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Yep. And that's why she framed Tamamo. If that frame job would've worked out, no one else would've had to die that week.
[She nudges him again, harder this time.]
See where I'm going with this?
[She nudges him again, harder this time.]
See where I'm going with this?
. . . she tried to throw you under the bus because she'd protect you. Theoretically.
[ALLEGEDLY. He stares at nothing for a few seconds, his chest rising and falling as he tries to think. Does he trust that? No. But it does help him ease up on that murdering plan.]
Some plan.
[ALLEGEDLY. He stares at nothing for a few seconds, his chest rising and falling as he tries to think. Does he trust that? No. But it does help him ease up on that murdering plan.]
Some plan.
[Oh my god she throws her hands up.]
I have hard fucked you twice in the span of, like, five hours. How are you still this wound up?
[Did she strategically time this conversation? Hm.]
Lay the fuck back down or, so help me, I will fight you.
I have hard fucked you twice in the span of, like, five hours. How are you still this wound up?
[Did she strategically time this conversation? Hm.]
Lay the fuck back down or, so help me, I will fight you.
[He glares at her. She knows the reason he's so wound up, or she should: he's worried about her. He's terrified one of these nights he's gonna look away for two seconds and find her body, and she'll be number forty-three-- god, no, more than that. Forty-seven, if you include his brother and mother. His girlfriend. Maysilee. Just another person he'd let down and couldn't keep alive.
She doesn't get it. Or maybe she doesn't want to, and who could blame her? But shit like this gets his nerves humming, because it's shit like this that so quickly leads to corpses.
He exhales heavily, but finally lays back down. Shifts to make room for her, so she can rest against him again.]
What the hell are you gonna do to fight me, Katy-Kat, punch me in the arm?
[It's not quite what it should be, but it's an attempt, at least, quiet and rumbling.]
She doesn't get it. Or maybe she doesn't want to, and who could blame her? But shit like this gets his nerves humming, because it's shit like this that so quickly leads to corpses.
He exhales heavily, but finally lays back down. Shifts to make room for her, so she can rest against him again.]
What the hell are you gonna do to fight me, Katy-Kat, punch me in the arm?
[It's not quite what it should be, but it's an attempt, at least, quiet and rumbling.]
[She notes the glare, and she gets it but she also doesn't, in the same way that she knows him well enough by now, but she can't always relate or understand. He's paranoid, and not without reason. Katy doesn't wholly trust Edelgard herself. It's hard to trust most anyone these days, even though she knows she needs to.]
Oh, I could take you.
[She says it lazily as she settles against him, this time curling up against his side as she worms her way under his arm. She passes him the cigarette: a reward, but also, he could use it. Her clamshell is discarded off to the side for now.]
Edelgard can do the same thing Escha could, so hey, that's another role found. Do you know how Escha's role worked? That could be why Edelgard wanted to fuck me out of the blue last week.
Oh, I could take you.
[She says it lazily as she settles against him, this time curling up against his side as she worms her way under his arm. She passes him the cigarette: a reward, but also, he could use it. Her clamshell is discarded off to the side for now.]
Edelgard can do the same thing Escha could, so hey, that's another role found. Do you know how Escha's role worked? That could be why Edelgard wanted to fuck me out of the blue last week.
No idea. Figure she had to say it sometime Saturday night, though. Maybe she figured if you got enough votes, she could step in and yank out outta it. Or sleep with you, some bullshit like that.
[He drags his fingers against her arm, savoring the simple comfort, as he sucks on that cigarette. He really can use it.]
[He drags his fingers against her arm, savoring the simple comfort, as he sucks on that cigarette. He really can use it.]
Mm. Could be... How does yours work? When do you get to know who fucked who?
Tuesday night, Chuuya grabs us and brings us to a room. Used to be just me and him, but now Junpei, Taako, and Kagachi are there too. They have us--
[Again he grimaces, but it's fine.]
--do exactly what you'd expect they'd have us do to a toy, then we get to know when the toy, uh, finishes. It writes it out in some kinda fluid.
[Again he grimaces, but it's fine.]
--do exactly what you'd expect they'd have us do to a toy, then we get to know when the toy, uh, finishes. It writes it out in some kinda fluid.
[HEY, WHAT?]
Well, that's disgusting, fuck.
[But... moving on. She's not about to press on what's clearly a sore spot. And anyway, she was going somewhere with this.]
