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thefoundation2019-07-05 11:04 am
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Week 2, Friday
Once again, it is Thursday night. The nightly patrol goes out, hoping to prevent any murders that may occur on this night. Though many sleep, a few wander around, catching the eye of a camera here and there. The night is tense, and it can be seen in how rigid everyone's shoulders are. If there is to be a murder, it will be tonight.
Leo is one of those individuals wandering around. He is nervous this week, thanks to a particular incident that spooked him on Monday. While he did get calmed down at the time, he's still nervous. What if he comes across Ingway like that again? Will he freeze up like he did before?
Though a couple people talked to Ingway as well, so maybe...
Only time will tell.
On the other side of the house, on the backyard porch, is Ingway. He is sitting on the edge of the porch there and looking up at the stars, contemplating a series of events that had happened this week. So much has happened in such a little amount of time, and it has drastically changed a huge part of his life. Where does he go from here? What does he do with the time he has been given? There is no easy answer for that.
There is, however, an easy answer for what comes next.
The back door opens, and Leo steps out. Ingway, having heard the door open, quickly glances in that direction, which in turn startles Leo. Recognition and fear fill Leo's eyes, and he's torn on what to do. Should he stay? Should he run? It IS Thursday night, and Ingway has proven himself to be dangerous. But he's also been helped by so many people, so is he really still dangerous?
But after a long pause, Ingway's face shifts to a small, warm smile, and he pats the edge of the porch near him. Leo glances around, and then hesitantly takes the offer and moves to sit down with Ingway.
Their conversation isn't audible, they are just barely too far away from a microphone. But whatever it is they talk about, they're out there for a good half-hour, and by the end of it both men are smiling. Rather than fighting, it seems they have managed to talk out their problems, and the night passes with no deaths.
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((Just as before, only people outside of the round can see this. Characters within the round will only know about it if Leo and Ingway tell anyone.))
Leo is one of those individuals wandering around. He is nervous this week, thanks to a particular incident that spooked him on Monday. While he did get calmed down at the time, he's still nervous. What if he comes across Ingway like that again? Will he freeze up like he did before?
Though a couple people talked to Ingway as well, so maybe...
Only time will tell.
On the other side of the house, on the backyard porch, is Ingway. He is sitting on the edge of the porch there and looking up at the stars, contemplating a series of events that had happened this week. So much has happened in such a little amount of time, and it has drastically changed a huge part of his life. Where does he go from here? What does he do with the time he has been given? There is no easy answer for that.
There is, however, an easy answer for what comes next.
The back door opens, and Leo steps out. Ingway, having heard the door open, quickly glances in that direction, which in turn startles Leo. Recognition and fear fill Leo's eyes, and he's torn on what to do. Should he stay? Should he run? It IS Thursday night, and Ingway has proven himself to be dangerous. But he's also been helped by so many people, so is he really still dangerous?
But after a long pause, Ingway's face shifts to a small, warm smile, and he pats the edge of the porch near him. Leo glances around, and then hesitantly takes the offer and moves to sit down with Ingway.
Their conversation isn't audible, they are just barely too far away from a microphone. But whatever it is they talk about, they're out there for a good half-hour, and by the end of it both men are smiling. Rather than fighting, it seems they have managed to talk out their problems, and the night passes with no deaths.
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((Just as before, only people outside of the round can see this. Characters within the round will only know about it if Leo and Ingway tell anyone.))

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......
Okay, that part's news to her.]
What?!
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[ okay at least her surprise makes him feel a little less embarrassed. ]
He said that after Giriko and I did what we did. Told me that I could do better, with either him or, well, [ he pauses, unable to look at her. ] with you. So he must have figured...something...
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Wherever Doezai is, she is locating him to give him a glare.]
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GET IT SAKI]
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Ignoring that... what do you think?
And don't give me something about deserving things or not.
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he thinks about it for a while, actually trying to keep himself from saying exactly that. ]
I do. Of course I do.
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Still, his reply gets a smile from her, and she'll even walk over and hold out a hand to help him out of the pool.]
Good. Because I do, and you deserve it.
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but like hell he’s not going to pull saki into the pool. r e v e n g e ]
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but she might not eat that much water at all since he did also catch her. in his arms. ]
Mm? Thought you liked swimming.
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Can she at least bury her face in her hands? She'd like to do that right now. Just long enough so she can get her wits about her again, you see.]
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Did I do something? Or did you hit your face?
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You're just so-!
[It wouldn't be hard to interpret her voice as frustrated, because in some ways, she is. The exact reason for it might be a little more apparent as she hooks her arm around his neck to pull him into a considerably less chaste kiss than before.]
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in the back of his head, a small part of oda is seriously wondering why he keeps getting kissed this week. the rest is focusing on the kiss itself, cupping saki’s cheek with one of his hands. ]
Better?
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Anyway. She's a little slow to break it off, her own hand resting over his, but she's got a smile on her face once she does.]
Much better.
[Enough to make up for some of the weariness that came of getting it through his head in the first place.]