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Opinions without 3.1415 are just Onions (Week1 post trial)

After everything, the house seems almost too still and too mundane. At least as long as the doors to that room remain closed. One by one those covered in what was once their teammate are lead to the showers or change in silence. There is no warm meal waiting for them. No words of encouragement.

Life goes on, regardless.

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.... people will say whatever they want, but that doesn't mean you have to accept that. It doesn't mean you deserve it. [She sees that smile, and she doesn't want to.]

[haaa... what he deserves...]

Right before that machine brought me into the Foundation, I was being arrested. The evidence of my crimes hidden away for four years resurfaced.

... the timing is just really appropriate, I think. So... even if I were to die in this place...

[hahaha his rap sheet is so lengthy.]

... can I hug you?

[... no one just asks this, wtf.]

I... if you'd like?

[idgi]

[She basically tackles him.]

Don't die.

[has to put his arms around her or risk stumbling back a bit. he's stiff for a moment but then he leans into the hold a bit, a small, bitter laugh coming up.]

I would make a very frightful ghost.

I'll exorcise you. [she mutters, and then.]

Thank you for telling me. [She says, again.]

I'm glad you told me now, instead of waiting for it to come out unexpectedly.

[man. that first thing is definitely something he knows probably won't work out but also what a promise to make. he tightens his hold on her a bit.]

You did bring up the subject, somewhat... but I'm also... wanting to head off as much as I can with it.

[She keeps her hold on him.]

That's what we need. We need everyone to try and head off these sort of revelations, and it's going to be difficult emotionally for everyone.

Don't figure yourself out of that, also.

[gentle reminder because... well, it feels lopsided and also he's? worried? about this soft person...]

[She laughs, a little.]

I've never been any good at hiding my emotions, and I don't have any secrets. But if you ever have anything you think I should tell you, just ask.

[... probably a good thing he has a hold of her because he is now giving her a small shake.]

What kind of fair trade is this?! If you have a history of being in the mafia, that would be boring. Anything else would be different, and different...

[well. he's been finding he likes different the past 4 years, so. pls. you silly girl.]

I can't believe this immediate rejection!

[now he's just being a dramatic baby]

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[She laughs, a little, after he shakes her and starts whining.]

"Ask me anything and I'll tell you" isn't rejection.

There's nothing in my past that would hurt if it were revealed, or that would hurt others if they discovered it. [But if he wants to hear about her uneventful upbringing, she can do that. She lets go of him slowly, because the moment for hugs has passed, but she isn't going to pull away entirely until he gives her a sign that he's ready for that.]

When I was a baby, Oku found me abandoned in a junkyard. He, Obaba, and Niko raised me until they died in a fire when I was six. After that, I got scooped up by Asylum, an orphanage that takes in children who can see demons and trains them to be exorcists. I went through training until I graduated, and now I work at the demon farm as a Tamer, as well as teaching exorcism classes.

[when you are expecting the lady to move away when she's ready, so you just kind of keep in the same position but this time staring down at her with an absolutely miserable expression like he just actually felt his heart break realizing that she really does think a tragic background like that isn't anything special.

the worst of it: she's saying this to someone who willingly went into his own terrible situations.]

... Yuri-san... if it's all right... can I borrow some of your tears?

[She pulls back enough to look up at him, her face still streaked with tears. But her smile is gentle.]

You want more of them? I told you, I have more than enough.

[he has none, just a smile in answer]

Sure, why not?

[She's hiding her face in his shirt again, more for her benefit than his this time. This week has been a lot, even for her.]

[yes, ok. that's... fine. it's fine.

he will just rest chin on her head because she that short]

[she's so tiny.

And after a couple seconds, she pulls back a little.]

I should finish cleaning my uniform, and everyone should try and get some sleep.

[and he's. letting her go this time, since that's a clear signal for it.]

Ah... right. I was going to work on my coat...

[it's... kind of a mess.]

Don't forget to wash your face while you're at it.

[gonna brush at her cheeks just a bit because sure were a lot of tears.]

Let me help you with your coat. [She says, scrubbing at her cheeks a little with a dry part of her sleeve.

She does not make a joke about mafia execs knowing how to get blood out of their coats.]

[please, he def had subordinates to deal with that unpleasantness.]

It's a bit of a trick when it's a lighter color, isn't it?

[black was, in fact, easier to deal with.]

It can be, but it's still fairly fresh so we should be able to get it out without too much trouble. Did you take everything out of the pockets? [it's laundry time.]

Naturally.

[he pulls his precious matchbox from his current slacks' pocket, holding it between his two fingers as if he'd just made it appear by magic.]

One of these days I want to learn how to do that!

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