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[After intense debate - a word which here means 'a lot of whining and pouting' - Erika got Zelos's permission to go talk to Willard. The only conditions were that Zelos be allowed to wait nearby and no fighting. Both very reasonable requests, really, considering the state Erika was left in after the last talk.

Right now, she has a theory. Will's been in a bad state and probably by this point doesn't even know what day it is or what events are going on. Probably he was at fault for the whole Dagon thing but that's not so surprising. More surprising is that it happened. And Mikado wants to talk to Will about it, meaning who knows what could happen, but Erika wants to check Will's mood first.

So Zelos gets to wait with some church ladies while Erika heads Will off. If she's right, he probably still was thinking he had to show up at Dagon at some point to check on her, too. Or he's just really out of it and who knows but either way, given everything that happened and Will's status, she figures her guess is spot on when she catches Will heading out.]

Willard, you're looking splendid as ever.

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[She groans and buries her face in her hands. Delete information. Delete information. Delete it, damn it. Ugh why won't it delete?! She can't get the mental image out oh god.

Must.

Bury.

Image.

Deep.

After a moment, she manages to look at Will without seeing. Anything. Weird...

Ugh.]

A-Anyway! Once it's finished healing, I want to see what it looks like. The finished product should be a very nice, straight scar.

[She starts rebandaging him as promised.] Do you want to see the ones you caused?

[There's nothing to guilt him in it. She sees no problem in sharing her new marks since he shared his.]

[There's a very small part where he wants to say 'like her nails?'. Thankfully for Erika, he doesn't. Simply sitting and letting her bandage his wound again.]

Your boyfriend's right there.

[Or else he'd hate himself for a bit here, even if she's not guilting, then say just because he knows she just wants rights to show off what she lived through.]

[She finishes clamping them back together with a small frown. But it would be fun to show them off. Though, it's true that Zelos might not appreciate her showing off her chest to Will.

Speaking of that.

Erika tugs his shirt back down.] Ah, that's right. Zelos asked if I've slept with you.

[He is still trying to remember how feelings work. And that suggestion gets the immediate reaction of him recoiling. It hurts and immediately curls into himself against the wall, but the expression doesn't leave.]

What?! Why w--No!! I would sooner shoot myself than be involved in your sex life!

[In a chain reaction of stupid, Erika bursts out laughing, which hurts, which means she ends up flopping over on the ground, curled up and still laughing.] I know! I told him that exactly! Ah, it was really funny, though. Really? Us? I think he might have been feeling a little jealous.

Jealous of what? The fact we're both insane?

[And Erika's point lost for nail jokes is immediately negated from the disgusted look on his face. Right before burying his face in his hand. Ugh, no, out out out.]

You didn't give him a red for that? What a dumbass.

Oh, I did. But he's not too impressed by the mechanics of our world.

[She shrugs. Haters gonna hate and all that. It remains hilarious either way.]

I guess it would be better not to aggravate things. It's a shame, since I wanted to show you them back if you showed me yours...

[She pauses, then brightens.] We could make new ones.

[You mean he rejects the mechanics of all realities? ...Well. Fine. He already knew he was a dumbass.]

I can see them later. [Really, it's not like they're going anywhere. And her idea to replace it earns her the exact look of a one he had while functioning at full existence.

Erika, did you turn autist or something?] Boyfriend. Right. There. I'm not beating you up again.

[Erika rolls her eyes. Silly Willard. Why would you jump to a conclusion like that? It's stupid.]

Do I look like I'm in a condition for that? Oh! Wait! I know! I've got it!

[She grins and sits back, arms folded.] Let's make a real red truth together, shall we?

I'm not ripping your fingernails off either.

[Angel oaths are horrifying.]

[Dryly.] I'm not in the yakuza. Though that's an idea... What about blood?

Thought that was what you meant. The nicest version of literal red is ripping your fingernail off and signing in it. [Nicest.]

No way! Don't you guys have blood oaths or anything like that?

No? If you're getting technical, we're all related. So they're pointless.

[She grins.] So I could be an angel in blood! Willard, we must strengthen our bond. It'll be fun.

[Intrinsically, he knows this is bad. But... Well. Humans have a long history of finding out someone's an angel and then proceeding to enjoy some first-hand body horror. Along the way, you find out a human taking an angel's blood doesn't really doo anything except get them a vial of blood. Good for you. Gold star.]

So you... want to drink my blood or something?

Gross! No, how about... ah! A proper blood oath. We create a scarring wound in the same spot on each other, mix the blood, then bandage each other. The best part is it means no secrets. You know the basics, right? No betraying, no lies, no sharing any knowledge gained with anyone else.

[The expression is still looking at her in culture-difference confusion until the secrets bit. Best part. ...Bad cat!]

You're going to use it to get anything you want out of me.

[She grins. Oh, like she's even going to bother denying it.]

Come on, Willard! It works both ways! And you aren't allowed to share that knowledge anyway.

And what am I going to ask? Information on the cult? Your sex life? How much does Bernkastel hate baths?

[He's just complaining simply over neurotic ingrained paranoia by this point.]

[She giggles. Oh god he's freaking out over nothing. How stupid.]

What could I possibly ask that would be so terrible?

[He's not freaking out, it's programming. And hey, she's earning feelings from his freaking out.]

I don't know. Something I'll hate you for when you ask it.

That's vague, Willard! [Sung in a way that says 'that's a shitty argument and you know it'] So come on. Why not?

[Yeah, he knows that was shitty defense. Sighing in irritation.] Ugh. Fine. Just don't cut my arm off.

[She sits back to consider it.] Well... if we're going to do this, it should be something worth having on our skin like that. Maybe a design?

[He's seen her duct tape. She's surprisingly good at gorgeous and intricate designs.]

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