<@Sonia> [March somethingth, lateish. The group gets back to the count's place and apparnetly is offered sweet hospitality in the rooms he mentioned before, having successfuly saved a random naked half-demon girl. Sonia in particular has a room of her own! And she's in it and everything. Let's see if someone bothers her. Mini start!] * @Sonia is indeed in her room, and still has that dull graze on her neck. It doesn't seem to concern her, her glasses set down on the table, and her right arm out on the table. It's currently open in a few places and she's got a tool in her left hand poking in. Her suitcase is open over off to the side, and her 'car' is laying there in suit form, shimmering slightly as if it's forming a little. * Montana knocks on the door, because that is how to get the mini rolling. "Darlin', you in there?" * @Sonia looks up from her arm, eyes green. She is silent a moment, then says, "Yeah. Gimme some secs to get the door." * Montana chuckles from the other side, because really, that's kind of funny. But he's good and doesn't open it himself. * @Sonia lets out a soft sigh as she closes half of the things on her lower arm, puts her glasses on, and then stands up, arm slack, tool left on the table, and shambles over to the door and opens it up, looking up at him through glasses. <@Sonia> Yeah? * Montana smiles back at Sonia. He's freshly showered and in clean clothes, hat on his head. Dude has permanent hat hair. "Got to wanderin' around the castle and figured I'd stop by. How you holdin' up?" * @Sonia shrugs with one shoulder. "Feel alright." She glances back in, then says, "You comin' in?" If you want. * Montana steps in regardless, glancing around. * @Sonia half-shrugs again and steps back, heading back to the table and laying her arm out on it again, pushing her glasses off with a clatter, and going back to work on her upper arm. "Get the door." Yes'm. * Montana closes the door behind himself, then goes to sit at the table as well. "Fixin' up your arm?" * @Sonia replies, "Tuning. Tossing her out the window was a hard field test." * @Sonia lets out a low chuckle, before murmuring, "I'm a fuckin' mechanic, not a cyber guy." * Montana blinks. "Who'd you toss out the window?" * @Sonia nods over at the suit-woman on the floor. "Dreamer. We had a tire situation, so she had to hold on and be a wheel." * Montana whistles. "Damn." He glances at the suit. "She cone out okay?" * @Sonia looks back to Montana. "She's fine. She's made of metal." <@Sonia> She's just... relaxing. ... Sure. * @Sonia shrugs fully as she closes her arm up, and the suit sits up and waves at Montana, making a slight barely audible shuddering noise. "Next time someone rides you around, tell me if you need a rest at the end of it." * Montana holds up his hands. "Hey, you can have your car-suit-thing do whatever it wants. I just wanted to know if it needed repairs or nothin'." * @Sonia replies, "I took care of that already." She lets out a quiet chuckle and then leans back, sighing and closing her eyes. "Uhf. Not a bad drive today." * Montana reaches up to rub behind one ear. "Yeah..." * @Sonia lets out a soft chuckle and murmurs, "You missed the best part of it, boy. Didn't miss the cargo haulin', though." Aw, woman, what I wouldn't give for a normal job right about now... * @Sonia snorts. "Liar." <@Sonia> You could pick up a nine-to-five if you wanted. * Montana grins at Sonia. "I'd be a pretty good worker for a coupla days." * @Sonia reopens her eyes a glowing crack, then closes them again. "I guess that part wouldn't go so well." Yeeeah, well. Back to green, huh? <@Sonia> For now. Easy to change. * @Sonia stands up slowly and stretches. "Always figured you for the violet." Just commentin'. I do like violet on ya. * Montana smiles slightly, his expression faltering when he sees the gray on Sonia's neck. * @Sonia nods and lets her arms fall, before looking down at him. She squints a little, then turns towards the suit and gathers it up to roll it back into the suitcase, brushing her hair out of the way. "Fuck, this hair. Why does anyone straighten." * Montana shrugs. They think it looks nice? * @Sonia is silent a moment as she gets the suit into the suitcase, which involves some very strange folds that don't seem physically possible, then says, "I guess. Seen girls it works for. Don't think about that much." Ain't worth it much. 