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[Pff, a smile. A hand comes to rest against his head in response as she shifts around him inside without a word. She's on a mission here and she doesn't feel like pausing until she gets out what she's come for.]

You've heard the message, right?

[He smiles gently at that and steps over to close the door behind her and start walking towards the living room.]

Yeah. Who didn't?

[Who indeed. That made her problem easier though.]

So in time we're going to be leaving here for good.

[If she were better with conversation, she might lead into her issue a little better. She's not though and so the poor man gets the blonde standing awkwardly as he moves on into his living room, fidgeting a moment and then getting angry with herself for the fidgeting.

And then standing in his doorway with one hand on her hip and her words far too confrontational for what she's trying to say.]

Things won't change, will they.

[It might sound nice if it sounded less like she was going to beat him up if he said anything beyond no.]

[Krillin blink at her, a little unsure about what she's getting at. He's not really intimidated by her at this point, if he's being completely honest. She's not the scary killer android anymore. Well...she is...but she's also his girlfriend and future wife.]

Uh...no? I don't see why they would, do you?

[He really doesn't think there's any other possible answer, logically.]

I mean, I'll still feel the same way about you.

[The blonde looks askance, affecting vague indifference. It doesn't much work when her shoulders seem to relax with the response.]

Here is far different from back home. I'm not sure what we'll be returning to or what time we'll be returning to either.

[And depending on the time and the situation... well. Things could be tricky.]

Not...that different, really? I mean, we're from the same time from what I recall, and from what Vegeta tells me there's nothing crazy going on for a long time now.

[Seven whole years.]

But I mean, I've always liked you? I don't really think anything has to change about us or between us. I don't want it to push us apart, for sure.

[It's simple logic, but Krillin can be remarkably simple at that.]

[She ought to have known that would be the response but oh was she stupidly afraid.]

... Good.

[It was the closest she could come to a "I'm glad" to be perfectly honest. She was more than glad and it was humbling to realize just how much it went beyond that.]

I just... didn't want to lose you again.

[Her voice was a little soft but it was the truth. He had disappeared once along with her brother, only to return as she was healing from that disappearance. And now that thought of going home...]

[Krillin understands that. He nods and moves over to her, reaching for her hand if she doesn't pull away.]

I...I know, I don't want to lose you either.

[He smiles gently, nodding a second time and closing his eyes. his voice goes up a level, and he just spits out what he's thinking.]

You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, you know.

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[She doesn't thankfully, instead letting her hand be caught. The flush in her cheeks darkens.]

I'm glad.

[No, she seriously is. It's awkward to say so out loud but she is.]

[He knows she means it, and he dips his head and leans against her, holding her hand tight. There's really only one thing left he can say, in truth, and Krillin doesn't ever really hold back his thoughts. It's not his way.]

I love you, Eighteen.

[Oh good grief. The blonde huffs out a breath at his words as he leans into her. There's the strong desire to flee even now and she makes a sound like an annoyed cat even as she brushes one hand through his hair.]

I love you too.

[It comes out mumbled but at this point she can't just let him say it and not say it back. She's not that awkward, right? Right.]

[Well, if asked he'd just say that he loves annoyed cats a lot. But nobody asked for his opinion, so he'll just stand there a moment and enjoy her hands in his hair. It's gotten fluffier, and he's pretty sure he's gonna keep it.]

I guess we're lucky, huh? No worrying about life back home, or one of us being dead.

I guess. There's still some to worry about here, of course. That message wasn't all sunshine after all.

Y'mean that whole...test your weaknesses thing?

[He...isn't worried about that really.]

It doesn't seem odd to you that we would get that sort of warning? That they can't just manage to send us back without some kind of 'test'?

Well, yeah. There is that. It's kinda weird...but I'd rather hope it does work. And the new guys in charge seem less keen in making weird stuff happen. I dunno, 18. I guess in the end we'll see, right?

[In response the blond breathes out a sigh.]

You really are too accepting, you know.

I mean...maybe? But I've seen some pretty weird stuff, this isn't even that crazy.

Not when you compare it do home, no.

[Perhaps Eighteen is simply not that trusting. Wouldn't be a surprise really.]

Exactly. I mean, except the barrier.

[He hates that stupid thing.]

But really? I think the weirdest thing about this place is the fact that nobody bats an eyelash at people like us, when we fight and stuff.

Can you blame them? Considering how badly everyone seems to talk about this place before the time skip and all that. They had more to worry about that a few overpowered idiots.

I guess. And we were on their side and all...

[Shrug.]

I'm just glad it's done, y'know?

That's true, I suppose.

[A beat, then:]

I just wanted to be sure if we did go back that we were on the same page. Whatever the trials are doesn't really matter in the end.

Right. It isn't exactly like we've never been tested before. And we always come out on top.

[Confident! That's Krillin. Most of the time.]

[He did have a point. Always on top. She pats his head like one pats a very good dog.]

Leave it to you to put things in perspective.

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