the one with junpei;

[oraculi]

someday i'll put gifs or something here but not right now!!

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week one trial; immediately afterwards

[oraculi]

[Shockingly, he isn't scrambling to get out once the trial's done and the doors open. Instead: his pace is slow and measured, his eyes unfocused as he stares ahead. Numb, or at least doing a very good job of faking it.

And though he wants to go to his room, first he goes to the lounge, because of course he does.

He turns when he hears footsteps, though he knows the likelihood of a murder happening now is minimal. That attitude fades as he takes in who it is.]

You did good in there.

week 2, post trial

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You've got a job around here. A role, whatever.

[He says it the second they're in private. Sorry if you're having emotions, Junpei! Sorry you hit a girl with a stick seconds before she was declared guilty! Put that shit away! It's time to talk now.]

I'm not asking. I'm confirming it.

W3, MONDAY;

[crashout]

[Wherever Haymitch is on Monday, he'll probably find one (1) Junpei Tenmyouji walking around with a cup of coffee in his hand and a book under his arm. But upon seeing him, there's a nod and he even slows down to say hello.]

From one hellish week to another. [Morning.] How are things?

[It's polite enough, but also a gauge of what Haymitch might be thinking.]

week three, wednesday night

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[Wednesday night, and it's been a full twenty-four hours since he's been back, but they've been awful ones. He's sickly pale, the line of his mouth thin. He walks with a limp, favoring his right leg, moving slowly before knocking at Junpei's door.]

Let me in.

W6, Friday;

[crashout]

[Well...whatever bar Haymitch inevitably finds himself in, he won't see anything so much as hear...something. There's the clink of bottles from behind the bar, a small sound of glass against glass, and also...a cough? Hm.

He hasn't realized anyone else entered the room but here he is, the world's unluckiest person this week.]