[She steps back and lets him pass, watching him quietly. She's not sure what to expect, but she catches the clothes with only a slight fumble of surprise.]
Ah... [Oh. There's a hint of a relieved smile and she turns silently to go into the bathroom to change. It'll give them both a few minutes alone to breathe, at least. Miu takes her time to splash water on her face and let the world shift a little back into focus.
Perhaps she wasn't fully forgiven, but he was giving her spare clothes and letting her stay, so that was something, right? It had to mean something was at least stable again between them. Or starting to be. It still felt like walking on eggshells, but she coul breathe easier.
They're the same height and their builds aren't that different from each other, so his clothes fit fine enough if a little loose. She hangs her clothes to dry in his bathroom, not sure where else to put them, and reemerges feeling a little more human now that she's dry and warmer.]
[ He doesn't give her a smile in return, but she probably wasn't going to expect one either. He breathes out when she's gone though, flopping back onto his bed and rubbing his face. He still can't work out how to feel about it, but if she's going to be around he'll need to figure out something to do. ]
Hinasaki-chan, now you almost look like a member of my organisation.
[ It's the first thing he says when she steps back in, though there isn't the same warmth or teasing tone as before. ]
I'll assume that's a compliment and say 'thanks.' [She won't say she feels a little like a clown in them, that'd be rude and their both still a little too raw to start the sarcasm, maybe.
She takes a seat on the edge of the bed, resting her palms against the sheets as she leans back and looks at him. She still doesn't touch him though, being mindful of his space, and her attention soon turns to his chart. She recognizes a lot more of them than she thought, eyebrows raising at Kaito and Iruma's "dead" and her own "lying bitch." Shuichi's hearts and "trustworthy" somehow manage to not surprise her at all though.
Miu can't help but wonder if that's how it's been all along, or if he added it after she'd gone.]
Who knows? [ He hums it back, feigning innocence, like he doesn't know what she means.
It actually is a little, almost like he'd almost considered her that close. It's a little shaky now, even if he knows it isn't her fault -- he's still blaming her for chasing after an unrealistic dream to begin with.
His eyes shift towards the board, following her line of sight. ]
[There's no answer to his question right away, because there's a million more behind it and she's debating which she should start with, which she might actually get an answer for.]
How long was I gone? [Is what she'll finally go for first.]
Oh. [She winces, an apology on her tongue before she stops herself. She's got nothing to keep apologizing for.
Her gaze wanders over the board again.]
Momota-san and Iruma-san... [Hesitation, just a moment. She doesn't want to believe it and maybe later she'll have a more emotional reaction to it all, but she feels numb still. But maybe that just makes it as good a time as any to ask about it.] Were they classmates of yours' that... died during that... game?
[ He freezes as she questions it, though the board had been more to put his own thoughts into action, he'd normally not let anyone but Saihara come in here. Simply because it was safer that way. Saihara was the one who knew everything, after all. ]
Yes. [ It's all he says, not moving, like ice rather than a person. He doesn't want to talk about it in detail if he can help it. ] But Iruma-chan doesn't remember.
[ He feels like that should come as a warning, so Miu doesn't tell her either. ]
['Iruma-chan doesn't remember' implies that Kaito does, however. And Kokichi's short response is enough of an indicator that Miu can tell he doesn't want to go into detail, which... Fair enough.
So she won't push.] ...Okay. [It's going to be strange, facing Iruma with that knowledge. She can't imagine how he's been dealing with it.]
Can I lay down? [It might be annoying to be this overly cautious with him right now, but the last thing she wants is for him to kick her out--or hell, run off himself.]
'Lying bitch,' huh... [Yeah too late for take backs now. Well, whatever. There's a nod--yeah, she's dry-- and she shifts so she can lay down, turning to face him and tucking her hands underneath her head, feeling the exhaustion of--everything, really, creeping up on her.
Miu studies his face a moment before she reaches out, hesitates, then drops her hand to the bed, fingers curling into the sheets instead.
Honestly, she expected there to be more awkwardness than this. Not that there isn't some, but she doesn't feel nearly as bad as she expected to. The realization makes her sort of laugh and she turns her face away towards the bed, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth]
Thanks for the vote of confidence. [Her tone is equally flat, sarcasm dripping.
