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<Grappled>

[swashgrappling]

It's probably going to feel like that for a good while. People will forgive in their own time or they won't.

You just need to know when to draw the line between asking for forgiveness and hurting yourself by overextending. Trying to over do it will probably make everything feel more delicate.

Of course. Feel free to come over and we can get it on. First patch is free. Next I'll add studs to the shoulders ;)

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[certaininequities]

I don't know how 'more delicate' could even be possible ... but I'll take your word for it. I just might need a little help looking for where that line goes.

[he takes a quick shower, changes his shirt, and takes himself for a walk through Bavan instead of using the Arcade key to cheat. it's nice getting to know the streets, to slowly integrate himself into them the way he'd known New York. as he mounts the stairs to Tawna's apartment, he looks around a bit apprehensively: this is Quentin's territory after all, and he doesn't want him to see him and feel threatened. therefore, when he knocks, he keeps his voice down]

Tawna?

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[swashgrappling]

[It doesn't take Tawna particularly long to open her apartment door. She was waiting for Norman after all. The gargoyle smiles at him as she greets him.]

Hey, you. Lets get you inside.

[The goblin left his own mark with her that can be picked out fairly quickly upon first glance, a new notch in one ear, a chip in the top of her horn. Tawna for her part doesn't treat Norman any differently, opening her door fully to usher him inside.

Her apartment is comfortable, decorated like one would expect of a ship captain at sea. The apartment's lights are fairly dimmed, and a few fabric tapestries depicting scenes of the sea have been hung up around and over various windows. A hammock hangs up over the couch, swaying with the fan blowing at low speeds nearby. A few blankets hang off the side of the hammock showing it's been used a fair amount. The apartment's decorations are all rich dark colors.

The coffee table in front of the couch has sewing supplies set out, Tawna has been working on a few projects from the looks of it. The two armchairs nearby also are layered in various things, bins of beads are the biggest deterrent from sitting there.]

Feel free to grab a spot on the couch, my other chairs have bead containers on them since I've lost control of my life. [She's joking, about her own need to horde beads.]

[certaininequities]

You're not the one who lost control.

[he can't help it, this is where his mind is stuck lately. instead of sitting, Norman reaches out to gently touch that broken horn, then pulls her into a hug, his voice breaking]

Awh, Tawna-!

[swashgrappling]

[The hug surprises her, just for a second before she returns it. The former bandicoot pats at his back gently.]

Hey, hey, I'm alright.

Been through worse scraps, trust me.