PSL for Renart

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[He doesn't know all that went on in Between and so he doesn't understand her thinking her world was gone, but he does pick up on there being something else behind that.]

Maybe it's something you can start to think about now?

[aigue]

[She smiles a little.]

Maybe. What about your world? Could I see your world?

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Not so sure you'd want to.

[It's not a no, just caution rising up.]

It's not a safe place to be seen with me a lot of the time.

[aigue]

Come on now, do you really think that would be a deterrent for me? I'm tough, I'd be fine.

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I suppose it might be kinda nice to have someone to go on the run with.

[And she is more durable than most.]

You'd have to hide your ears, though, ain't many fox people where I'm from.

[aigue]

I can do that.

[She looks very pleased he isn't entirely opposed to this idea.]

I've spent over nine hundred years doing that, what's a few more?

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I didn’t know you could do that, I’ve never seen you looking like a normal person.

[He doesn’t want to offend her but he is curious, and it’s not like anyone else will see now they’re well on the way to the mountains.]

Show me?

[aigue]

That's a silly request.

[And kind of an awkward one. She can disguise herself, but she doesn't really like doing it. She supposes she can humour him though, one time.]

I didn't bring anything large enough to hide my tail, but if you have a scarf or something I can hide my ears.

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Oh.

[Now he just looks awkward, a mild embarrassment breaking through the usual stoic expression on his face.]

Forget it, I thought-- never mind.

[aigue]

[She chuckles in amusement.]

No, no, what did you think? Tell me.

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[He frowns, just a little, because this is kind of embarrassing.]

I thought you used magic to make them disappear or something.

[It sounds childish and silly now he's said it out loud. Because if she could do that, then why would her human form have those appendages at all?]

[aigue]

[Renart's lips twitch but she shoves the urge to laugh down. He already looks embarrassed, she doesn't need to make things worse.]

Sadly, no. I don't have that power. It would make things a lot easier, wouldn't it?

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[He sees that twitch and it makes him flush, though he carries on as if he's not embarrassed as heck.]

Especially inside, most places don't let you wear hats inside.

[aigue]

Most modern places don't care, but in the past I usually got by with headscarves.

[They were classy for women.]

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[He can see that, though she must be skilled at tying a headscarf if she can manage it without showing any trace of her ears beneath.]

I don't see many headscarves these days, when did they go out?

[aigue]

Oh, let me think....

[There's a lot of decades she has to sift through.]

The 1980s, I believe? They were still quite popular in the 1970s. In the 1980s I took on the punk aesthetic, which didn't include them.

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What the hell is punk?

[Because it doesn't sound like the way he uses the word, like when he calls Steve a punk. There's no dress style to being an idiot, is there?]

[aigue]

[What?

Renart has to stop, mid-hike, so that she can stare at him.]

You never learned what punk is?

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[Okay, apparently that's a much bigger deal than he thought it would be. He shrugs, brow furrowed.]

Nope. I'm guessing it's something important, huh?

[aigue]

[She trots closer, frowning.]

Extremely important. You're aware of anarchy?

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Sure, it's a political ideal. The lack of a government so everyone can govern themselves, right?

[Pretty much the antithesis of HYDRA ideals.]

[aigue]

Right. It's sort of like that, anti-establishment, anti-authoritarianism, pro-individual freedoms. With heavy rock music.

[It's great.]

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[Sometimes, with how rigidly controlled his world has been for a long time, he forgets how much freedom most other people have to express themselves in any way they want. It's wonderful.]

I can definitely see you getting into something like that. You got any of that music on your little player thing?

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I do, in fact. Quite a bit.

[She pulls her backpack off and digs around for her iphone, because of course she brought it. Who wouldn't bring jams on a camping trip?

Flicking through her songs, she settles on one and hits play.]

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[At least this seems to be keeping her mind off the loss of Monty, she's seemed livelier ever since they hit the snow.

The song isn't much like anything he's heard before, and it's quiet surreal to be tramping up a mountain with music blaring into the silence. He waits until it's done, it just seems more polite, and then shrugs.]

Doesn't seem like you could dance very well to it.