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[handleyourshit]

  

This is Rosita.  I'll hit you back when I can.

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[hippie_ninja]

He takes it because he'll always take offered food. "What face? This is just my face." His face, happy he's made her happy.

[handleyourshit]

"You know exactly what face," she insists. "I refuse to believe you don't know."

She remembers the first time he turned it on Alexandria; not her specifically, but Rick Grimes representing the community worth of strength. There was definitely a moment where he leaned into it.

"I'm learning the sword too, you know. Not Japanese or Chinese."

[hippie_ninja]

He gives her a skeptical look, though there's something playful underneath it. "Who's teaching you?"

[handleyourshit]

"Right now?"

Shut up.

"Me. But I'm considering others. Why, who's teaching you?"

[hippie_ninja]

"I'm a black belt, I'm in the position to teach other people." And he's grinning. "Can I teach you?"

He would very much love that.

[handleyourshit]

"And I'm a black belt in surviving," she returns, then pulls a face when she remembers that actually she's not.

It's fine. She did great right up until she didn't.

"But yes."

[hippie_ninja]

It's not the end for you,, he wants to say, but doesn't. Instead he focuses on her agreement, instead he grins.

"This is going to be great. What kind of sword do you want to start with? Rapier? Katana, like Michonne's?"

[handleyourshit]

"The one I have. It's sharp and pointy," she informs him.

No, she doesn't know the difference. Yet.

[hippie_ninja]

"Show me," he says, with the eagerness of a child about to see a really cool toy.