If there's anything Faye hates the concept of, it's nostalgia. Spike Spiegel's the one who can be blamed for that, just like he can be blamed for most things Faye hates nowadays, the woman doing her absolute best to distance herself from him as much as possible on the island, learning the areas he keeps to and walking in wide arcs around them. But the truth is, Faye turns to the past and those golden-tinted memories more often than she's able to admit even to herself, and that's present in the very little that passes through her eyes, soft and feminine, none of that guise she usually puts up. It doesn't linger for long.
But she misses bounty hunting, and she misses Bebop, whose rust and dents are now fading away to bring back a time when all of that progressed so smoothly.
Faye misses that.
"It was fun, I'll give you that," she grins, actually leaning forward to take a closer look at the cards before her gaze slowly rises to meet Eames'. "Well, most of the time. Maybe more accurately, it was like getting a shot of adrenaline every time a new mug showed up for grabs. This place? Is a total snoozefest compared to that. You look like you might know what I'm talking about."
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Date: 2011-03-09 07:17 am (UTC)But she misses bounty hunting, and she misses Bebop, whose rust and dents are now fading away to bring back a time when all of that progressed so smoothly.
Faye misses that.
"It was fun, I'll give you that," she grins, actually leaning forward to take a closer look at the cards before her gaze slowly rises to meet Eames'. "Well, most of the time. Maybe more accurately, it was like getting a shot of adrenaline every time a new mug showed up for grabs. This place? Is a total snoozefest compared to that. You look like you might know what I'm talking about."