kashuu catchall

[disingenuous]

will kashuu sing a song this game

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[slashay]

[He's quiet for another second. So many seconds of silence in this chili's tonight.]

...Yeah. I feel bad, though. I think - he was already, um... He was in a pretty bad state yesterday 'cuz he was the one who hurt Vanille. He was kinda torn up about it, blamed himself.

[Seemed to think no one would want to bother with him after finding out. He feels like he owes it to 9S to show that that's not the case, but.

Well. Comrades above all.]

[disingenuous]

[ Roxana squeezes his hand gently. ]

We won't forget him. Either of them. What they're all made to do when they're taken away...

[ It's just another instance of the Prism forcing them to hurt each other, and it's unforgivable.

She shakes her head. ]

Do what you must. We won't know what goes with whom in the beginning.

[slashay]

[Yeah, he hates it! He hates it a lot. He's undoubtedly going to end up shifting his attention to Buzen's case especially after it becomes clear what ties to whom, but he seems a little relieved to hear this, at least.]

Mm. If we can work together, then I think... we'll have enough people and time to focus on both of them. I hope so, anyway.

[And if not... Well. Everyone will know where his own priorities are.]

[disingenuous]

[ No one should blame him for his priorities. Even if he isn't human, he has a heart and emotions like anyone else. ]

I'll keep us focused.

[ Or she'll try to, anyway. ]

But I'm here, no matter what happens, all right?

[ She's not a sword or anything like that, but she's here. ]

[slashay]

[They were relatively well put-together last week, at least, so he has... hopes... They may not be High Hopes but they are hopes and they are there. He nods, at that.]

Thanks. [And then, with a grateful squeeze of her hand:] ...Thanks for that, too. Tomorrow's gonna suck, but it feels a little better like this.

[Knowing that there are people who will support and understand and do their best to help.]

[disingenuous]

[ It takes a moment, but she manages a small smile. ]

Tomorrow won't be pretty, but it'll be a little better if we can find what needs to be cut down.

[ Staining things a little red isn't something either of them are too unused to. ]

[slashay]

[He's pretty much of the same exact opinion, there. If they can find what needs to be cut down, things won't be - fixed. But it'll be easier to swallow, even if it's a situation like last week and whoever is responsible didn't act in their clear mind.]

...Kinda wish I'd picked out something nicer to wear now, though.

[FOR BUZEN'S FUNERAL.]

[disingenuous]

There's still time. What better time to dress to kill?

[ Even if the one who killed Buzen was compelled to, whose emotions and thoughts were manipulated, it doesn't erase the feeling of loss. It won't be fair, but things can't be so clean cut even with swords. ]

We can pick out something else for you. An outfit change, if you want.

[ he can have two (2) trial outfits. ]

[slashay]

[He sure wishes they could be, honestly. He's a straightforward sword that likes things that are easy to parse.]

Hah - even Buzen might've scolded me for doing too much if I did something like that.

[The absolute hilarity of him disappearing behind the privacy screen and coming out with a different outfit, though.]

I'll figure something out.

[disingenuous]

Is it too much?

[ Also, Buzen is dead. ]

If it helps you feel better in a time when you're hurting. I don't think so, but use your best judgment.

[ Roxana doesn't think it's disrespectful if he's not doing it to detract from anything. ]

[slashay]

[Buzen is so dead. Kashuu may just consider turning up with a second outfit after all.]

...Thanks, Roxana. Seriously. Um - I'm not really good at talks like this, but... I think it'd be a lot harder to face tomorrow without being able to have 'em.

[disingenuous]

You don't have to be good at them. I would have been fine, sitting here with you, but I'm grateful you're willing.

[ She thinks, for someone who seems so tactile, that being alone would be worse. ]

We'll face tomorrow together.

[ She slips her arms around him in a loose hug. ]

[slashay]

[Being alone would certainly be worse, so he's glad, for this. He just rests his head against her shoulder for a second.]

...Yeah. We'll be able to do it.

[AND THEY ACTUALLY DO BUT NOTHING FEELS BETTER.]