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[Daria squinted back, and when he returned to his sandwich.

She removed her glasses.

So whenever Erron looked again, poof. Gone.]

[ Oh, well.. her eyes seemed... smaller? When Erron looks up, he tilts his head. Not like it was a bad thing. ]

What is this, honesty hour? Am I gonna have to take off my shirt next?

[~~Not that she could see.~~ Daria didn't expect really all that much from that little social experiment, she put back on her glasses and sighed. Just like all the others, they just get so confused at Daria without her glasses. Not that she wanted to be vain just now, or fill a different kind of curiosity. Not at all.]

Unless if you have the uncanny desire for third degree burns, I can trust there's nothing dishonest under all of those clothes.

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Nope, just the chest of a man who has seen too much.

[ said in all seriousness as he takes another bite of his sandwich. ]

And a chest that won't have an intense sunburn, hopefully.

[She just finished eating her food, and was...really satisfied with it.]

[ Erron's just finishing up, he's enjoying it. Plus he'll let Daria enjoy his face, it's not like she enjoyed it often because his mask is very useful. Especially if you're an outlaw. ]

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[And she got that, she didn't mind it for that very reason. ~~Although, that face.~~]

Well I have to hand it to you, if I ever ate meat I saw get killed and then cooked almost right after, I would say that was probably the best I had. All in all, a great day.

[ Colour Erron shocked. He raises his eyebrow again in her direction. Part of him wanted to say that it was sarcasm speaking on Daria's part but... he could believe that it wasn't either. Especially with the way she ate everything and kept it down. ]

It's a thing for your journal. Not like you got hurt either.

[ He's gonna ignore the fact that he was the one who got hurt here. ]

I did tell you this place was better than Lawndale.

[So yeah, it was...actually genuine. Also, she ignored it because he was sure he wanted to forget that even happened. Male ego and all.]

Despite my wording earlier, it still means I can stand to be here more than in my own house and especially my high school.

[She got out said journal and she flipped through it, she wrote a good twenty or so pages. Oh wow.]

I can safely say this place was a good inspiration for writing a new short story.

[ He looks so self satisfied at this point, like a contented cat. Yeaaaaaah boy, those 20 pages were his influence. Excellent. Does wonders for man's ego. ]

Good to hear it.

[ Erron picks up his mask and starts dusting off. ]

Any last requests?

[Daria might let him read it...on the next armageddon. She writes usually very graphic and bloody stuff anyway, so more of it in her surroundings the better.

She looked to the side, toward the town. Then toward the desert.

She couldn't believe she was saying this but:]

I think after another twenty pages, I might come up with how my protagonist lives after being shot three times in the stomach.

Uhm...Surprise me.

Has anyone told you that you look good with or without glasses on?

[Erron, you...you jerk.

Daria stared blankly back at the town. She didn't move, and she could've sworn she breathed a little slower. She was hard to flatter, and yet, well.

She didn't know whether to be angry or stay quiet.

Well, you asked him to surprise you, Miss Morgendorffer. That was a surprising thing to say. Better give the jerk some credit, he took words literally. That was a stupid thing to say, don't fall for it. You know the kind of guy he is. But you've done a really good job staying away and making friends with someone you shouldn't. Too late now.

Who's the stupid one now?

Thinking that way, she found it hard to believe those kind of words. Then what? Should she really be angry?

She stayed completely quiet.]

[ Erron stayed silent too, matching her silence with his own. ]

Did... that not work?

[ he ventures, after a long moment of just looking at Daria. Usually that worked. ]

[Why would he ever say that anyway? Should I say anything back? Is there anything I could say without making me seem like a nitwit?

Like I'm not already?

She was stuck with those thoughts for a while and she wishes she could just rip her heart right out because it would maybe make this seem just a little bit less like hell.

She opened her mouth.]

Uhm...thank you.

[Y-yeah.]

Oh c'mon, that was good. But whatever.

[ Water off a duck's back. Erron's gonna shrug and start hooking his mask back up onto his face. ]

[Wow if Daria could ever say that she disliked herself...

She already tried her best to have people dislike her but now she was just feeling pretty awful.

She didn't know how to react and be mad. She didn't know how to give Erron the benefit of the doubt. Looks never mattered to her, none of that sappy shit ever did.

The teenager-side of her was screaming and her Daria senses wanted her to let it roll off and not let see the light of day.]

For the record, no one had.

[ Wait, did she actually acknowledge what he said?

Colour Erron surprised. He stops midway starting to strap his mask in. ]

Glad to be first.

[ Wink. ]

Thank goodness I'm not the vain type or the flattery would really get to my head.

[She turned a little pink though.]

Then you would have to kill me.

Now why would I do that? I enjoy your company. Shame to lose someone like you.

[S-stop. She was smiling, just a little. She was kidding, entirely. Again.]

To think, I thought you made a bullet for me in case of an emergency. Way to crush my hopes and dreams.

I do. Do you want it?

[ Erron drops his mask and fishes round in one of his pockets to pull out a bullet, with Daria's name on it. Just as she requested. It wasn't live in any sense, so with a flick, Erron tossed it over to her in a lazy arc. ]

Catch.

[ Part of him doesn't want to believe that his sweet talking is working. ]

[Ironically, she wasn't kidding about that last remark. Mostly not kidding. She didn't think he would have one on hand and hand it to her.

She couldn't believe she was letting him do this. It was actually becoming a little much now. She felt...itchy. Her shoulder was itchy. She knew what that meant, this wasn't good. It was just like with Trent, wasn't it?

She continued to play it completely cool. She caught the bullet and sure enough, "Daria", in scratchy handwriting.]

Well I'll be, sure as hell. Good to know you don't disappoint. I just hope your flattery department doesn't take over the emergency department.

Unless you plan on making another one in case you still need to do the deed.

[She DID just say she hoped the flattery wouldn't go to her head earlier. She felt feverish, but she knew why that was. Not like she was telling him.]

[ This is a man who deals in death. Always has, and always will be. It's a job for him, so for him to talk about bullets and blood and handling all those gorey gristly things are no problem for him. He's used to not having people around.

And yet. ]

Get over here.

[ Erron gestures with his bandaged hand. He really doesn't want to not have Daria around, which is really strange for him. ]

I ain't gonna shoot you.

[So why the bullet then? Don't tell her that the bullet was something sentimental. When was the rough edged cowboy sentimental. When was she?

Really, she expected him to say something else. Not sure what, but maybe not that. Well, maybe she hoped he wouldn't shoot her for real, sure. But maybe shrug it off and not pay her somewhat grisly remarks with too much mind.

When he gestured, she obeyed it. Albeit, a little wary. Not that she didn't trust the brutal mercenary, oh no. She just wasn't sure.

She followed his lead so far in this weird place. Besides, she wanted to know where he was going with a statement like that. Why did she want to know?]

Not even if I became a zombie.