npc contact.1
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Why a horse? So you can ride me?
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... ( staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare ) Yeah, totally. I mean, I can't do it in real life now that you're a cripple, so.
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is what Lily had to say about that, but anyways, ]
I'm not crippled.
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Well, I am. So virtual riding it is, until my ribs mend.
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Will you tell me who's responsible?
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Nobody, really. It was... some robotic thing. I smacked it dead, but it slammed me against the wall a few times before it actually stopped working. ( she wrinkles her nose, glancing down at her side. ) Now I have these ugly bruises all over me! Uuugh!
( her cuteness factor went down... tragedy... )
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You fought a robot... with your sword?
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... was I supposed to fistfight it?
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No, don't be stupid. I meant more like... I wish I were there.
[ To watch Rika swordfight, not to intervene ]
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It's... good that you weren't. ( she looks down at her hands, frowning. ) Three people died that day, so...
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People... [ die every day, but saying so doesn't make things better. ] It wasn't because of that robot, though, was it?
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No. It was Sakku — ( back up. he doesn't need a nickname anymore, he lost the privileges. ) Sakasaki.
( she wrinkles her nose, a little. best to stay away from him, is what she means. )
The robot was a pretty big inconvenience, though. I... probably could've made it up to the scene, if it didn't stop me. ( does she blame herself for not being able to save at least one of them... absolutely. ) Well, it's whatever. We can nap at the nurse's office together, now.
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[ He frowns a little, but also, the three students were already dead by the time Rika was aware of things, there was nothing she could do at that point. Nothing anybody could do, unless they could turn back time.
Well. Like Rika says, it's whatever. ]
Do you want to?
[ With the nurse right there? In an open office anybody can come in and out of as they please? ]
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( but if she got up fast enough, she could've at least caught natsume in the act!! ... maybe. )
You don't? ( pouts... listen, she's been napping in there just fine this past week? )
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What about the elevator?
[ It has what the nurse's office doesn't have: privacy ]
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You wanna nap... in the elevator? ( that does not sound comfortable. )
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Well, it sounds stupid when you say it like that...
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... if you wanna make out or something, though, we can go to the elevator, sure. ( she's not sleeping on the chair tho thank you )
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Yeah, okay. Let's make out in the elevator.
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If you're gonna sigh about it, you can kiss my ass instead. Asshole.
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...sorry. I'm just frustrated with everything. With myself.
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... Rocchi. ( sighing, she slowly slides off her desk and steps closer to his; wedges her way between his legs. ) I'm frustrated, too. Like, really, really mad. We don't have to talk about things if you don't want to, but...
( grabbing his hands, she wraps them around her waist, settling them on her lower back. there, close. she's not good at talking, either, but if there's anything their relationship has always been, it's physical. if he can't tell her how he feels with words, he can at least do it with touch. )
At least don't shut me out completely, 'kay? ( she's here, and she will be, if he lets her. she'll gently place her hands on his shoulders and smile, shuffling closer. careful not to squeeze her side, though. )
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But here is Rika, smiling, gentle, and he can't seem to get his heart to settle even as he pulls her close and tucks his face against the crook of her neck.
It's only the eye, but he'll take it until the winds come back. ]
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but... she learns, slowly, hesitantly. tips her head to the side, to rub her cheek against his head, eyelids fluttering shut. )
Ah, hey. Look. ( right, that reminds her...
she reaches up to pull the choker she wears around her neck down, revealing the long scar to the side of her throat. maybe it'll make him feel better about his own... listen... )
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How is that supposed to make him feel better, instead of worried, sick, feelings that borderline concern that he has to hold fast to and not know which way to let it go. He thinks to the robot, to the three hundred students in this school, to the lines on Rika's wrist and the switchblade in her hand and despite wanting to reach out and run his thumb over that scar, his arms are lead and his face is closer and so, instead, he turns his head and places a kiss on her neck.
The last time he did that feels a lifetime ago. ]
"Things will heal"... or something... is it?
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