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... why are you in the sink? [ oh lord. This is the same woman whose voice is a god damn weapon of beauty.]

...why not? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[One can be a musical force of nature and a total goof, after all.]

You are a very strange individual, do you know that?

I like to keep things interesting.

That you certainly do. I wonder what random object I'll find you tucked into next.

It's a mystery. I think I can manage to squeeze myself into that fruit bowl on the counter.

[...Why does she even think of these things, honestly.]

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You really don't know what to do with yourself now that you've found Erik, do you?

I have no idea how to stay in one place anymore and it's driving me a bit crazy.

Who says you have to stay in one place? It's a big city.

Here's the thing, though. I've seen bigger cities than this. I've been traveling for so long. Normally, I'd be back on the train by now, chasing after the latest silly clue that might lead me to my love. But now I could just call him on the phone. Not that he'd answer right away but still. You get the point. I'm not used to settling anymore.

Maybe you can take an extended vacation?

We could always run away together like romantic fools [Playful sarcasm] Hop on the train, see where we go. I wonder if Hell has anything like Paris... I never did get to see the real thing.

I have yet to find a Hellish version of Paris but... Mnemosyne came close. Terrible city for angels to be in, though. I'd like to go back, someday. I've never seen a place so hauntingly beautiful. Would be a good place for a honeymoon. Or a fantastic girl's trip. Perhaps we might find your Booker there.

That doesn't sound like too much of an obstacle; you and I could pass as demons; all we would need to do is hide our wings. Mine are black as coal anyway...

That would be so romantic [The honeymoon? The girl's trip? Finding Booker? Who really knows what she means]

It sounds like a fine vacation. Better than a city beneath the sea, anyway.

That many concealment potions gets rather expensive. We'll have to start amassing a collection. Just to be safe. Would rather not have anyone try to slice yours right off your back.

[Honestly, Christine has stopped counting how many times some demon has tried to capture her with that intention...]

I don't know about you, but I could always use a little more romance. [HA HA HA. HA.]

As fine as a vacation in Hell can be, in any case. You should see some of the pictures I have... Then again, I wouldn't want to spoil it. Mnemosyne is fantastic.

I believe there are charms that can be used to conceal angelic wings, too. Maybe that would be a little more economical. I'm not crazy about the idea of getting my wings clipped for some sight seeing.

I've... not a lot of experience with romance, to be honest. I've only ever had feelings for one person, and that... well, it's complicated.

[Like finding out the dude your crushing on is your father oops.]

I would love to see the pictures, regardless. Perhaps I could turn one of them into a painting for you. Not sure where you'd put it, though.

The potions are more reliable, I think. Charms are easily broken or stolen. The moment they're no longer on your person...why hello there, wings. So nice of you to join us again and get us slashed to bits.

[Is this something that's actually happened to her or is she exaggerating? Who knows.]

Romance can be rather messy. I'll be the first one to tell you that. But there's also no force in existence that's stronger than love.

[Ha..haha...ha. Like Christine can talk.]

We could hang it up in the cafe. Start an art gallery here. My photographs, your paintings. We could give Angel's Requiem a little competition, the pair of us. [OH CHRISTINE YOU DREAMER, YOU.]

But here. I'll send a picture. This was on the outskirts of the city.

[Attached: 1 photo]

Good point. Maybe the safest bet would be to acquire both, should we ever decide to run away together. [A bit sarcastic, a bit playful]

I would rather avoid being slashed to bits, for the record.

[She's unsure how to respond to Christine's romantic proclamation; the pessimist in her sharply disagrees, and yet... it would be incredible if it happens to be true. So just... moving on]

I've already hung one or two of my paintings downstairs; I would love to make the addition of your photos. A little gallery sounds like an enjoyable pet project for us, don't you think?

It's beautiful in its way, isn't it?

Whenever you're ready to take your search for Booker elsewhere, I'll come with you. The best sort of pet project. Perhaps with a gallery project in mind I'll be more inclined to take pictures of actual artistic value instead of just... Playing another round of "I can fit in that." There are things down here beyond all of my wildest dreams. It's quite wonderful to see the beauty in such darkness.

Really? That's... really kind of you, Chris. It's also a lot to leave behind. I don't expect that of you.

But... we would get some really wild photos on our fantasy getaway, wouldn't we?

I know you can handle yourself quite well but I'm not going to let you just go exploring Hell on your own. I could practically be a tour guide. That's an arrogant thing of me to say, I'm sorry. I more just mean that traveling in this crazy place is something I'm rather accustomed to compared to the general populace. You'd love Sarpedon Falls, too. There's a lava flow that defies gravity and goes up. Also home to many species of giant Hellbeasts. Those are definitely worth taking pictures of.

I completely understand the benefit of traveling with a partner, trust me. Booker and I dropped a city from the sky, more or less. I wonder what trouble you and I could get up to together.

[That flirt is unintentional. Probably. You know what? Solid maybe.]

The Falls sound like quite the sight to see. With you shooting, and my skills of... momentary persuasion, we could probably get some really amazing photographs. Nothing less for the walls of Little Paris, hm?

Hell isn't going to know what hit it, the pair of us taking it on. I once concocted a plan to break into Brimstone. To see if they had any information on Erik's whereabouts. I never went through with it, of course. Didn't have anyone around that I could trust to watch my back. Might be a good time with you by my side, though.

[Christine's actual one true love is danger, apparently.

And flirting with people she shouldn't flirting with.

...which circles back to danger, doesn't it.]

All of this sounds so amazing, I'd like to leave for this adventure right now, to be honest. But at the same time, I really, really can't.

Well now you've got me curious; too bad we don't have a reason to break into Brimstone. We will have to find something else equally as daring, won't we?

[TOTALLY unintentional flirt. Yup. True facts.]

I'm not going anywhere; do what you need to do, I understand that. We can run away together when you've sorted things out.

Oh, we have a reason to be that daring. Don't you think? Someone else that's been missing that Brimstone might have info on...

But it'd probably be too risky of a stunt to pull here in Little Hades.

[JUST GONNA IGNORE ALL THIS FLIRTING BECAUSE SHE WILL NOT BE THE ONE TO RUIN THIS FRIENDSHIP WITH DUMB FEELINGS.]

I'm in a weird place, right now. Part of me feels trapped here, even if I know that isn't true. I worked so hard to find this place, I can't just leave it.

I'm honestly not certain Big Brim would bother with records on Booker; but I suppose one would not know for certain without a thorough check. Hypothetically, of course.

[Does flirting ruin friendships? Someone will have to inform Liz-- as she's a bit new to both. She's not trying to complicate things-- it's just a bit of fun... right?]

Sure you could. Little Hades will always be here; you can always come back. You're the one that gets to make all the executive decisions, here.

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