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[ YOU ASKED, BITCH ]
... If I have to explain it, I'm going to lose a little more faith in you.
... If I have to explain it, I'm going to lose a little more faith in you.
Ah, yes. Because I helped you, and it was because you were a so-called pretty girl.
Turn in your detective badge. You're bad at this.
Turn in your detective badge. You're bad at this.
So-called?!
[ I'm sorry did you want her to say anything else ]
[ I'm sorry did you want her to say anything else ]
[siiiiiip]
[(roland voice) suffer as i have]
Don't give me easy bait.
[(roland voice) suffer as i have]
Don't give me easy bait.
Don't play dumb.
[ With a sigh, before she moves to stand up. ]
Anyway, enjoy your coffee.
[ With a sigh, before she moves to stand up. ]
Anyway, enjoy your coffee.
[The light in his eyes ticks up, suddenly - an eerie sight, but his voice is tinged with hoarseness.]
Don't leave just yet, March 7th. Sit down.
Don't leave just yet, March 7th. Sit down.
[ Okay, that is definitely eerie, but March has dealt with so many intimidating people who just do not use their manners that she does not sit down. Only the crew gets to get away with that, so she just stares at him. ]
Usually when you want someone to do something, you say "please."
Usually when you want someone to do something, you say "please."
...
[His voice scratches on his tongue, like that of an old ghost.]
Please. Please sit down.
[His voice scratches on his tongue, like that of an old ghost.]
Please. Please sit down.
...
[ The sigh does not actually leave her throat this time and she moves back to her chair, plunking down into it. ]
[ The sigh does not actually leave her throat this time and she moves back to her chair, plunking down into it. ]
...
[The light from his eyes dies down a little.]
Do you still have it? The plushie.
[The light from his eyes dies down a little.]
Do you still have it? The plushie.
Of course I do. I told you I'd hold onto it so I could give it back.
...
March 7th. Why do you think I helped you that day?
March 7th. Why do you think I helped you that day?
Well, I hope it wasn't because you thought you owed me a favor. You did say "since you asked."
[He's silent for a moment.]
You keep looking out for others, but...why were you alone with me, especially in that state? Why not with your friends? Your loved ones? Just this old guide...
[He rubs at his eyebrow, a little distant.]
You just seemed...more alone than any person should be. [...] I admit. I have been cross with you. You simplify me and make me seem shallow in ways that I can't even tolerate.
[A shake of the head.]
It isn't about...pretty girls, and whatnot. All I thought was..."You shouldn't be abandoned like this plushie is."
You keep looking out for others, but...why were you alone with me, especially in that state? Why not with your friends? Your loved ones? Just this old guide...
[He rubs at his eyebrow, a little distant.]
You just seemed...more alone than any person should be. [...] I admit. I have been cross with you. You simplify me and make me seem shallow in ways that I can't even tolerate.
[A shake of the head.]
It isn't about...pretty girls, and whatnot. All I thought was..."You shouldn't be abandoned like this plushie is."
[ Well, that's a level of sincerity she didn't expect, and March sits there for a few seconds before she meets his eyes. ]
It's called teasing, you know? I don't actually think you've got some kind of weakness for pretty girls, but I also didn't think you'd talk to me properly if I didn't poke at you a little. So that's on me.
[ it's probably an apology. ]
But I thought that about you too, when I saw you. You looked like you were going to fade away with the shadows when I saw you sitting there and I didn't like the thought of you looking that alone. So I butted in.
[ As ever. It's what she does. ]
... I'm bad at minding my own business, I get that. But I guess maybe you're also not that great at it, either. [ If he'd thought he couldn't leave her alone. ]
It's called teasing, you know? I don't actually think you've got some kind of weakness for pretty girls, but I also didn't think you'd talk to me properly if I didn't poke at you a little. So that's on me.
[ it's probably an apology. ]
But I thought that about you too, when I saw you. You looked like you were going to fade away with the shadows when I saw you sitting there and I didn't like the thought of you looking that alone. So I butted in.
[ As ever. It's what she does. ]
... I'm bad at minding my own business, I get that. But I guess maybe you're also not that great at it, either. [ If he'd thought he couldn't leave her alone. ]
I'm the kind of man who likes a bit of straightforwardness, I will admit.
[He rolls his thumb over the side of his cup in front of him, a little pensive. Fading away with the shadows...that's him, alright.]
Oh, believe me. I don't like people. If I can help it, I won't. But what can I do.
[He rolls his thumb over the side of his cup in front of him, a little pensive. Fading away with the shadows...that's him, alright.]
