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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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[... 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.

[It's a good thing her eyes are closed. Because it means she misses it. Michi leaks. He cracks. And it's a quick reflex to cover up the broken pieces and start trying to shove them back in place and he freezes up in one solid motion. His nails break the skin on the back of his hand.

Standing immediately, perfectly composed. Yes. Need to get back to work. Yes. Can't be a villain with feels.]

I'm sure you'll do fine. Excuse me. I- ['Have'. The word kind of cracks on the syllable, but he forces through it anyway-] have to get back. Good day, Michi.

[FLEE FLEE FUCK THESE FEELINGS HE'S DONE HE QUITS BYE GUYS--Wait no, turn and walk out casually. Chill as ice, yo.]

[.... Wait.

The cracking, the polite speech. Even being "honest" it doesn't sound like him at all. There is something very, very wrong.

So she gets up. If he's not fast enough she'll be trying to cut him off. If he is, she'll just catch up.]

-- Where are you going?

[He is not outright fleeing like he normally does. So she gets there first and he stands three feet away, staring out at nothing. Crimson beads well up at the puncture marks.]

I have a job to finish, Michi. Move.

[That last word is woven with his presence, like a command, strong enough to force a few thousand people to part like Moses' sea. ~~go break flee let him pass don't make him answer this again he's sorry just let him go~~ Standing perfectly composed. Totally cool here.]

[She winces, taking the full brunt of it, and it hurts a little like the sentence that started this mess to begin with.

But she just props herself up against the door.]

No!

-- Why are you running away from me? I'm not angry. I'm not angry with you. You are my friend. I like you. I am --

I -- don't know. I can't say for certain what is happening. Something is wrong with me. I don't know.

[As usual.]

But I don't hate you. I did tell you that when we first met. It is impossible for me to hate you. You and I are friends, so there isn't any need to run from me. Please don't run away from me! If I've upset you somehow, then I will do my best to right the situation, but --

[This is hard um

What would the real Michi say in this situation? The good one, who's cheerful all the time and doesn't have to deal with feelings or anything she hates she resents becoming this boy's friend sometimes she doesn't know what she's doing what is she supposed to do?]

... You've barely touched your breakfast. It's impolite to waste food, Kumagawa!

[Yes. Very smooth.]

["You haven't upset me."]

I'm not running.

["It's my fault, not yours."]

Nothing's wrong with you.

["I can't admit this. I'm sorry."]

So relax. Okay?

[Crimson beads leave stains on Michi's floor. This is proof that they're both amazingly smooth at feels.]

[Relax, he says. Easy for him to say, he doesn't have to deal with feelings. He knows how to handle his. She's just -- stupid and worthless and that's why no one likes her, isn't it? So she looks down at her feet, and that's when she notices it.

Yes. Yes good. A distraction.]

... You're bleeding.

[He is supposed to be honest he is supposed to be honest-- but it's still a completely unconscious movement that gets his hand to shoot behind his back. It's proof of his stupid and he's not showing it.]

I'm fine.

What did you do? If you leave your wound untreated, there is a relative possibility of infection.

Accident. ...But if you're worried, I can go clean it.

[Don't be fooled Michi, he will be using the moment he's out of sight range to flee like a coward.]

[She's not stupid, geeze.]

I'll do it.