She shakes her head, but falls quiet for a little while, just enjoying the feeling of not being alone, of there being someone beside her. Even if, right now, that person might not like her very much.]
...Hey. Can I touch you? [That's sounds weird when it comes out of nowhere, but her fingers twitch against the sheets again. It's fine if he says no, she half-expects it, but that desire for some physical connection is still rooted deep in her heart.]
[ He'd rather be alone at the moment, just because he's had no chance to actually let himself come down from this and let his thoughts carry him. He's had to keep himself together, more effort taken on that.
Her question should be more of a surprise than it is, but his body tenses again at the question of it. ]
Only if you're willing to see more than you should.
I won't see anything if you don't want me to. [She'd promised that too, once upon a time, that she wouldn't use her powers to see into his mind to learn the truth.
It occurs to her that she should start teaching him ways to block these things, just in case someone with her similar abilities but far less kind were to appear.
Still, she tentatively reaches out, just to touch his hand at first.] I just... want to do this. It's weird, because usually I don't want to touch people or have them touch me, but... With you it doesn't seem so... Bad. I guess. [Which implies that usually it is bad.]
[ He holds his breath when the contact comes, eyes shutting like he expects her to look anyway. She might have said otherwise, but right now he's not exactly stable to not have thoughts and memories bleeding out. ]
Careful, Hinasaki-chan, or I'll have to take that as a confession.
[iu keeps her own mental guards up to keep it all form leaking through-- she does ease it up a little, so tht she can get impressions of his feelings though. It is, however, for purely good reasons though. If he becomes too uncomfortable or panicked, she wants to know so she can put a stop to it before it escalates.
Still, he has her laughing softly.] It's not like that. I like you, despite... Everything. I like you, you're... special. And I don't want to let it go. But it's not like that... [She isn't naive enough to confuse this for something like 'love,' because it's really not like that. She just doesn't know how to actually describe whatever it is.
Her gaze falls to their hands, her thumb idly rubbing a circle against the back of his.] No, it's just... I was-- [How does she describe this?] ...Talked into a lot of bad situations. 'You're so cute, Miu-chan, if you do this or this, I promise to make you famous, I promise you a role in this show; if you don't I'll make sure you never get work again'... Things like that. [A pause and she shrugs with a slight shake of her head.] That's showbiz.
But I can trust you enough to know you won't do that. So, being like this is... I don't know. It's nice. [There's a 'ha' noise.] ...Sorry... It's stupid, I guess.
[ She'll find it's a mess already in that case, like he's suffocating on his own thoughts, that he can't quite grasp at much or put it all in a linear form. He'd been so convinced her leaving was it, after all. ]
You're really weird. [ It's a soft murmur, but she'll also feel the appreciation that he feels with the words as well, along with the faint colour to his cheeks as she says it. He tightens his hand in hers when she talks about being talked into the bad situations though, almost feeling that wave of protectiveness wash over him before he can stop himself.
It isn't made any better by her being in one of the outfits DICE members wore either. ]
Hinasaki-chan, do you want to know why I'm the Ultimate Supreme Leader? [ His voice is soft as he asks, eyes stuck on the ceiling above him. ]
Yeah, I suppose. [She laughs, not about to deny it. 'Weird' is better than 'stupid' or, you know, 'lying bitch.'
The protectiveness she feels from him and the warmth is something she lets herself bask in and marvel at. It's new, it's different; she didn't really ever feel that from anyone before and it has her shifting a little on her side to face him fully.]
...Why? ['Why are you the Ultimate Supreme Leader,' she means, not 'why are you telling me']
[ Well, weird is aimed right at her and Kaito on that board too. Congrats. Even with the emotions showing he doesn't look towards her. ]
DICE. [ He says it softly, perhaps the softest and most meaningful way he's said anything to her. ] DICE was my organisation back home. There were... [ He pauses, hesitates, then continues. ] 10 of us in total. We'd travel around pranking people, committing petty thefts to get by. We only had one real rule: no murder.
[ His mouth twitches. ] I don't know how true it is that they existed to begin with now, but the last I know of, they... [ He trails off, the more he speaks his voice becoming more void of emotion. ]
[She's got a lot of questions right off the bat, but she stays quiet, just listening. The uncertainty and hesitation she can feel isn't purely from a desire to keep this hidden from her, but it seems weirdly like he's not sure of everything himself.
