My Self-SummarySince the Interastral Peace Corporation wouldn’t mean much to most people here, let’s just say I help people all over the universe. I love what I do, but I’m usually a lot busier than this.
I’m not sure what to do with all this free time on my hands. Let’s be friends.
My Future Plans
Having fun, I guess? I feel like anything bigger than that might end up ruined.
My Talents
Business Operations, Investing, Animal Care and Video Games.
Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food
Math and Science textbooks, Business reports, stock market analyses. No opinions on the other stuff.
My Ideal Partner
Someone who values trust, honesty and clear communication. This is at the foundation of any good business partnership.
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[And he heard the victim was someone with a death wish.]
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[ it's such a hard question to answer: He wanted to know if people could die For Science and definitely entered got a "Find Out" era for it. And he suffered. She saw the consequences of his revival; how flowers obstructed his lungs and his awful, dingy rank 2 suite reeked of blood.
And he's not there now. And they've gotten closer, but is he "alright?" The way her face looks says she isn't sure but, she'll still say: ]
They're pretty resilient. I'm not sure how the recent murder makes them feel, though. They have little regard for their own well-being, but will do anything to avoid others getting roped into their troubles.
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[Well, the resilient part. The "little regard for their own well-being part.]
Honestly, I worry about Leo-kun for similar reasons. He doesn't care enough about his well-being, either. So if he met someone like that—
[... wait. Something doesn't add up again and he blinks.]
By "recent murder," you mean Kirma-kun's?
[He still... doesn't get... that it was Kirma's stabby boyfriend who died the first time around.]
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And yeah, that's what I meant: The person I know what the first, Kirma is the second. They're connected by some kind of tight relationship. It's tight enough that Kirma feels willing to do a favor that benefits me for them, even though I barely know Kirma.
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They're not dating.
[Another pause.]
... are they?
[That poor first murder victim can't be the stabby boyfriend.
... it can't be, right??!]
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They live together, so prolly?
[ she has no frame of reference for dating. ]
What do... people who date... do? Aside from the going on dates part?
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In this cursed timeline, her questions don't even register. The second she confirms Kirma and the first murder victim are "prolly" together, his brain short-circuits.]
You're kidding...!
[Time to break out the Bukubu icon!]
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[ why does he look so horrified?]
Is... is that bad???
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... no. That isn't right. The Hearts game and the chest wound came later. Kirma's boyfriend had already died and come back to life before then. Kirma kidnapped Esikko, the boyfriend slashed his chest...
... the boyfriend slashed someone who brought him to the hospital?
It doesn't make sense. He thought the boyfriend slashed Esikko out of jealousy over Kirma, or because he was simply insane. But now another, even more inelegant motivation occurs to him. He doesn't want to believe it. But if it was revenge—
No.
He doesn't want to think about this anymore.]
..... sorry.
[He sounds extremely beaten down.]
I shouldn't have asked for ice cream. I'll treat you next time to make up for it.
[He's only had a bite of his, but he's going to toss the rest. He starts heading for the classroom door.]
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She gets up and follows him out the door. ]
Don't apologize.
Hey, um... why don't you teach me some dance moves, since we're here?
[ she's terrified of what he'd do if she left him alone the way he is now. ]
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He does stop when she calls out to him, looking back over his shoulder. His eyes blink.]
Now?
[He normally wouldn't be opposed. But he's holding ice cream and he isn't feeling dancey. At least her question surprises him enough that it chases away some of the gloom, though...]
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[ she sees the cone still in his hand and notes his hesitation. Leading by example, she throws her own ice cream in the nearest trash can. ]
Let's go find a practice room for that, okay?
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He nods and plasters a smile on. The ability to smile no matter the circumstance is an idol's great weapon!]
If that's what you want, then sure ♪
[He'll throw his own cone away and leave. With her, not alone to go brood.]
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Yeah. I did a little partner dancing a while back... I wasn't good at it at all.
[ While the intent is to further push him into the position of authority on the subject, her anecdote is not a lie. She was awful and clumsy, and her partner was just as unschooled, but that didn't matter... ]
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Oh~? ♪ Then we'll start with some simple steps! But who was that with? Your boss-slash-partner?
[Teasing about her love life sounds like an excellent distraction. After all, it's not like her boss-slash-partner is also Kirma's boyfriend and the first murder victim. He remains blissfully ignorant about that, at least.]
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[ Please. She remembers the clumsy spins in the dark, out of sync and far from graceful. But the double she was dancing with was the embodiment of chaos.
Hiyori is someone she can trust enough to tell the truth to. She makes an awkward noise of consideration before deciding on: ]
Kind of. [ So helpful ]
You remember those weird paintings that were around, right? His double was the one who danced with me.
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"Kind of"? ... ah, you mean those doppel things?
[His smile becomes strained. Yep, his mood just dropped again!]
Those were a pain. [...] But I guess some of them weren't so bad. Your partner's wanted to dance with you, huh?
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His seemed more interested in the real one's happiness and left on his own.
But I think if he tried to take over Aventurine's life, he wouldn't like doing things the IPC way.
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[If only his own had done the same...]
Hope he didn't get any paint on you!
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Her steps falter, as a faint blush dusts her cheeks. ]
No, it... it was fine. Everyone was safe, anyway. And I got to kind of see my place back home again, even if it wasn't the same.
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"Safe"? What was safe? What does that mean?
...]
So you got to see home again!
[He brushes past it with another plastered-on smile. He knows people were sleeping with the dopppelgangers (take a wild guess how he knows), but he's choosing not to think about it in her case. It's jumping to conclusions! And he doesn't want picture her washing paint out of her—
Well, anyway!!!]
That was interesting, wasn't it? I got to see a few different worlds. I didn't expect the landscapes to have weather, though. One of them was so cold—
[He stops.
He remembers stepping into that frigid landscape alongside Esikko's doppelganger, trying to shield his child self from the cold. Remembers talking about it afterwards, teasing Esikko and calling his child self "cute." His stomach twists again, throat feeling tight.]
... anyway, here's the practice room.
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I mean, it was kind of like home but not really. It was dark, I could see Qlipoth's Amber Wall and Pier Point, but none of my cuties were there, so it felt lonely.
Otherwise, it was a perfect replica of my place, right down to my mattress on the living room floor.
[ in her love for animals, she has sacrificed her master suite to sleep on the floor of her own home. ]
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Well, that's still something, anyway.
[A piece of home, like how he got his phone back.
He opens the door to the practice room and holds it for her. Then he pauses, his brain catching up to him.]
... you slept on just a mattress? [His brows raise.] Surely your company pays a bit better than that, no?
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Oh, I've got money— and savings, stock options and usually quarterly bonuses— [ except for one little setback, but she's working on that. ] I just didn't see a point. It's got sheets and a blanket, which is all I really need. I'd rather use the room I had keeping my cuties comfy.
[ surely that's fine, right? ]
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Though that still sounds a bit weird.]
As long as it's your choice. It's better than sleeping in your office, anyway.
[Unlike Anzu sometimes!!]
Your suite as an Ace must be absolutely huge, no? That must have been an adjustment if you're used to living the simple life.
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