[Oh hell, what is happening right now. It feels darkly ironic, once again. He'd wanted her dead and he'd wanted this, he'd wanted her to rip off the sheep's clothing and admit everything, have the third act breakdown he ended up doing.]
N-nobody said anything about that...
[Well, he'd implied in his own way that they were both liars with facades. The other thing is... new.]
Ahaha... don't tell me you believed me, in the end.
[It's kind of... starting to hit home, just a tad, that maybe seeing and treating someone as your own personal nemesis... might have one or two consequences.]
Let's... just get back to the dorms, okay?
[Really frantically pressing the conversational exit button right now, like the big red one you have to lift the little glass cap for.]
Edited (not actually pressing any elevator buttons) 2021-10-04 21:01 (UTC)
YEAH?? SHE CAN CRY IN A WENDYS IF SHE WANTS WHAT ARE YOU A COP?
[ He's right, she's not making sense. She's talking to someone who isn't here...
Just...get it together.
It takes a second, and a deep breath and...its gone. Like keeping her head above water. Like letting something go. Something red and crushing shoving it all away, because this isn't the first time Sara's had to deal with this all consuming guilt. The trick is to just never think about it. ]
Right. Right..
[ She's shaken, but she doesn't look scared anymore when she looks at him. Just a normal look of confusion. Her face is still damp, but body is still and calm.]
Believed you? Er...I don't think I'm working with Asunaro, don't worry. [ Of that, she could still be certain. ] The dorms sound nice. I should make dinner when we get back...
[Once again, it all just disappears back into the depths, like water going down a sink... he understands her a little more, he thinks. His mind flicks back to the memorandum, still fresh in memory, and the flash of involuntary comparison makes his skin crawl. Asunaro... that all keeps coming back to her. Obsession with her.
His gaze is away. He doesn't like being seen to cry himself and he can extend her that same courtesy. He looks back down at the laptop to dislodge the thoughts, running a finger over the trackpad to make the mouse go in circles. Looks like it's still working, at least.]
...
[Wait for it...]
...wouldn't say no, if you happened to make too much.
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ma'am this is a wendys
N-nobody said anything about that...
[Well, he'd implied in his own way that they were both liars with facades. The other thing is... new.]
Ahaha... don't tell me you believed me, in the end.
[It's kind of... starting to hit home, just a tad, that maybe seeing and treating someone as your own personal nemesis... might have one or two consequences.]
Let's... just get back to the dorms, okay?
[Really frantically pressing the conversational exit button right now, like the big red one you have to lift the little glass cap for.]
YEAH?? SHE CAN CRY IN A WENDYS IF SHE WANTS WHAT ARE YOU A COP?
Just...get it together.
It takes a second, and a deep breath and...its gone. Like keeping her head above water. Like letting something go. Something red and crushing shoving it all away, because this isn't the first time Sara's had to deal with this all consuming guilt. The trick is to just never think about it. ]
Right. Right..
[ She's shaken, but she doesn't look scared anymore when she looks at him. Just a normal look of confusion. Her face is still damp, but body is still and calm.]
Believed you? Er...I don't think I'm working with Asunaro, don't worry. [ Of that, she could still be certain. ] The dorms sound nice. I should make dinner when we get back...
understandable have a nice day
His gaze is away. He doesn't like being seen to cry himself and he can extend her that same courtesy. He looks back down at the laptop to dislodge the thoughts, running a finger over the trackpad to make the mouse go in circles. Looks like it's still working, at least.]
...
[Wait for it...]
...wouldn't say no, if you happened to make too much.
[There it is.]