[HELP... it's okay. the ship was not outed ic but at least now we can perceive ooc...
still a little hesitant, but ultimately, she nods and accepts the keychain.]
If you're certain. [a small hint of a smile, bittersweet.] It's no worm, but it ought to save me some trouble. Thank you, Rich.
[but on that note? there's a pause, and then the smile fades from mizu's face. she turns to look at their surroundings, then glances up at the sky. very blatantly avoiding looking at him for what she has to say next.]
... I cannot afford any distractions until I have fulfilled my vow. So this will be goodbye until our next afterlife. [just so he's aware she will not be responding to any messages, if she even keeps her phone.] I truly do wish you the best, you know. You deserve a long, uneventful life.
[I hope there's a game where the kiss list gets posted icly and anonymously to sow chaos. Or a fake one to gaslight people.]
I am deadly certain. [He smiles himself, though it's not carrying his usual mischievous lilt.] I trust you'll use it wisely.
[Which she might not. For all that he's a hot head in the matters of the heart, she's a sucker for the heat of battle. She might make good enough use to wiggle herself out of the sticky situation she's made. Maybe stop the fire before it starts, maybe come out with less bandages and bruises. He hopes.
Because before she even says it, he knows that he'll never get an answer. His smile thins. Chagrined, sure, but knowing, matching the way he nods his head and turns his gaze downcast a moment.]
You mean you'll text as much as you usually do? No problem. I'll expect zero messages. [Or maybe a singular "k" for old time's sake. Though he doubts it.] What if you finish your vow and have extra spare time on your hands? You couldn't send us a victory pic, just for show?
[Still. It's stinging already. Richie puts a hand to her shoulder, looking into her eyes. Bright blue and shadowed. Surly, keen to cut. But soft, if you catch her in the right moment. It's rare. She makes sure of it.]
So do you. [He laughs a little, a soundless huff. Lets his thumb run over the fabric of her infinite layers.] In spite of everything.
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still a little hesitant, but ultimately, she nods and accepts the keychain.]
If you're certain. [a small hint of a smile, bittersweet.] It's no worm, but it ought to save me some trouble. Thank you, Rich.
[but on that note? there's a pause, and then the smile fades from mizu's face. she turns to look at their surroundings, then glances up at the sky. very blatantly avoiding looking at him for what she has to say next.]
... I cannot afford any distractions until I have fulfilled my vow. So this will be goodbye until our next afterlife. [just so he's aware she will not be responding to any messages, if she even keeps her phone.] I truly do wish you the best, you know. You deserve a long, uneventful life.
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I am deadly certain. [He smiles himself, though it's not carrying his usual mischievous lilt.] I trust you'll use it wisely.
[Which she might not. For all that he's a hot head in the matters of the heart, she's a sucker for the heat of battle. She might make good enough use to wiggle herself out of the sticky situation she's made. Maybe stop the fire before it starts, maybe come out with less bandages and bruises. He hopes.
Because before she even says it, he knows that he'll never get an answer. His smile thins. Chagrined, sure, but knowing, matching the way he nods his head and turns his gaze downcast a moment.]
You mean you'll text as much as you usually do? No problem. I'll expect zero messages. [Or maybe a singular "k" for old time's sake. Though he doubts it.] What if you finish your vow and have extra spare time on your hands? You couldn't send us a victory pic, just for show?
[Still. It's stinging already. Richie puts a hand to her shoulder, looking into her eyes. Bright blue and shadowed. Surly, keen to cut. But soft, if you catch her in the right moment. It's rare. She makes sure of it.]
So do you. [He laughs a little, a soundless huff. Lets his thumb run over the fabric of her infinite layers.] In spite of everything.
I wish you the best, too, Mizu.