs to her that she could be special to someone. That what she did really could effect others, especially if it was sacrificing herself.

Without knowing exactly what they're going for, she doesn't get much ahead of him and settles beside him once he enters, walking next to him normally like their conversation didn't even happen. ]

Lead the way. And you better take advantage of it because I'm not always gonna let you be on point, you know.

[ Back to jokes. More comfortable. A known territory. ]

[sendinthedelta]

[He does have his own fears of losing too much, of hitting that as of yet unseen threshold of what he can actually handle before breaking entirely; that if he does actually try to find someone to be more than just passingly intimate with he might be doomed to lose them, too. It's almost always superseded by the constant need for companionship, though.]

H-hey! What are you saying about my skills, supercop?

[Jokes and nicknames.]

[torsion]

[ Ultimately, they're similar. They just handle their trauma outward in different ways. Jill might joke and tease, but never quite like he has. Especially not in serious moments like escaping Raccoon City. But things have changed.

Are changing. ]

Nothing. I just am letting you know I'm always going to be on top of you.

[ That's probably not the way to phrase it. ]

[sendinthedelta]

[Carlos is probably at least in some way convinced that if you make enough awful jokes and flirt hard enough the world won't actually explode into a fiery ball of death.

Speaking of--

Okay, that had to be unintentional, but... what if he...]

I didn't know you liked being that in control.

[torsion]

[ She's pretty sure that they lived because Barry got his ass over yonder with a helo, not because of Carlo's flirting.

It certainly helped make the path there less shitty, she guesses. ]

I don't always need to be in control. I just prefer it. [ She doesn't understand the problem. It's not a level that's so strange he should be commenting like that, especially when she's always messing with him and... she shoots him a frustrated look, face reddening in a visible way even as she huffs and tries to look busy. ] Oh. Funny. If you just have to know, I'm... assertive. That's all.

[ Where the hell is the meat aisle. ]

[sendinthedelta]

[Let him have his delusions. They're comfortable.]

Is that what they're calling it these days? I need to catch up.

[Maybe he shouldn't be saying these things near the aisle with canned goods because that's going to be some powerful ammunition if she feels the need to start hurling shit at him.]

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[ She likes him well enough to not bludgeon him with cans. And that's saying a lot. ]

You're a real comedian today, you know that? [ All the more flustered, she walks ahead of him and peers up at the aisle signs. Last one, unsurprising. And back of store. She keeps some length ahead of him now, but it's only all the more damning. ] It's just who I am as a person. You should know that by now.

[ But for other reasons, too. Without realizing it, she's come to curl her fingers over her chest where the scar would be if her shirt was removed. Her time under Wesker's control is certainly part of it. ]

[sendinthedelta]

[His skull thanks her. Hard headed he may be, but cans can be deadly at the right force.]

Heheh alright, alright. I get it.

[He'll stop. He can't see what she's doing but her tone is enough to indicate the joke is over.

Besides, there's some spices he needs to look at as well, so he'll let her wander ahead while stopping to scan what's available on the shelf.]

[torsion]

[ She kind of prefers him alive, strangely enough. Though he may joke, the world really would be cold and cruel with him in it. Since he's arrived, she doesn't care to think of how things may be were he to disappear. ]

Sure you do. [ She just isn't as open as others around here might be. It's personal to her; between herself and her partners. ] ...can I help you with anything?

[ Her distance closes and she's more near now. Too close, maybe. She remains half behind, half beside, lifting her head. ]

[sendinthedelta]

[He'll be here as long as he possibly can. The powers that be don't seem to be tired of him yet and he's actually hoping it stays that way for a while.

To his credit, he doesn't visibly jump. He hadn't expected her to come back so suddenly so there was a bit of surprise in his eyes, but he's not that easily startled. Kind of hard to be after the shit he's been through.

He's grateful for the help, though, because while most of the ingredients in Prismatica aren't that far off from home he hasn't quite learned the labels yet.]

Uh, yeah, we're gonna want... [he pauses then ticks off some things on his fingers so he hopefully doesn't miss any] dried chili pods, garlic, cumin, oregano, salt, pepper and onion.

[torsion]

[ She doesn't expect much. Although she doesn't believe in luck, she's also something of a pessimist. Good things don't often last a long time. She doesn't want to take any of this for granted -- especially knowing she may never see this version of him again if he goes away. ]

All dried? We have cumin and garlic -- and salt and pepper. If you want fresh garlic, we didn't have any I don't think. Or onion. I think I used the last of it in soup.

[ She looks around for the pods, though. That might be harder to find. Though Jill likes spicy food, she knows it's not always easy to come by in the average store. ]

[sendinthedelta]

[Look, sometimes you just gotta strong arm the world into giving you "luck". Not the most effective method but it gets the job done with only minorly messy results.]

Ground on cumin, fresh on garlic and onion.

[Also Lord help her if he finds out she likes spice as much as he does. He might just actually say something stupid like "Marry me" or "I like you as more than a friend".

Oh wait that comes later.]

[torsion]

[ She lives in a strong arm world, but has strong legs. :( ]

Alright. Would you mind if I grabbed a pineapple to grill? Or watermelon? I like chilis on melons, as well. [ It's not an uncommon thing, but it might be for someone who grew up in the midwest middle of nowhere. ] Spanish onion alright?

[ She hesitates but starts on her way to produce for the fresh.

Better get on that. She is getting older. ]

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Oh man I haven't done chili on watermelon since I was a kid. Both sound awesome.

[Spicy-sweet is something he doesn't get to have often but when he does he devours it.]

Yeah, that works!

[He lets her go mainly because he's still searching for those elusive chilis. Eventually he does give up on that aisle and moves to another one, finding a small but usable bottle of them tucked in between some other items. Weird place, but whatever.

