[ a brief blip of sheepishness and alarm. sorry! sorry. but...hm. ]
...we knew who the culprit was for a while. Or at least what he was going by. The thing that took the longest was finding him and finding out why he was doing all of this. But his why isn't that important to me.
[ the vibes are a little angry, but also a little settled that the man's dead. ]
[Her eyes blink wide, realizing the gaffe a second too late.]
Of course, you don't have to say anything you don't want to! It's probably rude of me to nag you about something so terrible, especially after today. Forgive me.
kabby this is the funniest shit in the world because literally no one else in the game has deduced this from any of how shoma's been acting. so again, he's blindsided by the question, but emotionsharing week means he's not fast enough to stop the sudden spike of grief intermingled with the surprise. it's quickly suppressed, and when rosamund continues and says he doesn't have to say anything he remains extremely quiet. ]
...
[ even now, he finds it a little hard to think about this, much less talk about it. it's both fresh and it isn't, and regardless of when it happened the circumstances are still something that will probably continue to affect him for the rest of his life. this is a fact he knows about himself. and so...yeah, he takes the out on this one for this time. ]
...it's been a long weekend for everyone. [ is what he says as an excuse for both of them. ] I think we're all kind of thinking different things right now to make sense of what's going on.
i don't know what their problem is maybe they should try caring about children :/
Looks like she hit the nail on the head too hard. She can't help meeting that flash of grief with frantic regret. Then a little something more. How can she not feel for him? What an awful thing for anyone to live through, much less a kid of his age.
And yet it keeps happening to kids his age. Shoma couldn't be further in disposition than Ylfa or Pinocchio, but the suffering they've been forced to endure links them all the same.]
I think you're right. [She smiles softly to him, bare as it may be. None of her usual pep and sunniness. Maybe it's silly to mourn three people you'd known for a week next to someone who's nursing a lifelong loss, but she can't quite rouse herself out of it. She thinks of Dahut prone on the floor, overwhelmed with emotion, his head in her lap as she stroked his hair to sleep. She'd at least been able to help him calm down.
Shoma seems less than keen on touch though. She'll repress the urge to squeeze his shoulder, or sweep him into a hug. Sometimes those gestures made things worse instead of better.]
Maybe we should just be grateful that tomorrow is on the way.
[ hilarious. that's me, ty, thinking this. shoma obviously thinks this is less hilarious because...yeah. twelve is an age that makes it a lot harder to cope with, and it's not like it's getting any better. and now being here, it's just the same sort of cycle all over again.
he's pretty sure this won't be the last time something happens. it never is. but...he can at least try to keep his doom and gloom thoughts to himself because he recognizes that she feels bad for overstepping and that she's trying to make this a little better. he can also recognize that this weekend's events affected her, too, in a way that might be hard for others to fully understand. even if he isn't quite looking at her, at least he's able to continue the conversation. (and good call on not touching. it's a weird, fine line most days when he's not even sure he's fully comfortable in his own skin. ) ]
...that's a good way to put it. Tomorrow probably won't be as awful as this has been for everybody, and it at least means this isn't the last thing we'll have to deal with. Or something like that. [ ... ] It couldn't come sooner, honestly.
[Oh, god. She wishes she could do more for him so badly. But if he would rather be alone, and maybe there's other people here he knows a little better — that nice Mizuki girl, maybe? — she ought to leave well enough alone.
Rosamund clears her throat and pats at her skirts. There's no hope at fixing them up, they're ruined beyond repair, but the gesture helps ease the awkward silence they now share.]
Make sure to get some rest tonight. All right? And hey, let's grab lunch sometime. Message me whenever. I mean it.
[ it's really only his problem to fix, but he can appreciate the out and does offer her a slight smile to that. no harm, no foul. ]
...sure. We can do that sometime. It probably makes sense for all of us to get to know each other better, right? [ if they're all stuck. ] Until then make sure you rest up, too. We've probably got a lot to do tomorrow when we land.
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I know! I know.
[She's already had a few people tell her so.]
...I see. [Is it impolite to ask further? It feels so, a little bit. Maybe depending on the angle?] And did you also help discover the culprit?
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...we knew who the culprit was for a while. Or at least what he was going by. The thing that took the longest was finding him and finding out why he was doing all of this. But his why isn't that important to me.
[ the vibes are a little angry, but also a little settled that the man's dead. ]
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Then had he killed someone important to you?
[Her eyes blink wide, realizing the gaffe a second too late.]
Of course, you don't have to say anything you don't want to! It's probably rude of me to nag you about something so terrible, especially after today. Forgive me.
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kabby this is the funniest shit in the world because literally no one else in the game has deduced this from any of how shoma's been acting. so again, he's blindsided by the question, but emotionsharing week means he's not fast enough to stop the sudden spike of grief intermingled with the surprise. it's quickly suppressed, and when rosamund continues and says he doesn't have to say anything he remains extremely quiet. ]
...
[ even now, he finds it a little hard to think about this, much less talk about it. it's both fresh and it isn't, and regardless of when it happened the circumstances are still something that will probably continue to affect him for the rest of his life. this is a fact he knows about himself. and so...yeah, he takes the out on this one for this time. ]
...it's been a long weekend for everyone. [ is what he says as an excuse for both of them. ] I think we're all kind of thinking different things right now to make sense of what's going on.
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i don't know what their problem is maybe they should try caring about children :/
Looks like she hit the nail on the head too hard. She can't help meeting that flash of grief with frantic regret. Then a little something more. How can she not feel for him? What an awful thing for anyone to live through, much less a kid of his age.
And yet it keeps happening to kids his age. Shoma couldn't be further in disposition than Ylfa or Pinocchio, but the suffering they've been forced to endure links them all the same.]
I think you're right. [She smiles softly to him, bare as it may be. None of her usual pep and sunniness. Maybe it's silly to mourn three people you'd known for a week next to someone who's nursing a lifelong loss, but she can't quite rouse herself out of it. She thinks of Dahut prone on the floor, overwhelmed with emotion, his head in her lap as she stroked his hair to sleep. She'd at least been able to help him calm down.
Shoma seems less than keen on touch though. She'll repress the urge to squeeze his shoulder, or sweep him into a hug. Sometimes those gestures made things worse instead of better.]
Maybe we should just be grateful that tomorrow is on the way.
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he's pretty sure this won't be the last time something happens. it never is. but...he can at least try to keep his doom and gloom thoughts to himself because he recognizes that she feels bad for overstepping and that she's trying to make this a little better. he can also recognize that this weekend's events affected her, too, in a way that might be hard for others to fully understand. even if he isn't quite looking at her, at least he's able to continue the conversation. (and good call on not touching. it's a weird, fine line most days when he's not even sure he's fully comfortable in his own skin. ) ]
...that's a good way to put it. Tomorrow probably won't be as awful as this has been for everybody, and it at least means this isn't the last thing we'll have to deal with. Or something like that. [ ... ] It couldn't come sooner, honestly.
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[Oh, god. She wishes she could do more for him so badly. But if he would rather be alone, and maybe there's other people here he knows a little better — that nice Mizuki girl, maybe? — she ought to leave well enough alone.
Rosamund clears her throat and pats at her skirts. There's no hope at fixing them up, they're ruined beyond repair, but the gesture helps ease the awkward silence they now share.]
Make sure to get some rest tonight. All right? And hey, let's grab lunch sometime. Message me whenever. I mean it.
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...sure. We can do that sometime. It probably makes sense for all of us to get to know each other better, right? [ if they're all stuck. ] Until then make sure you rest up, too. We've probably got a lot to do tomorrow when we land.
[ but he will keep that in mind, actually. ]