[Sorry he's like this. There's a wide grin and someone comes by to bring them glasses of water and that's just how things are.]
Sure. [It's apparently no big deal???] I would like to hear you're not overworked even if you get a reward, but if you're sure. Everybody's gotta eat though. [And so here they are.
He thinks of how to bring up the real topic on his mind. ...stall. Stall a little longer.] What have you been doing lately? I know you are an idol and a model but I have no idea what all of that really entails.
Sure. [It's apparently no big deal???] I would like to hear you're not overworked even if you get a reward, but if you're sure. Everybody's gotta eat though. [And so here they are.
He thinks of how to bring up the real topic on his mind. ...stall. Stall a little longer.] What have you been doing lately? I know you are an idol and a model but I have no idea what all of that really entails.
And I've always agreed with you on that. I don't know...if we're right or wrong about it?
[ at all. like. he sure as fuck doesn't want to talk to anyone about the things that make him tick, but - ]
- Sometimes it was nice to have someone shouting at you about the truth, though.
[ at all. like. he sure as fuck doesn't want to talk to anyone about the things that make him tick, but - ]
- Sometimes it was nice to have someone shouting at you about the truth, though.
Uh. Given the last time I got scolded...
[ he shrugs. ]
...Making the decision for other people that they only got the happy stuff was a bad thing. I don't think he agreed it was wrong even when we talked about what the not-happy stuff might be. And I don't...exactly know if he was wrong, but I...
[ ...don't want to talk about bro ever uh ]
[ he shrugs. ]
...Making the decision for other people that they only got the happy stuff was a bad thing. I don't think he agreed it was wrong even when we talked about what the not-happy stuff might be. And I don't...exactly know if he was wrong, but I...
[ ...don't want to talk about bro ever uh ]
[Good, he's not fucking up yet. That. Is probably a start. She looks kind of adorable with her roses and she's happy enough and that gives him enough reason to keep the conversation light, but he remembers how Dave had reacted in telling him Yuri disappeared. He wonders how she really feels.]
That actually sounds like a lot of fun. Halloween's one of the best holidays out there so you picked a good time to put on a show. So you're just keeping busy...? [Okay. Less subtle, maybe.]
That actually sounds like a lot of fun. Halloween's one of the best holidays out there so you picked a good time to put on a show. So you're just keeping busy...? [Okay. Less subtle, maybe.]
[Naoto takes a breath. She closes her eyes. She tries to remember how the dance went, how the song went.
She begins. Her movements are hesitant at first, but it seems like she remembers more and more with every subsequent step.]
She begins. Her movements are hesitant at first, but it seems like she remembers more and more with every subsequent step.]
I'm not necessarily optimistic in general, Anya.
I tend to leave that to people like you.
I tend to leave that to people like you.
[ Yato dreams of fire and anguished voices. His hands curled around scorching metal, flames eating at his clothes and then his skin. A river mirrored with a hundred fireflies, luminous and beautiful in the moonlight. A simple game, a dreadful mistake. Agony lances through him from within, and wolves rumble nearby, watching.
Yato's eyes crack open, and he's staring up at the ceiling of a sterile room. He's tucked into a bed. It's still and quiet. His memories are a jumble, but when he reaches back, he remembers the face of a friend, streaked with blood and twisted with insanity.
Chuuya. Dead by Yato's hand.
A fresh wave of weariness courses through him. He turns his head enough to see someone next to this bed. He knows who it is before he really sees her; the faint glimpse of silver is a dead giveaway. His hand reaches out from under his blanket to find her. ]
Anya...
[ How long has he been out? How long has she been waiting here? ]
Yato's eyes crack open, and he's staring up at the ceiling of a sterile room. He's tucked into a bed. It's still and quiet. His memories are a jumble, but when he reaches back, he remembers the face of a friend, streaked with blood and twisted with insanity.
Chuuya. Dead by Yato's hand.
A fresh wave of weariness courses through him. He turns his head enough to see someone next to this bed. He knows who it is before he really sees her; the faint glimpse of silver is a dead giveaway. His hand reaches out from under his blanket to find her. ]
Anya...
[ How long has he been out? How long has she been waiting here? ]

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