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I'M NORMALLLLL PLEASE DATE MEEEEE

[SUCH A WONDERFUL DAY! Full of snowbanks and sunshine and ~ROMANCE~. Victorian gents wander around with their ladies. Victorian hobos holler at prostitutes for discounts. Forgetful idiots swarm flower shops for last-minute attempts at getting flowers before they go home and get murdered by their wives.

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[Oh no.]

-- Are you separating? Has something happened?

[There's a brief moment here that he just wants to answer 'It's complicated' and dodge it like a boss.

Then he immediately remembers the last time Elizabeth mocked him for invoking a trope he didn't even catch and he facedesked for hours while Ajimu cackled on the floor.

No dodging today.]

「I PROMISED HER I WOULD KILL HER. TO DO IT, I TRADED MY SKILL FOR HERS. BUT TO MAKE EVERYONE UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER HERE, I NEED MY OLD SKILL. IN SHORT, I NEED TO TELL A GOD, TO HER FACE, THAT I'M BREAKING OUR PROMISE. AH, SHE'S GONNA BEAT ME TO DEATH, THIS SUCKS.」

[That last sentence sounds waaaaay too calm with getting beaten to death.]

... Do you enjoy the skill that you have now? You mustn't inconvenience yourself for my sake!

「HM? THIS WAS NEVER MY SKILL. IT WORKS OFF OF ONE OF AJIMU'S. IT'S JUST A TRADE-BACK! IT DOESN'T BOTHER ME!」

[The sparkle indicates that he really doesn't care, but it's hard to say when most of his presence is locked behind brackets.

Michi will master that game someday. In the meantime, ~Charisma~]

「BESIDES! I'M NOT DOING THIS FOR JUST YOU. IT'S FOR ALL OF YOU.」

If you're certain...

Then, how should I kill you? I've never done this before today.

「AH, I DON'T KNOW. I NEED TO BE DEAD FOR A WHILE, SO ANYTHING NEEDLESSLY CRUEL IS GOOD! AND NEAR A PLACE TO KEEP MY CORPSE. MAYBE NEAR A BROOM CLOSET OR A DUMPSTER?」

[High standards.]

I could, perhaps, mix a poison... or strangle you...? I'm afraid that cruelty isn't my forte...

Oh, but I could keep your corpse in my house!

「STRANGLING'S OUT. IT NEEDS TO BE A DEATH I DON'T SEE COMING. POISON WOULD WORK IF YOU DON'T TELL ME WHICH ONE YOU USED!」

[And the last part earns a blank stare. Then right back to normal, blushing a deep red and fidgeting with his fingers.]

「B-BUT MICHI-CHAN, THAT'S YOUR FATHER'S HOUSE! KIDNAPPING A PERSON'S LOVE AND LOCKING THEM IN THE BASEMENT IS THE KIND OF SEXUAL INSANITY I EXPECTED OF THE GERMANS! OR THE JAPANESE! I HAD NO IDEA YOU HAD SUCH WICKED THOUGHTS. NEXT YOU'LL BE WEARING MINISKIRTS AND GODIVA HAIR AND BEAT ME INTO A DESK! YOU'LL NEVER REPLACE MY LOVE!」

-- I don't have any intention of replacing Miss Ajimu! I simply thought that you would feel comfortable in my house...? I'm not a deviant! The miniskirts I did take into consideration, yes, but only for ease of movement!

「HA! THE JOKE'S ON YOU! YOU'VE SAID MY BODY ISN'T ME, SO WHY SHOULD YOU CARE WHETHER I FEEL COMFORTABLE OR NOT! I'LL BE DEAD!」

[This would almost be a victory in the argument, except it means he loses against her in the first thing they discussed today. Ah, he can never win, can he?]

「SERIOUSLY THOUGH, YOUR HOUSE OR CALL ELIZABETH. EITHER PLACE WOULD BE FINE. BUT DON'T GET IN TROUBLE ON MY BEHALF, OKAY?」

... When you wake up, it would be improper to do so in a broom closet, of all places.

Father won't mind, and Miss Helen will keep your immediate area clean!

