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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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... Ah.

[A lover's quarrel. All her romantic advice comes from old people or unhealthy relationships or books, so. Not her thing.]

I understand. ... I'm sorry.

[A ghost of his previous smiles passes, and it's really hard to get the message behind it. It's a large part "yeah, tell me about it", with equal shots "shut up I'm aware" and "please kill me"]

Don't apologize. As your friend, I would never force you to suffer such irredeemable soul-sucking harpies.

If you would permit it, then I would do so. You are my friend, and I would rather you not suffer alone!

But you won't -- out of respect for your wishes, I no longer have any intention of doing so.

Good.

[It's better for her stress levels she doesn't get involved in 'that' anyway.] Stay inside and enjoy your day. I'll see you... sometime, I suppose.

Soon, rather than "sometime."

[And as if punctuating that, she actually just reaches to squeeze his hand, instead of hugging him. ... What would a friend say at a time like this?]

I am placing my faith in your ability to return alive, or at the very least resurrectable!

[She's placing her faith in you, dummy minus.]

...Soon.

[Those three ellipses are from the instinctive fear of running away from agreeing to see her shortly after this. But right. Stop the fear. They're both bad at friends and they can suck at it together.

And he smiles a bit. Not at what she says, but the implication behind it. It's a bit more familiar, playing out the same act with different players and a new stage, but it's blocked out with another image. And it works.

The back of her hand is kissed like a flawless gentleman, and the grin after is toxic and means it's entirely for jokes.] Then in return, I'll show you an impossibility becoming possible. One of these people who hate you so much and who you hate so much will resonate with you.

[He'll bring you a plus person to become your friend just watch him Ajimu fight him-]

[With a raise of her shoulders she tenses up suddenly -- tough to see from his position, but he should be able to feel it through his hand and lips. Which I almost accidentally typed very differently, oops. It's not his presence this time, if she minded the dread and various ickybads crawling beneath her skin and veins and muscles, she wouldn't have taken his hand to begin with.

No, this is nothing but the awkward tensing of a girl who's never been kissed anywhere, by anyone other than a relative.

But her tone is as even as it always is, nevermind the contrary body language.]

... I will become quite incensed, should you endanger yourself for my sake.

[SHE WILL GET ANGRY. And it won't take half an hour like it did earlier.]

[If he notices, he doesn't call her out on it. --Who are we kidding, he notices. But he drops her hand and rises like it never happened and the smile is Not Nice.]

It's not just for your sake.

[It's a very, very bad moment after. The feeling of his is drowned out when the world blacks out, and it's replaced with the same uncanny valley feeling she gives. Ice-white hair in blood red ties slip over one shoulder, and she looks up to a girl screwed down in seven places and her face is gone her face is gone-

"It's for all of us."

And the feeling's gone and reality snaps back, and the whole thing only lasts a split second. Between panels, he's at the door and firing off one last waved salute and disappearing around the corner.

They really are a perfect couple. They're both huge reality-warping assholes.]

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