homo: ylfa

[damp]

itp: rin desperately tries to look and ends up bullying a young girl

Comments

[damp]

Yeah. Maybe we'll learn more now that the Reapers are here too. They're in a weird place of not being players but still here.

[honkinbigteeth]

They don't seem like they would have signed up for this just because they enjoy watching people kill each other.

[damp]

[ yeah, well, hopefully not ]

Exactly. [ eats a meatball ] ... It's really messed up that if we vote for the wrong team, they have to pick who gets erased though.

[ he just went in a totally different direction but he has to establish that that's messed up ]

[honkinbigteeth]

...I hate that part too.

[damp]

Knowing that, and having that loom over our heads, I could barely focus in that last hour.

[honkinbigteeth]

If that ever happened to us, I wouldn't vote to sacrifice you or Haru. So don't worry about that.

[but that's sort of the problem.]

[damp]

[ . . . ]

Ylfa, I don't think either of us would ever vote for you or Gerard. [ well, maybe gerard, but he doesn't say that. ] I'm not worried about that.

I'm more worried about us volunteering ourselves.

[honkinbigteeth]

...I know.

[that doesn't surprise her at all.]

That's what I really hate to think about.

[damp]

[ he's silent for a long time after that, a little disappointed in himself for managing to rob ylfa of the determination that she usually carriers.

wordlessly, he picks up a meatball with a fork and offers it to her. ]

[honkinbigteeth]

[she takes a bite of meatball.]

...Thanks, Rin. I feel better already.

[damp]

Yeah? [ he smiles, taking one for himself ] Are meatballs your favourite?

[honkinbigteeth]

My favorite? Ooh, they're up there. They're pretty amazing.

[damp]

[ "Amazing"... ]

What else do you like?

[honkinbigteeth]

I'm a big baked goods and treats kind of gal. I may be a wolf, but I'm also a certified grandma's girl.

[damp]

Grandma's girl? [ help, he grins at that ] So you like baking?

[honkinbigteeth]

I liked baking with my grandma. We'd stay up late and make cookies.

[damp]

[ ylfa... ]

Maybe we could buy... an oven...

[honkinbigteeth]

An oven...? But we can just go to McDonalds.

[damp]

We're allowed to use theirs?

[honkinbigteeth]

No, but we can get food from there...

[damp]

I thought... we could bake ourselves.

[ how did he get it so wrong ]

Unless you don't like that?

[honkinbigteeth]

Oh. No...I do like to bake, but I don't want to make us buy a whole oven. I'm not even completely sure how to use one.