Oh, believe me. I don't like people. If I can help it, I won't. But what can I do.
Care a little less, maybe?
Well, I don't mind that in a person, though. But fine, I do think you care about Malkuth more than you're letting on. And that's probably complicated, but I don't think you're here to mess with her feelings, which is the most important part to me.
[ She twists the straw a little, between her fingers. ]
And I'm grateful for your help back then, too.
Well, I don't mind that in a person, though. But fine, I do think you care about Malkuth more than you're letting on. And that's probably complicated, but I don't think you're here to mess with her feelings, which is the most important part to me.
[ She twists the straw a little, between her fingers. ]
And I'm grateful for your help back then, too.
[ time to play "are we going out or staying in". as ever, a surprise visit. as ever, waiting at the door.
unlike ever, she's just sending him a text to let him know she's here: ]
Open up!!!
[ since
she doesn't think he'll make her make a scene at this point, that should be good enough. and, unlike ever, malkuth's actually got a nice li'l dress on, playing with the hem of the sweater-coat. open up!!!! sad sack!!! let her in!!! ]
unlike ever, she's just sending him a text to let him know she's here: ]
Open up!!!
[ since
she doesn't think he'll make her make a scene at this point, that should be good enough. and, unlike ever, malkuth's actually got a nice li'l dress on, playing with the hem of the sweater-coat. open up!!!! sad sack!!! let her in!!! ]
[It IS a surprise visit, but with Malkuth, when it is never?]
[There's no fussing or huffing this time. It takes a little bit, but he's opening the door, glancing down at her.]
[There's a slight raise of his eyebrows, definitely appreciative.]
Mm. You look nice. What's the occasion...?
[There's no fussing or huffing this time. It takes a little bit, but he's opening the door, glancing down at her.]
[There's a slight raise of his eyebrows, definitely appreciative.]
Mm. You look nice. What's the occasion...?
No, there doesn't need to be.
[He tilts his head, before seeming to consider something.]
...I'd like both. But. I do have something for you. Your belated birthday.
[He tilts his head, before seeming to consider something.]
...I'd like both. But. I do have something for you. Your belated birthday.
Mm. Hold on.
[He's pulling back into the room, before coming back with a wrapped gift in hand.]
Here. Happy birthday, Malkuth.
[Inside is...a golden-orange journal, carefully binded, with plenty of lined pages. All are blank, except for the first page, which reads, in scrawling, gentle text:]
[I will be gone from here and sing my songs
In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are,
And carve in letters on the little trees
The story of my love, and as the trees
Will grow letters too will grow, to cry
In a louder voice the story of my love.”]
[There's also a duck pen perched on the back cover. You know, for fun.]
[He casts his gaze a little sheepishly to the side.]
I want you to....write your story. If you want.
[He's pulling back into the room, before coming back with a wrapped gift in hand.]
Here. Happy birthday, Malkuth.
[Inside is...a golden-orange journal, carefully binded, with plenty of lined pages. All are blank, except for the first page, which reads, in scrawling, gentle text:]
[I will be gone from here and sing my songs
In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are,
And carve in letters on the little trees
The story of my love, and as the trees
Will grow letters too will grow, to cry
In a louder voice the story of my love.”]
[There's also a duck pen perched on the back cover. You know, for fun.]
[He casts his gaze a little sheepishly to the side.]
I want you to....write your story. If you want.
[ ... jeez. she is not lacking in journals or duck memorabilia, that's for certain; she thinks of the books yet to be filled from kaito, the duck pen steadily running out of ink from yesod, and carefully puts them back in the box, squeezing it to her chest. her heart squeezes, too.
here she'd come to tease him, and instead she's left standing with warm cheeks and a heavy tongue. gifts have become far more common now, but they still touch her so much. ]
... I think I want to stay inside, Vergilius.
[ just so he knows, one hand coming up to press against his chest as she intends to push him back. ]
here she'd come to tease him, and instead she's left standing with warm cheeks and a heavy tongue. gifts have become far more common now, but they still touch her so much. ]
... I think I want to stay inside, Vergilius.
[ just so he knows, one hand coming up to press against his chest as she intends to push him back. ]
[A gift is a gift. If she likes it, throws it away - its her decision. He, a bit selfish despite himself, wants her to like it, of course he does. But he doesn't want to assume,]
[But here comes the statement, and the hand pressing against him, and he's moving back obediently to let her inside and close the door.]
Then let's stay inside.
[Let's.]
[But here comes the statement, and the hand pressing against him, and he's moving back obediently to let her inside and close the door.]
Then let's stay inside.
[Let's.]
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