Week 4, Saturday

[foundationmods]

[As everyone files into the studio once more, they will be invited up on stage instead of to their audience seats as they normally are. On the far left of the stage is a set of 16 chairs, one for each living contestant, arranged in two rows of 8. On the right is a podium for Dazai to stand at, and in the center is a big board with spaces and numbers on it.

Once everyone gets settled in, it's time for the game.]

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[hatesdeerstalkers]

I SAID, LEAVE ME!

[He doesn't move - doesn't try to strike out - but he yells that out, angrily.]

For god's sake, don't -! Just leave me, like how it's supposed to be!

[iblistriggered]

[Silver's golden eyes are stern and sharp as he parks his ass right next to Moriarty, arms folded like a petulant child]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

STOP IT! Just go, damn you!

[He's...starting to shake, actually.]

....Go...!

[iblistriggered]

Or what.

[Silver looks up at Moriarty evenly]

You'll hurt me? Throw me over there? Kill me? Because you're the "bad guy"? Because you were "written that way"? [he hops off the couch so he can look Moriarty in the eyes] Look. I never read the books you're in. I don't know shit about what "James Moriarty" is supposed to mean. To me, you're a kind, if eccentric, man who loves numbers and has a sadistic streak. A person. Not just a spirit, not just a character. Someone who wanted to protect me from this sort of garbage, someone that saw me as a person, too! None of that other stuff matters to me! But if that role is all that matters to you, then go ahead. Push me away. Do it.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[There's a long, shocked silence as Silver finishes saying that - he actually moves his hands away from his head, staring wordlessly at the hedgehog in what looks like sheer disbelief.

...But then, suddenly -

His face contorts in anguish, as tears start flowing - and with a sob he tries to cover his face, tries to keep people from seeing, but -

Those words....how long has he wanted to hear something like that?

He doesn't know.]

[iblistriggered]

[oh

woops

not the intended effect??



uh


accio tissue box.

Silver hands Moriarty a kleenex]

... are you ok?

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Unfortunately, he's too busy crying to answer - but it probably is 'no.'

He hasn't been okay for a long, long time.]

[iblistriggered]

[nope. not ok. Silver climbs back up on the couch and wipes Moriarty's tears for him with a tissue before leaning against him]