( well. it's been a dilly of a day, to say the least! between 20 questions with kokichi, checking on tsukasa and the meeting itself, aoi is already tired. but she doesn't know how long she'll be willing to talk about things. so eventually, when kokichi's out doing kokichi things, she's going to curl up on the couch beside rantaro. )
... How much have you put together? About me, I mean.
[ He puts an arm around her when she curls up next to him and rubs her shoulder in a comforting manner ]
I gather that you've done something to someone you care about that you're having trouble forgiving yourself for. You mentioned having experience with the supernatural and you were in rather... interesting clothing when you arrived, so I gathered you were likely wrapped up in some kind of ritual and that your hands and feet are the result of whatever happened with that.
[ He rattles this off easily, voice soft as though he was commenting on the weather. He's startlingly used to bullshit. ]
... Those are just observations though, I'm not sure how true they are.
( aoi is quiet for a while, watching exactly nothing outside the window. )
I was kidnapped by the local shinigami one night- due to the abundance of supernatural happenings as of late, and how violent they'd suddenly turned, he decided to recreate a ritual sacrifice to bar the supernatural from the Near Shore- the realm of the living.
Akane-kun- a friend of mine since I was three- tried to rescue me, you know. But by the time he got there, they'd already force-fed me a potion to make me compliant- all I wanted was for the ritual to succeed. So when he came for me... I tried to lure him into a trap. And when he avoided that, I was the one who held him in place so that he couldn't dodge the next blow.
( her voice cracks as he speaks, and pulls her knees close to her chest. )
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after the meeting, probably later in the evening - action
... How much have you put together? About me, I mean.
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[ He puts an arm around her when she curls up next to him and rubs her shoulder in a comforting manner ]
I gather that you've done something to someone you care about that you're having trouble forgiving yourself for. You mentioned having experience with the supernatural and you were in rather... interesting clothing when you arrived, so I gathered you were likely wrapped up in some kind of ritual and that your hands and feet are the result of whatever happened with that.
[ He rattles this off easily, voice soft as though he was commenting on the weather. He's startlingly used to bullshit. ]
... Those are just observations though, I'm not sure how true they are.
no subject
( aoi is quiet for a while, watching exactly nothing outside the window. )
I was kidnapped by the local shinigami one night- due to the abundance of supernatural happenings as of late, and how violent they'd suddenly turned, he decided to recreate a ritual sacrifice to bar the supernatural from the Near Shore- the realm of the living.
no subject
[ Not that he wants her to get sacrificed or anything, but this reeked of overcomplication and rescue missions gone wrong. ]
... It isn't your fault you were kidnapped, you know.
cw: drugging, attempted murder
Akane-kun- a friend of mine since I was three- tried to rescue me, you know. But by the time he got there, they'd already force-fed me a potion to make me compliant- all I wanted was for the ritual to succeed. So when he came for me... I tried to lure him into a trap. And when he avoided that, I was the one who held him in place so that he couldn't dodge the next blow.
( her voice cracks as he speaks, and pulls her knees close to her chest. )
He still told me he loved me.