Which is further confirmed by his admittance to not knowing if they existed at all. How could he not know?
But she doesn't question it right now, just gives his hand a reassuring squeeze and waits for him to continue on his own.]
They were probably killed or locked away somewhere if they were real. [ He breathes out. ] Our memories were alterated. Parts were fabricated to fit the setting. I don't even remember if I ever had parents to begin with.
DICE was my family.
[ Which is ... going to make the note left in her apartment a hell of a lot more meaninful later. ]
Saihara-chan's the only one who knows this.
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[Seeing that note later is going to break her, it's fine.
Saihara, and now her. She doesn't really know what to say to all of that, running it through her head over and over. Memories altered in this killing game thing? But why? To make them more cooperative somehow?
She continues to rub her thumb lightly over his knuckles, half in an attempt to soothe him, half as a distraction for herself.]
Thank you for telling me. [Is what she eventually goes with, her voice soft.]
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Ah... [Oh. There's a hint of a relieved smile and she turns silently to go into the bathroom to change. It'll give them both a few minutes alone to breathe, at least. Miu takes her time to splash water on her face and let the world shift a little back into focus.
Perhaps she wasn't fully forgiven, but he was giving her spare clothes and letting her stay, so that was something, right? It had to mean something was at least stable again between them. Or starting to be. It still felt like walking on eggshells, but she coul breathe easier.
They're the same height and their builds aren't that different from each other, so his clothes fit fine enough if a little loose. She hangs her clothes to dry in his bathroom, not sure where else to put them, and reemerges feeling a little more human now that she's dry and warmer.]
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Hinasaki-chan, now you almost look like a member of my organisation.
[ It's the first thing he says when she steps back in, though there isn't the same warmth or teasing tone as before. ]
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She takes a seat on the edge of the bed, resting her palms against the sheets as she leans back and looks at him. She still doesn't touch him though, being mindful of his space, and her attention soon turns to his chart. She recognizes a lot more of them than she thought, eyebrows raising at Kaito and Iruma's "dead" and her own "lying bitch." Shuichi's hearts and "trustworthy" somehow manage to not surprise her at all though.
Miu can't help but wonder if that's how it's been all along, or if he added it after she'd gone.]
How long...?
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It actually is a little, almost like he'd almost considered her that close. It's a little shaky now, even if he knows it isn't her fault -- he's still blaming her for chasing after an unrealistic dream to begin with.
His eyes shift towards the board, following her line of sight. ]
How long what?
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How long was I gone? [Is what she'll finally go for first.]
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[ At least it'll explain why he had it to begin with. ]
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Her gaze wanders over the board again.]
Momota-san and Iruma-san... [Hesitation, just a moment. She doesn't want to believe it and maybe later she'll have a more emotional reaction to it all, but she feels numb still. But maybe that just makes it as good a time as any to ask about it.] Were they classmates of yours' that... died during that... game?
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Yes. [ It's all he says, not moving, like ice rather than a person. He doesn't want to talk about it in detail if he can help it. ] But Iruma-chan doesn't remember.
[ He feels like that should come as a warning, so Miu doesn't tell her either. ]
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So she won't push.] ...Okay. [It's going to be strange, facing Iruma with that knowledge. She can't imagine how he's been dealing with it.]
Can I lay down? [It might be annoying to be this overly cautious with him right now, but the last thing she wants is for him to kick her out--or hell, run off himself.]
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You weren't supposed to see it. [ He murmurs it, like that helps take any of this back. ] Lay down if you want, you're dry now, right?
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Miu studies his face a moment before she reaches out, hesitates, then drops her hand to the bed, fingers curling into the sheets instead.
Honestly, she expected there to be more awkwardness than this. Not that there isn't some, but she doesn't feel nearly as bad as she expected to. The realization makes her sort of laugh and she turns her face away towards the bed, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth]
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Thankfully it isn't as awkward because she isn't asking about the wrong things, she isn't pushing him to speak past what he offers up. ]
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[Easier said than done, though, if only because he seems stubborn enough to hold onto that title for her.]