[He's not around to mind and she'll make sad faces at the maid until she lets her keep her friend's dead body in their guest bedroom.]

The choice is yours! I could just as easily have you sent to your house.

[He'd say he's been corpsekept in broom closets before, but he's not that far forward in his canon. SO. Instead he actually holds a hand to his chin like he's thinking. Maybe he is! It's hard to say.

Except he is, because - while he doesn't want Elizabeth to worry - he knows she'd have a whole list of problems with what he wants to do and the list starts and ends with killing him with a book.

...

Fuck that.]

「...IF YOUR FAMILY DOESN'T MIND, I'LL TAKE SOME OF YOUR HOSPITALITY.」

All right.

... Though, the issue of how to kill you still remains.

「WE SHOULD ASK YOUR DAD!」

[This is the best idea.]

... Would Father know? All that I know of murder I've learned from our library, true, but...

「I CAN DRIVE HIM INTO A FURY AND HE'LL SNAP MY NECK. EASY!」

[...]

He would certainly have an easier time of that than me... is that really all right?

「I COULD TRY DRIVING YOU TO A BREAKING POINT, BUT THAT'D BE WORK. AND MORE IMPORTANTLY! I DON'T WANT TO FORCE YOU INTO DOING SOMETHING YOU DON'T WANT TO. YOU'RE THE RAPIST IN THIS RELATIONSHIP.」

-- I'm not a rapist!

[Wait]

-- And if you'd like to die, then I'm happy to kill you... I'm simply not a very skilled murderer!

「IT'LL BE PRACTICE FOR THE FUTURE! THINK OF ME LIKE A PRACTICE SHEET. I'LL ACCEPT ALL OF YOUR FEELINGS MICHI-CHAN!」

["I'll accept all of your feelings."

Her expression is not one he's ever seen on her face, and probably not one he'll ever see again. Blank as usual, but with the difference that she's finally stopped smiling.

At this point it may become apparent the smile never managed to reach her eyes anyway.

If she could take the hatred she's bottled up inside for eighteen years, and turn it to murderous intent, she'd have enough to keep them both going for years. It wouldn't take much. Pour all of her anger and her resentment, every ounce of negativity into snapping his neck quickly, before he can expect it. Or stabbing him, or killing him with the magic she's been fiddling with --]

[But just because she's stopped smiling, just because she's thinking of how to kill him, doesn't mean she's not the same Michi he fell in ~~like~~ ~~friendship~~ exceptionism with.

She just can't think of anything. So it turns into an intense staring contest instead.]

... Perhaps we should take you to see Father, instead.

[It's weird being around him now that Michi's filed under 'comrade in arms/STILL NOT USING THE F-WORD'. It means that, rather than plaster on her open faults and rip them further, he... doesn't. The bright smile that never meets his glazed eyes still there, arms crossed and waiting while she organizes herself.

The change between his smiles is obvious now. The ones that aren't genuine are a lot less toxic to face.] 「THE OFFER'S STILL OPEN! BUT IF YOU WANT TO KILL ME, DO IT BEFORE YOUR FATHER DOES. HE'LL BE THE LAST TIME.」

[The smile is wrong, but it's still the one that's perfectly okay with whatever choice she makes. Perfectly okay with everything right now. Excellent day.]

[

Okay let's retreat back behind the fake smile. Frowning feels weird. That's good, it should feel weird to do that. Frowning is bad.]

I don't believe that I can. I would like to be able to do that for you, of course, but I'm simply not strong enough. If there is a "next time," I will try my best then.

In that case, I suppose we should be leaving?

「HA HA! NO WORRIES, MICHI-CHAN! I KNOW THAT DAY WILL COME SOON ENOUGH!」

[Probably the day she gets smacked in the face with his presence so hard she becomes it and then (hopefully) smacks him back. I'll be awesome. It it happens.

Anyway-]

「LEAD THE WAY! AND PLEASE TELL YOUR FATHER I LIED AFTER HE'S DONE KILLING ME. I WOULDN'T WANT TO RUIN YOUR RELATIONSHIP.」

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