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[usarinpa]

you know what to do.

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👁️ charm ↓ ⇁ voice ⇁ video ⇁ text* * voice-to-text

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[usarinpa]

[ ...........What if. What if she just adopted every stray in Aldrip just so that he can't get to them? What if she took them all to Astralin's farm?

Shut up, Mizuki, he's still trying to bait you. ]

if you stop using his name i'll actually think about it. [ Right now, it's probably just some default gibberish based on her first and last name. ]

[parasaito]

[Oh. There's a low chuckle as his voice softens, mockingly.]

Does it still bother you? That I'm pretending to be someone I'm not? That I'm trying to be him for your sake, in his absence?

[Such a bittersweet lie. At this point, he's not even trying anymore; just pretending to be when it's convenient, all to get under her skin.]

How about we do it the other way around? You change yours first, then I'll change mine.

[This is a game they've played before, though, isn't it?]

→ un: adorabbit

[usarinpa]

[ ......

Yeah, they've definitely been down this road. That aside, trusting him has never led anywhere she wants to be. So why should she? She'll change it, alright. She won't say anything, though. When Saito eventually checks, he'll see that she's changed her handle display to adorabbit. ]

[parasaito]

[She might not be so surprised that Saito's next message comes only a couple of minutes later. He's totally not bored. It's just that she provides better entertainment than most things he can currently do without having to mind some kind of unpleasant side effect waiting in store.

She only has herself to blame, right?!]

... Wow, ever heard of this "adorabbit" person on the network? They are so rude, last time I messaged them they left me on read.

[usarinpa]

[ Ah, there he is. Mizuki thinks about leaving him on read again, but maybe she needs a little break from farmwork. ]

wow, it's almost like you should leave them alone or something.

[ Imagine that. ]

[parasaito]

[Now is the perfect time to use his "Date being a freaking loser" voice.]

But they were the one who told me "we could've been friends"! Friends don't ignore each other, do they?

[usarinpa]

i'm still talking to you, aren't i?

[ Against her better judgement. ]

and we could've. in another life.

[parasaito]

Are you, really? I don't hear your voice.

[Deadpan.]

You mean in another life where you didn't kill me?

[usarinpa]

[ There is a long pause, and it almost works. Her finger hovers over the button, but she shakes her head. Is she being cowardly, or smart? It's hard to see the difference right now. ]

among other things.

[parasaito]

[Oh no, so his smooth voice and manipulation skills aren't working on her this time? Her skin has thickened a good deal since his impersonation was exposed, he'll give her that much.

The video feed that remained open, previously stationary on the portrait of the late cat as though forgotten, now moves as he walks across the room. Although small, this new house sure is a breath of fresh air, and much quieter than the rooms at the inn. She can probably even hear his footsteps against the floor as he approaches a small table where a few objects she certainly is familiar with lie: the knife that was used as the murder weapon, the Evolver along with some rounds, his parchment and... Date's police ID.]

... You know, friends don't keep trivial secrets from each other like this.

[usarinpa]

[ ...Ah. So he still has the knife. She kind of regrets not taking it with her now, though she really wasn't thinking straight that night in the forest. She is tilting her head curiously at the police badge... What could he have been doing with that? Well, besides sullying Date's name here. ]

what secrets? and why do you have that?

[parasaito]

You tell me. You're the one not being very honest here. How am I supposed to become a better friend if you're not very clear about what these "other things" are?

[The camera will then zoom in on the photograph on the badge.]

Oh, this? Well, it has my face on it. Why should I not have it?

[Never mind the name underneath his face isn't his? But who cares?]