Time to find Jill again!]

[torsion]

Kinda hard to find the time when you're out and about, right? Not exactly a grab-and-go meal.

[ Which she has to admit, she's very guilty of at all times -- including here. Cooking can be fun, but when you work so much it can be pretty tedious. Back home, especially, it was just easier to get something premade or put together already. ]

No problem.

[ She calls, procuring the onion from close enough that talking to him across the way hasn't quite become rude or obnoxious yet (although it very well might still be to some).

Being that the store isn't absurdly large and they'd already gone around, it's not too difficult to find her inspecting melons with a pineapple in her arms (looks like she's going for both). Though some people have problems carving up a melon, Jill is good enough with a knife that she doesn't need to grab pre-cut spears. She decides on a medium-sized one rather than one too massive just because of everything else they have. She scoops it from the display up against her knee and rolls it up her leg, maneuvering it into her free arm with a bounce. ]

[sendinthedelta]

[... they should have grabbed a basket.

Carlos watches her for a moment before ducking around the corner quickly and grabbing exactly that, coming back to tap the melon lightly and lift the basket in offering.]

We still gotta get the meat so this is probably needed.

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[ She didn't expect it to be a problem! And it isn't! Well, it might take a little effort to finagle everything, but it's fine.

Jill laughs, reaching her eyes, shoulders shaking a little as she takes him up on the offer and gently rolls the melon on in. ]

Okay, okay. You got me. But I could've carried it. [ But now she has a free hand to gesture with, so she lightly does so. ] Lead the way, partner.

[sendinthedelta]

[Look, maybe it could have been handled awkwardly, maybe not. This was just easier in the long run regardless. Besides, less chance of a terrible mess of a broken watermelon if it dropped.]

Hey, convenience is there for a reason.

[To check out!]

[torsion]

[ That would've been a riot, but she doesn't think on that too much! Instead, Jill just follows suit and accepts his answer, since it's pretty solid. If it were the other way around she'd have done the same. ]

Ahh, one minute, though. I'll meet you there.

[ She takes off without giving him a moment to protest and join her and without much though she heads down an aisle going for the hair dye. There's a thousand options for dark brown and at this point she just skims, frustrated, although she wished she could figure out the perfect one.

She stares for a minute or two and then just grabs one, taking a light jog up to the front to look for him. She can see the flecks of blonde appearing at her roots and she's really not thrilled about it. She'll have to nip that in the bud before it becomes obvious. Damned if she doesn't hate it.

When spotted, she raises an arm and smiles sheepishly, almost embarrassed. It's not like he wouldn't find out just by the box present or her disappearing into the bathroom in her bedroom for a while. ]

[sendinthedelta]

[It's not like he doesn't know, and even if he didn't he wasn't going to judge. It's not like he's a paragon of good hair care anyway. He just waits patiently near the check out for her, moving into the lane properly once she's back and putting their items up on the small counter as he asks to add an order from the deli for the meat they need. While the total was being added he took his phone out to look up for one more thing.]

So it looks like I can get a wire rack and some ties up the road. Shouldn't take too long.

[torsion]

[ It's just a weird subject to broach. Were it grey hair, it would be one thing. This, though... it's something else, really.

She's sheepish when she ducks her head in thanks, eyes catching his along the way while she swerves around him in the tight lane in order to pay. He's still jobless and she really doesn't want to know how he makes chroma, so that's that. Plus, if he's doing the cooking? It's the rules that she foots the bill.

Looking to him when he speaks, she questions him. ]

Do you want me to go on ahead and meet you back at home, then?

[ She's looping bags around her arms before going for the watermelon. ]

[sendinthedelta]

[Oh.

Well, yeah, talking about how he's getting chroma without a job might be. Awkward. He is very much a red blooded 21 year old male so, you know, things happen but he's also not the bragging sort.

He had expected to pay for it himself yet she went through the line ahead of him and covered it before he could even really protest.

Well he can pay for the hardware then!]

Yeah. I shouldn't be too long.

[torsion]

[ Jill just doesn't want to think of him holding anyone else's hand, even if it makes her a hypocrite. But she's hypocritical about a lot of things, whether it's this or protecting others or her feelings or a hundred other things. It's never the same for her as them. ]

Okay. [ Hesitating, it's clear that this is a very new thing she's doing with him right now and for her, it's something major despite the simplicity of it. It's honestly just nice to have his company for something so mundane. So, with watermelon in both hands and bags on either arm, she dips in to nudge him with her elbow and leans in just enough that she can press the top of her head to his chin. ] I'll see you soon, in that case.

[ And without any other thought, she ditches the lane and is heading out the automatic doors. ]

[sendinthedelta]

[Something they should probably talk about.

Some day.

Eventually.

Maybe.

In any case he's not going to keep her waiting long back home, or at least he'll try not to. He does luck out in that the prismal worker he winds up asking about grill racks shows him a couple of large flat ones with collapsable legs already attached so he doesn't have to fashion some makeshift ones like he was originally planning, but it does take a few more minutes to decide on the right size.

Eventually he returns through the front door of the house with two of them, a small tactical shovel and a stack of precut firewood to make the fire pit with.]

I'm back!

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[ He'll have to get her in an armbar to talk about her feelings. Or, maybe just approach her earnestly. Whichever comes first.

Jill is already outside when he returns, finishing off the watermelon in large rectangles where she can manage it based on the shape and discarding the rest in bite-sized pieces into a bowl. She might be doing a little taste-testing when she hears him come back, hands sticky yet she doesn't take motion to wash them up and instead takes another bite from a slice, nearing the rind. ]

Yard!

[ She probably should've told him she'd be back there before, but she's managing just fine now. ]