So, you pick who you're checking up on well before trial. Edelgard's role likely works the same way. It'd be too useful if she got to choose in the moment. The demon's not gonna give us something that valuable.
Well, that's disgusting, fuck.
[But... moving on. She's not about to press on what's clearly a sore spot. And anyway, she was going somewhere with this.]
So, you pick who you're checking up on well before trial. Edelgard's role likely works the same way. It'd be too useful if she got to choose in the moment. The demon's not gonna give us something that valuable.
[She huffs out a breath.]
Don't get me wrong: I am not cool with how that played out. I told her as much. She knows better than to fuck with me again, you'll be pleased to know.
[...]
That said, I can see her logic. I don't agree, but I can see it, and I can't say I wouldn't have the mind to do the same if I were in her shoes... Though I'd make some edits.
Don't get me wrong: I am not cool with how that played out. I told her as much. She knows better than to fuck with me again, you'll be pleased to know.
[...]
That said, I can see her logic. I don't agree, but I can see it, and I can't say I wouldn't have the mind to do the same if I were in her shoes... Though I'd make some edits.
You're damn right you would.
[A beat, and he sighs, a long breath that has her rising and falling as she leans against him.]
I know what you mean. But I don't like the way she went about it, and I don't like that she picked you. And I don't have to be fair about it, or her.
How'd you fix it so she won't fuck with you?
[A beat, and he sighs, a long breath that has her rising and falling as she leans against him.]
I know what you mean. But I don't like the way she went about it, and I don't like that she picked you. And I don't have to be fair about it, or her.
How'd you fix it so she won't fuck with you?
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Pfft. I'm not gonna give away all of my secrets. And whatever the two of you've got against each other is your business, but I'm not about to turn away an ally. Desperate times, Haymitch.
[She tilts up to stare right back. What? Fight her.]
Course I'm serious. I don't like her either, and I fully back you and your beef. I'm not saying we gotta tangle with her like we did Beck, but where trials are concerned? She pulls this again, I'm inclined to follow her lead.
Course I'm serious. I don't like her either, and I fully back you and your beef. I'm not saying we gotta tangle with her like we did Beck, but where trials are concerned? She pulls this again, I'm inclined to follow her lead.
[She quiet for a long moment, teeth worrying at her lip as she tries to decide whether or not he's telling the truth. But then she nods, easing herself back to where she was sitting. With that little outburst out of the way, the pain seeps back into focus. Throwing herself at him like that came with a price.]
It's not that bad, right?
[Her fingers move to the clawmarks at her throat.]
It's not that bad, right?
[Her fingers move to the clawmarks at her throat.]
Don't touch.
[It's gently scolding.]
I'd be real surprised if it scars. We'll clean em, wrap em up . . . you take it easy this week, they oughta heal pretty well by next Saturday.
[He definitely is going to regret this, he definitely should clean this and take care of it now, but nonetheless he climbs into bed after her, urging her to lie back and rest a little.]
Coulda been a lot worse. You'll be okay.
[It's gently scolding.]
I'd be real surprised if it scars. We'll clean em, wrap em up . . . you take it easy this week, they oughta heal pretty well by next Saturday.
[He definitely is going to regret this, he definitely should clean this and take care of it now, but nonetheless he climbs into bed after her, urging her to lie back and rest a little.]
Coulda been a lot worse. You'll be okay.
[Crap.]
Oh, come on, it's not that deep. I talked her out of it like I said I would. You can call off the dogs.
Oh, come on, it's not that deep. I talked her out of it like I said I would. You can call off the dogs.
Try again.
[It's not that he can read her so well, but sometimes you have to pull on a thread you think might just unravel.]
You aren't modest. You told me word for word what you told her when you were defending me. Suddenly you're all shy about your conversation?
[oh wait no he super knows her, KATY]
[It's not that he can read her so well, but sometimes you have to pull on a thread you think might just unravel.]
You aren't modest. You told me word for word what you told her when you were defending me. Suddenly you're all shy about your conversation?
[oh wait no he super knows her, KATY]
[STOP.]
...Well, you know, I just told her not to come after me again.
[that's it that's the end of the story.]
Firmly.
...Well, you know, I just told her not to come after me again.
[that's it that's the end of the story.]
Firmly.
[She grumbles and shrugs her shoulders helplessly.]
What? I really did just talk to her! Excuse me for not expecting John Wick over here to call off the revenge murder over one pleasant conversation.
What? I really did just talk to her! Excuse me for not expecting John Wick over here to call off the revenge murder over one pleasant conversation.
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