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[oorah]

[ he never expected her to go, though in that moment he considers asking her. deciding he's not up for the rejection, he nods haplessly along to her suggestion. ] Settle for a postcard? [ it's as close to an 'I'll miss you' as anyone's likely to get from him, so of course the woman who's always trying to drive him away would get something like it first. ]

[underachievement]

Nope. [ They're almost equally useless but a snowglobe she can shake around or toss at him when he oversteps his bounds. A postcard would just flitter around like an idiot. The subtle cadence of his sentimentality is lost on her as she pours her mug full again, passively resolved to passing out at the table instead of making the trek to her bed. ]

[oorah]

[ frank nods, more or less expecting that answer. joke's on her because he's going to find her that snowglobe if it's the last thing he does. and the way things are going around here, it just might be. ] I'll see what I can do. [ he matches her resolve with his own to let her get blackout drunk in peace. he motions to the dog to get up and get on his way, then throws a tired smile over his shoulder at her. see you on the flipside, jones. ]