Fate has a way of playing games and I've been keeping score

[belay]

The last time Lara saw Diego, they were in Peru and they'd just saved the world. That was almost half a year ago and they'd kept in contact since. There'd been fighting people and animals (And Lara, herself, had downed a cougar out to kill her, with just her bare hands and some arrows), solved puzzles and discovered a hidden civilization. It had been probably one of her better adventures.

But she'd missed Diego. That wasn't something she was going to lie about. So when he'd texted her asking for help, she jumped at the chance. Booking her flight as they spoke, packing while they texted. She was in this more for seeing Diego than she was helping an old woman get her jewels back, though that had been a close second. And she'd thought she discovered members of Trinity on the Gala guest list, but that had been wrong. That was fine. She wanted a break from that insane group, anyway.

Her fight had one long layover in Ireland. Seven and a half hours, to be precise. And Lara didn't have it in her to wait that long. She could spend those seven and a half hours sleeping, but no. She didn't. Instead, she asked to be put on a waitlist for a flight that left about two hours sooner and lucked out.

She arrived in New York two hours before she'd planned, and she didn't tell Diego at all. Why ruin her fun?

The academy wasn't hard to find at all. Any and all Uber drivers know where it is. She had her Uber driver let her out a couple blocks away, tipped him well and made her way to the academy on her own, arriving at the gate just as Diego stepped out the front door.

She's just gonna wait and see how long it takes for him to notice her.

[ ooc: For excessed and eventually ouiking_ouija. I'll open it up to others later. ]

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[ouiking_ouija]

There was a flash of a grin at Lara's response, giving an easy, jovial shrug, "I did say threatening to not actually trying, he definitely hasn't done that in a while."

He did angle his head, thinking for a moment, "And I don't know, that asskicking might almost be worth it." But he was quick to add, "But D, I said a bear." He gestured to Lara with both hands, an oddly emphatic, unsurprisingly flappy sort of thing, like some sort of truncated, caffeine-fueled game show prize presenter, "Have you ever actually seen a bear, Diego? This is clearly not a bear."

Besides that, he had already, sort of, defended Diego from her, or at least demanded to know whether or not he'd actually have to, which he liked to think had worked out in his favor. He did take a half-step back then, "But I should let you two get on with whatever you're doing, I'll stop holding you up from the grand tour or the short version or whatever version you're getting up to."

[excessed]

Diego is not the most settled of people, and he hasn't been great about the fact that he finds Lara to be amazing, and positively enchanting, and not having a clue how to tell her how he feels. It's why he's so thankful for this chance to spend time with her, to see her and see if he could pull himself together finally.

Apparently not though in how he's nervous about his siblings around her, and the stories that could come out of this.

He rolls his eyes. "You would be better off facing a bear," he says. "Though speaking of taking on animals, if you want company," he says, looking at Lara. "I'd love to go," he says, pausing a moment. "Hopefully we'll have things settled here and won't have to worry about the world, well, falling apart." Literally. Yeah, he's not funny.

He snorts. "The one where I introduce her to Grace," he says, because to him that's the most important. "I mean, she already met you so..."