'Sides, you don't need to straighten it to look good. * @Sonia gets a half-smile as she closes the suitcase, then stands and turns to face him. "Yeah?" She flips her hair slightly, then walks over nearer to Montana, before looking up, still half-smiling. "Get lonely over there, boy?" (Actually, Montana's sitting, so she might not be looking up.) <@Sonia> (Ah, right. s/up/down, one hand on her hips,) * Montana looks up at Sonia, small smile back on his face and eyes trained on her eyes. He reaches up to brush his fingers against her forearm. "You offerin' ta keep me company?" (s/her eyes/hers) (A bit repetitive thar!) * @Sonia half-shrugs and replies, "You sayin' you were?" Maybe. * Montana catches sight of the gray on Sonia's neck and his smile falters again. "Nigel better fix that." * @Sonia lets out a soft snort, pauses a moment, then says, "What, you bein' lonely?" * Montana jumps to his feet. "No!" And then he realizes what he did, and he puts his hand to his face, rubbing his eyes and then pushing his hat up. "Fuck, Sonia, I'm worried about you." * @Sonia starts, taking a step back when he jumps up. She gives him a moment to rub his face, then says, slowly, "It's just a graze. Ain't even no guarantee. And he knows how to solve it or whatever." * Montana looks down at the table and mutters, "He better." * @Sonia reaches up to lightly touch Montana and pull his cheek to look back to her. "You're... kinda wound up on this, boy," she says softly, before adding, "Really... wound up. Shit." * @Sonia exhales upwards and murmurs, "Dammit, boy, you're not supposed to lose your mind over some half-human driver girl." * Montana looks back, reluctantly. "You're more'n human enough." * Montana clenches his fists. "'Sides, I just..." He sighs. "I dunno. I gotta learn how to handle this." * @Sonia looks back at Montana for a long moment, then sighs and says, "Things went fine today. Just don't do anything stupid." She steps towards him and presses herself against him, one hand going to his hip as she looks up further. Wonder if he's got the suit on. "I ain't goin' anywhere unless your brother's a big fuckup. Pretty shitty brother ta get in the way of your hookup." * Montana wraps his arms around Sonia's shoulders kind of automatically, holding her to him as he presses his face into her (frizzy) hair. (Huh, can Sonia tell by that? I suppose she could.) <@Sonia> (Assumedly, pressing against him!) (Ha! You know, I'm going to say he's not.) * @Sonia mms and then smiles a bit more before murmuring, her hand running over his hip, "You sure feel lonely. Nice job playin' it cool like you didn't come over here to fuck." * Montana actually grimaces, not that Sonia can see it. "Darlin'..." * @Sonia murmurs back, "What, you ain't got your suit on." She squeezes his butt. "You always got your suit on." * Montana pushes Sonia away. "Not *always*. Sides, I just... never mind." He moves for the door. * @Sonia watches him go and snaps, "Hold it, boy!" in a slightly annoyed voice. * Montana gets as far as the door and looks back. "What?" * @Sonia puts a hand on her hip and stares at him, looking a bit angry and frustrated for a moment, before starting to say out, "You... ain't gonna tell me you're worried I'm gonna be dead in a couple days... and then walk out and mope or some shit, are ya?" * @Sonia hits her fist on the table, although not hard. "You ain't... gonna just do that, are ya? Be worried 'bout me and... talk about me dyin, but don't do me the fuckin' decency of stayin' wit' me and shagging?" No, I just... I'm worried, all right? I didn't come here just to fuck, or even... * Montana tries to say more, and then words fail him and he turns, banging the back of his head - and hat - against the door. * @Sonia sighs and leans on the table for a moment, looking down, before saying, quietly, "I don't... want you to leave, boy. Alright? I ain't worried 'bout dyin', but... I don't want you doin' nothin' stupid." <@Sonia> And goin' out when you're worried 'bout someone and mopin's pretty fuckin' stupid. * Montana is silent for a moment, then he says, "All right." He walks over and hugs Sonia again, this time from behind. "I'll be stupid with you instead." * @Sonia closes her eyes and mms quietly, before sayin, "Guess you can't all the stupid out of a boy." She lets out a weak laugh, her hands going to Montana's as they hug her. <@Sonia> (can't get all, even) Nah, it's what makes me a boy. * @Sonia mms and murmurs, "You make a pretty good boy." She grips his hugging hands a little tighter. "That's why you get to sleep over." [Mini End!]