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[Today is a terrible day! You do not know why it's a terrible day, but it is. Everything's ominous and you've probably walked into ten tables and door frames and couldn't find your favorite coat and perhaps even got robbed by a hobo. Either way, your luck is terrible! Enjoy it! Or not. Because it'll get worse.

Meanwhile in Michi's residence, a corpse has disappeared. Corpses do not usually get up and wander away. This one did and is found standing in the middle of the street staring at nothing. It is almost as terrible as your day is, and you simultaneously run away and get closer.

Both of these are terrible ideas, but there is no correlation between them whatsoever. You're silly to think that way! Go enjoy your terrible day! However you wish to.

But no really, to anyone who comes over there is nothing but terrible here. And up to three bingo squares. Have fun guys.]

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[OF TO HER HOUSE WE GO luckily her dad is out. But some of the maids sort of give him the stink-eye when she's not looking. They remember.

It doesn't matter though. She just sets a small section of the table and fixes both their plates -- no, no, the maids can't do anything she's got this :T -- and gestures for him to sit down across from her.]

... You gave Father quite a scare, as well.

[Whatever maids, the only thing he ruined was your clothes. He missed actual injuries on purpose, you're welcome.

And he does sit, but he also jabs at his food with the fork and stares out at nothing. Not mentally there except in the minimum.]

He hates me. Why should I care? Let him be afraid.

He doesn't hate you!

[Yes he does.]

He was quite upset at the concept of a man taking my virginity without proper courting, and later that he had killed you so violently, but I don't believe that he hates you at all!

[She doesn't mention the wife bits at all, which means she's either intentionally glossing over it or she doesn't know. But it's Michi. The only lies she's ever told on purpose were that she's happy, she's not afraid, she doesn't hate anyone, and that her name is Elaine.

This is not the kind of thing she'd lie about.]

Yes he does.

[He's not an idiot, Michi.

Normally he's hated for existing, and now he's added snapping her father's feelings in the process. It's hate. It's unconditional hate and he's okay with it.]

Be sure to tell him there's no hard feelings. He's free to do whatever.

Father is simply a bit overprotective.

If he were there at the time, it's likely that he would have killed Mr Liam as well.

Why? Liam's a useless idiot.

[Stab stab. No danger from useless idiots.]

He is under the assumption that I'm being courted.

...By him or me?

Mr Liam! He is aware that you're seeing someone -- he assumes that you're a rapist.

[Amongst other things. Rapist, general douchebag and shitty brat and horrible monster. Get away from his baby girl. :T]

[He's not going anywhere unless she tells him too, fuck you Dad.]

Haven't heard 'rapist' before. He doesn't realize I lied?

[... Poking at her food a little idly...]

He's aware. He, erm...

Because you lied so seriously, he feels as if you're the sort of person that is capable of such a thing. I did attempt to persuade him otherwise. You aren't that sort of person, and you have no romantic or sexual interest in me, besides!

We're only friends.

Hm. Anyone is 'capable' of it, so I am too. I choose not to.

[The tone is put-off and vaguely insulted. Rolling that sentence over a few times, that means he has morals. That's a hundred kinds of amazing and worth psychological research, but he derails the thought a moment later from prodding his breakfast.]

...Yeah. [Oh god he conceded to friends again screeeech-] Sorry for making you deal with that.

I know.

["You aren't a bad person" dies premature, before even reaching her tongue. It's just her pet theory, based on her opinions and what she's seen.

But she's barely seen anything yet. It can wait.]

Did you get what you wanted?

[Someday she'll be able to beat him admitting he's only a villain because the universe wants him to be. Until then, he stares blankly at her question.

It should be an easy 'yes'. But this wasn't done for his sake in the first place. It was hers. Theirs. And he's going to fail. Die for it probably. And Ajimu said she wouldn't save him when she used her

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why does she even call it that it's the worst skill name ever kljgljalga--staring at nothing again with a glare.] Yes.

Then it's all right! Please don't worry about me.