I have to... find something to do with myself now, I suppose... [She mutters more to herself than to him]
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[ It's said flatly though, because he isn't confident in her when he doesn't believe in himself.
He doesn't say anything to the rest though, presuming that if she's talking to herself she won't an answer. ]
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She shakes her head, but falls quiet for a little while, just enjoying the feeling of not being alone, of there being someone beside her. Even if, right now, that person might not like her very much.]
...Hey. Can I touch you? [That's sounds weird when it comes out of nowhere, but her fingers twitch against the sheets again. It's fine if he says no, she half-expects it, but that desire for some physical connection is still rooted deep in her heart.]
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Her question should be more of a surprise than it is, but his body tenses again at the question of it. ]
Only if you're willing to see more than you should.
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It occurs to her that she should start teaching him ways to block these things, just in case someone with her similar abilities but far less kind were to appear.
Still, she tentatively reaches out, just to touch his hand at first.] I just... want to do this. It's weird, because usually I don't want to touch people or have them touch me, but... With you it doesn't seem so... Bad. I guess. [Which implies that usually it is bad.]
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Careful, Hinasaki-chan, or I'll have to take that as a confession.
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Still, he has her laughing softly.] It's not like that. I like you, despite... Everything. I like you, you're... special. And I don't want to let it go. But it's not like that... [She isn't naive enough to confuse this for something like 'love,' because it's really not like that. She just doesn't know how to actually describe whatever it is.
Her gaze falls to their hands, her thumb idly rubbing a circle against the back of his.] No, it's just... I was-- [How does she describe this?] ...Talked into a lot of bad situations. 'You're so cute, Miu-chan, if you do this or this, I promise to make you famous, I promise you a role in this show; if you don't I'll make sure you never get work again'... Things like that. [A pause and she shrugs with a slight shake of her head.] That's showbiz.
But I can trust you enough to know you won't do that. So, being like this is... I don't know. It's nice. [There's a 'ha' noise.] ...Sorry... It's stupid, I guess.
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You're really weird. [ It's a soft murmur, but she'll also feel the appreciation that he feels with the words as well, along with the faint colour to his cheeks as she says it. He tightens his hand in hers when she talks about being talked into the bad situations though, almost feeling that wave of protectiveness wash over him before he can stop himself.
It isn't made any better by her being in one of the outfits DICE members wore either. ]
Hinasaki-chan, do you want to know why I'm the Ultimate Supreme Leader? [ His voice is soft as he asks, eyes stuck on the ceiling above him. ]
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The protectiveness she feels from him and the warmth is something she lets herself bask in and marvel at. It's new, it's different; she didn't really ever feel that from anyone before and it has her shifting a little on her side to face him fully.]
...Why? ['Why are you the Ultimate Supreme Leader,' she means, not 'why are you telling me']
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DICE. [ He says it softly, perhaps the softest and most meaningful way he's said anything to her. ] DICE was my organisation back home. There were... [ He pauses, hesitates, then continues. ] 10 of us in total. We'd travel around pranking people, committing petty thefts to get by. We only had one real rule: no murder.
[ His mouth twitches. ] I don't know how true it is that they existed to begin with now, but the last I know of, they... [ He trails off, the more he speaks his voice becoming more void of emotion. ]
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Which is further confirmed by his admittance to not knowing if they existed at all. How could he not know?
But she doesn't question it right now, just gives his hand a reassuring squeeze and waits for him to continue on his own.]
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DICE was my family.
[ Which is ... going to make the note left in her apartment a hell of a lot more meaninful later. ]
Saihara-chan's the only one who knows this.
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Saihara, and now her. She doesn't really know what to say to all of that, running it through her head over and over. Memories altered in this killing game thing? But why? To make them more cooperative somehow?
She continues to rub her thumb lightly over his knuckles, half in an attempt to soothe him, half as a distraction for herself.]
Thank you for telling me. [Is what she eventually goes with, her voice soft.]
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Wtf is that gag tag
the TRUTH
Kills u
A BODY HAS BEEN DISCOVERED.... AGAIN.
good
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idr if i said spoilers before so hardcore spoilers now
smh maybe i didn't want to be spoiled??
Oh my god KILLS YOU
help help i'm being oppressed
u will,be!!
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