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Man, you look just like I feel [Open]

Despite the uproar that had taken place only a day earlier, it was all quiet at the Susono Inn. Well... mostly quiet, anyway. It was home to some of the most stubborn crew members on the ship, almost all of whom had gotten involved in the brawl with the Kessek.

Allenby's arm had been broken. Simon had taken a hard one directly to the ribs. Zouichi would probably take a week to get back to real fighting form.

And Howard... well, it would probably take Howard a while to recover from what had happened.

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She stands there, arms folded across her chest, eyebrow raised at him as he stares. Diana finds herself unable to resist the urge to wave her hand infront of his face. "Hello? Diana to Howard, can we make contact?"

Diana walks past him into the room and sits herself comfortably on his bed, scratching the top of Emergency Rations head in greeting and giving Howard a shrug. "It's a shock to me too, but here I am."

Howard jerks back a bit at the hand waving in his face, but doesn't retort with anything.

"What do you want?" He goes and sits on the bed too, but the furthest side from her. "Why are you here?"

“I just thought I might stop by. See how you’re doing. You know, because we’re so close.” She flashed him a quick smirk, still petting the cat.

“You look terrible.” Diana told him bluntly, looking over his injuries. “You’re not going to have scars are you? Because, no matter what the media say, I can tell you they’re not that sexy.”

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"I just bit through my lip. That's all." That and some ugly bruising around his wrists from being hung up for so long. He doesn't want to think about the sorts of injuries he'd have if Stacy'd actually gone through with Punishment instead of sparing them. "And I'm so heartbroken that you're not going to think my scars are sexy, Diana. You know I only got them to impress you."

Diana put on a mocking look of sympathy, pouting and leaning forward to set off Howard’s Personal Space Alarm™. “I’m sorry, Howie.” She reached up and pinched at his cheek. “Scar or no scar you’re still adorable, though, I promise.”

Howard slaps her hand away. "Don't do that! I'm not in the mood for your bullshit!"

Diana arches her eyebrows in surprise and pulls her hand away, looking at it with a displeased expression as if Howard had just simply insulted the nail varnish she'd picked that day.

"Oh, wow. Look who suddenly gathered up their testosterone. I knew you were being grumpy but now we can see how far it's really gone, hmmm?"

"Fuck off, Diana. If you're just here to see how far you can push me I'll cut you off early and just kick you out."

"Ooh, we're swearing as well now, we must be really angry." She scowled and rolled her eyes as if the whole thing was boring her. "Don't get all pissy with me, Howard. You can take it out on someone else if you want but I'm not going to sit here while you pretend you can be the big, chest beating man."

Diana brushed off her jeans casually and gave the cat another pat on the head. "You should know by now this is how I am. Hell, everyone knows this is how I am. Bitchy Diana." She turned back to him. "I came to see you because I decided I wanted to come and see you. Now, if you're done over reacting maybe I can put it into simple words and ask 'how are you, Howard'? Then I can put your flowers in some water and ask the nurse to bring you some extra jello."

He shakes his head and folds his arms and glares at the cats for allowing Diana to pet them.

"How do you think I'm doing, Diana? Honestly." Because she knows more than anyone what happens when the fear gets to be too much. What kind of despair and helplessness comes with that. "I'm fucking fantastic right now. I'm considering opening a broadway show with full musical accompaniment on just how fantastic I feel right now, but I haven't finished with my tap-dancing lessons yet."

“Don’t bother, you wouldn’t suit the shoes.”

She sits on his bed quietly, almost relaxed, looking up at the patterns in his ceiling.

“Public punishment for someone just trying to stay on a planet, this is getting pathetic.” It’s an obvious statement, she knows, but it’s the closest she bring herself to actually being sympathetic.

Diana casts him a sideways glance. “Seems you’ve been getting quite a few visitors though, Mr Popular.” She tucks her hair behind her ear. “Have they told you what everyone’s been whispering?”

"Yeah, super pathetic. It's starting to feel just like home."

He rolls his eyes at her and, like a totally mature adult, sticks out his tongue. "Yeah, it's like they're turning me into some kind of martyr. It's almost creepy. What've they been whispering?"

He sounds concerned, because as much as Howard pretends he doesn't care what others think of him, he really does. A lot.

She returns the gesture with that purposely false sweet smile, eyes flashing with her teasing nature.

“Relax. As incredibly hot as you are, it’s not all about you. You’re more a catalyst.”

Clearly with no concern for the idea of someone else’s possessions, she falls backwards to lounge comfortably on the bed, hands tucked behind her head, smirking at him. “They’re all talking about a fight with the Daligig. Not a little scuffle like then, a major one. It seems almost everyone wants rid of them, or at least to give them a good punishment of their own. Not that I disagree, but what I’m saying is everyone seems of the edge of a revolution fuelled riot.”

"I didn't say I wanted it to be about me." He's not ready to give up on the bed yet so he remains.

"Oh. Yeah. That." He leans in close to Diana with a serious business expression - not as close as she does when she wants to pop his personal bubble, but close enough to show he means it. "You do realize that now that we know we can't get off, getting rid of the Daligig is the only chance we have of not dying or going back to the FAYZ."

"Of course." Obviously, Diana had little concern for Howard's serious face, judging by how she just stared back at him with amusement glinting in her eyes. "But it's not going to be a walk in the park."

"Tell me you have a plan. I'm done thinking of plans." He can't think of plans right now. He's too fried from the event. "I'm stuck at planning how to put my shoes on the right feet right now."

"Maybe I do. Maybe I don't." She was almost parodying her own teasing tone now, because of course she did. Diana always had a plan, as those who knew her understood. She was just ironing out the last few kinks.

"Why?" She tilted head so she could give him her best taunting smile. "You wouldn't be interested, would you, Howie?"

"Depends on what your plan is. Some of your plans are retarded. You were one of the geniuses behind seducing Jack and taking over the power plant, and just in case you forgot, that idea sucked."

"Oh, yeh. That was totally my idea, I was desperately pushing to cut off all the power." Diana rolled her eyes. "I was only told to get Jack, and that was under penalty of Drake, which, by the way, was a plan that worked without a hitch."

"You know, somehow I defected from Team Psychic Boogeyhands and didn't help set fire to the city and get rid of the electricity. 'Drake's scary' only get you so far, princess." He sighs and rubs a hand over his face. "Anyway. What's your plan?"

"I love how you think how those lapses in Caine mental functioning where actually my ideas or that I actually voted for them. I thought you knew me better than that."

Diana cocks an eyebrow. "You mean, tell you?"

She gives him the a look of total amusement and the actually laughs, the musical sound filling the room as she looks totally tickled by the idea.

"Good to know who wears the pants in your relationship." He dignifies her laughter with an eye roll. "You don't actually have a plan. You just want me to think you do so that when this boat starts sinking, I pick you for my liferaft."

Diana lets the laughter pan out into chuckling before responding. "I wouldn't want you clinging to me anyway." She shrugs. "But fine, let's say I don't have a plan, so you have nothing to worry about. Let's see you come up with one on your own."

And that's where she stumps him, because while normally he would have a plan, the Daligig just took his last plan out behind the garden shed, blindfolded it, and shot it in the head. In front of him.

"Don't think that I won't." But he sounds less defiant than he just does tired.

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