[ah my sweet koharu. Join me at the beach, sat in the sand looking into the waves. He does have a bottle of liquor with him but respectfully has kept it corked. Maybe later.]
...Seems we can leave after all. Just not the way we expected.
[It could be a bitter joke. It sounds too weary to be even that.]
[He looks down at his knees, mouth thinning. There's a lot he wants to rail on about. Just not a lot he can say in front of a sweet teenage girl. Not in the wake of a death.
A death. In Heaven. Jesus fucking Christ.]
I think maybe...it's best none of us stray too far alone for a while. Until we get the angels back on the line. With answers, this time.
He'll look to her, expression softening, and then put a hand to her shoulder. Give it a little squeeze. It's affection week but also, look at what a ripe mess they're in.]
[He holds a moment. Then lets her go, hand and eyes retreating to the safety of his lap.]
...I also think, grim as it may be, that we should expect to get less answers than we hope to receive. Whether it'll be on purpose or not, I just...oh I don't know. Too much about it is too fishy. The way we were all locked up, and fell asleep. That she wouldn't have woken anyone before wandering off. That the angels seem surprised too...
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...Seems we can leave after all. Just not the way we expected.
[It could be a bitter joke. It sounds too weary to be even that.]
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[He looks down at his knees, mouth thinning. There's a lot he wants to rail on about. Just not a lot he can say in front of a sweet teenage girl. Not in the wake of a death.
A death. In Heaven. Jesus fucking Christ.]
I think maybe...it's best none of us stray too far alone for a while. Until we get the angels back on the line. With answers, this time.
Okay Koharu?
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I won't go anywhere by myself. I promise.
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He'll look to her, expression softening, and then put a hand to her shoulder. Give it a little squeeze. It's affection week but also, look at what a ripe mess they're in.]
Thanks. Sorry for being an old man about it.
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[ She inhales, then exhales slowly, in an attempt to straighten herself out—for all the good it does. ]
You're right. We don't know what happened, so...
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[He holds a moment. Then lets her go, hand and eyes retreating to the safety of his lap.]
...I also think, grim as it may be, that we should expect to get less answers than we hope to receive. Whether it'll be on purpose or not, I just...oh I don't know. Too much about it is too fishy. The way we were all locked up, and fell asleep. That she wouldn't have woken anyone before wandering off. That the angels seem surprised too...
It's not lining up. Not at all.
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You were locked somewhere, too?
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[He pauses.]
About eleven people all had the bright idea to wash up before bed, and then the door locked shut behind us. Charlie included.
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[Eleven of them in fact!!]
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[Oh man. He blows out a breath and feels more than just a little sorry for the poor girl.]
That's bad luck. I'm sorry, that would have got me antsy, too. Even without knowing what was coming.
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