[Even though he'll do it anyway, she thinks. Because she doesn't think he's a bad person.

And because she's weak and useless and can't do anything but endure. Always making someone worry.]

I am happy to see you succeed, of course, so it is more than acceptable for me to make sacrifices in order for that to happen! I like you, Kumagawa!

Yeah.

[Shut up Michi's brackets, eventually you'll realize it's not her being weak and useless, but him being dumb about wanting to protect his posse.

And her going back into positive thinking at least means that moment of tsundokis over Ajimu goes right back into deadpan.] Who said I'm succeeding?

[No you shut up Kumagawa's brackets. Sometimes you just suck, and that's okay! Because you can't give up even though literally nothing matters at all and you'll never do anything right or be accepted by anyone outside of a handful of people and you're going to die alone and completely hated, if not forgotten. Good riddance, they'll say. Just a bad dream now.

But you can't give up because that's even scarier.]

You did! You've gotten what you wanted. That does constitute a success, doesn't it?

[Michibrackets, you are preaching to the choir. But he is allowed to believe he's going to lose when he is definitely going to lose. And there's nothing wrong with that! It means he doesn't have to worry about something so dumb as victory. Any and all actions are open to you! Raise hell in the process of your loss so your memory is never erased! Or something dumb like that.

Either way, he can be a loser without giving up. And the question gets a blank stare. It isn't what he wanted. It's what they wanted. What They wanted. And that's fine. Maybe he'll get what he wants someday. What She wants.

Normally he's better at lying. Perhaps having his personality snapped like this means his smiles are nowhere near as convincing as usual.] Yeah, I guess.

I won't accept "I guess."

[But she knows by now there's no point in starting an argument.]

... I'm sorry.

Are you feeling better?

Then don't.

[But it's all she's getting, going by the stare she gets. It breaks with a sigh and a faint smile. Only slightly more alive than the last one.]

Hah... Don't apologize. I'm fine.

I don't believe you.

You said that you weren't hungry, but you also --

[Fffrowning, she doesn't really want to say it but it proves her point but she sort of wants to forget about that for right now -]

-- said that you hated me. Although you're speaking with a more sincere tone, you are still lying.

[His presence still feels like something constantly warping, so it's hard to keep a focus on his expressions when it flares up. But, if she can keep focus through it enough, she might catch the tail-end of a wince. It fades after a bit. Dammit Michi, stop catching him on things you're not allowed to that only belongs to Her--]

I'm not lying.

[She catches it. Of course she catches it, with her natural-no it's learned-no it's natural endurance and the sight Liam gave her. SEE OR ACCEPT ALL THE FEELINGS. Except we've been over this. Her eyes are red, not gold.

But she turns her head away anyway. She doesn't want to look at him. Seeing his face reminds her of being hated and he makes her want to cry again. Emotions are hard. Where's the off switch? If she kills him, will that turn the feelings off?

She just. Pushes her plate aside and lies her head down sideways, on the table. The wood is pretty and polished and cold to the touch, but it doesn't really help.]

Do you like the scarf that I gave you? My knitting has improved since then.

[he's lying he's lying he's lying don't make that face Michi he's sorry forgive him he doesn't mean it he doesn't hate you he's afraid of you of people understanding him of friends feelings understanding others he's sorry he's sorry he's sorry-

This is why he's afraid of making her take a second bookmaker. Because she would read those above words. As of now, the only change is that his hands are folded in the table. The knuckles are locked into a pure white anxiety.] Yes. I still have it. It was well made for a beginner.

[KUMAGAWA YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND she has a complex over this no one's ever told her they hated her before. Especially not her friends! If he'd called her a monster or an abomination or whatever she'd still be pretty hurt, but she could understand that.

She's just. Going to close her eyes. It's like trying to cover gaping holes in a leaky bottle, but you've only got two hands. There's only so much you can do.]

It was awful.

I want to make a better one. I want to buy green yarn and make one for Mr Liam as well. And yellow yarn for Christopher.