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Kiss of Life
Who: Aira, Amami & anyone who hits me up
What: Catch-all
When: November
Where: Around
Warnings: TBA
What: Catch-all
When: November
Where: Around
Warnings: TBA
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kagehira
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Haha, nope. Don't worry, Rika-chan, you're the only one.
( it's not like there's a lot of girls around to invite, but he wouldn't want to anyway.
though yeah, honestly, he doesn't really want to let go of her to go look. a rock is fine? but it's also inconvenient, so maybe she's right; glasses would give him both hands, so maybe that wouldn't be so bad after all. he looks a bit dissatisfied as he thinks this out, but with a huff, he'll take that free hand of his to clasp it over hers so he can hold it as he makes his way over to the shelf that has her things tucked away. even getting there, he kind of glances reluctantly before he moves to let go, unable to help but feel like if he lets her out of his sight for even a moment, she'll disappear again.
with some shuffling through the little cabinet though, he does wind up finding the glasses, going on ahead to try them on and see if they work with a glance beside him. )
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she doesn't regret jumping in to protect a friend. she only regrets failing.
waiting for him to put on the glasses, she smiles as he glances down towards her, and wraps her arms around his waist, properly this time, clinging on. she's merely a phantom, cold to the touch, cold everywhere, but he's warm, still, somehow — she closes her eyes and buries her face in his chest, telling herself not to waver but she already is. )
Sorry... ( for dying. for being stupid. for coming back, like a past to haunt you, despite knowing how selfish this must be. ) ... 'm sorry.
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a little quicker than he'd expected, but he's hardly going to turn away when he feels cool arms wrap around him. he'll face her properly, loop his arms around her in turn, and smile as he glances down to her. it's not the same distant-friendly mask that would normally adorn his features, mind you. it's bitter, and sad, and there are a dozen shades of guilt and apology layered in, but there's still an honest warmth underlying it. the sweet comes in fondness, and maybe a little bit amusement despite himself. )
You could've told me you were going, y'know...
( his words are soft, but while his voice is coloured with patience and understanding, it's still an audible admission of defeat.
she's dead, and even now there's nothing he can do to change that — but then again, so is he. in the end, she's still here. she's not gone yet, to some place too far for him to follow, or to somewhere he can't bring her back from. the proof is soft and cool right under the tips of his fingers, and he holds her as tight as he can manage. it's not all that tight, and maybe she can tell his breathing is a little thin as he rests his chin on the top of her head, but it's fine. this is fine. with a soft exhale, he runs his fingers lightly through her hair.
... )
Do you want to come back?
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she'd love to say that death is peaceful; that it's some sort of a reprieve from the pain, and in a way, maybe it is, but that's simply because it's nothing at all. no peace, but no chaos, either; no pain, no joy. nothing. maybe the emptiness still beats suffering — she wouldn't know; at the end of the day, death isn't something she'd imagined it'd be, having lived most of her life idealizing and romanticizing the concept.
it's disappointing, is the conclusion she comes to. or maybe it's just a form of punishment for bad people; for the fact that she'd tried to take her own life before. maybe something better awaits the good and righteous, but —
... well, that'll never be her. )
Hmmm... ( she hums, thoughtful, leaning into his touch. his fingers thread through her hair, and she thinks coming back might be worth it just to feel his touch properly again. ) Are you gonna tell me you got some kinda rock for that, too?
( pfft — )
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Just might, if you'd be up for it.
( maybe not here, and maybe not now, but he could find one. it's not impossible. even if it was, it'd give him something to do — trying. a pastime until she can find her own way back, like clamor, like chiaki, and keeping himself busy would make the time it takes feel shorter if nothing else. he'd have liked it if she said yes, but...
yeah, if he really thinks it through, it's pretty selfish of him to put her on the spot like that. it's not like there's much in terms of selling points, in a place like this. limited resources, limited movement, murder and mystery and an expectation to play along with games they still don't know the rules to. of course it was better with her here, but maybe, whatever it's like where she's gone next, it's better there for her; he doesn't fault her for the deflection. )
... Anyway, it's fine. Not a big deal if you don't, and I can hardly complain when you came all this way to visit me.
( that, he thinks, is already more than he could have asked. leaning back to draw apart from her, he meets her eyes a little expectant, a little hopeful. )
How long can I have you for — do you know?
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... well, most of what there is to know, regarding her own views on living, dying and being stuck somewhere in-between. but there's something he doesn't know, and it's her desperate, all-consuming want to be saved. just once, just to see whether she deserves it — and why wouldn't she? what do others have that she doesn't? she thought dying will save her; she was wrong. but maybe living... maybe living would be the answer. there's no need to leave him with this heavy a burden, though, so she stays quiet; looks down, at her own feet, wondering.
this place sucks, yeah. but being without him sucks more. back home sucked because... because it did, and she was alone, but if she wasn't — the moment she wasn't — she suddenly didn't think living was that hard at all. )
Hum, hum... no idea! I think I'm just here to haunt you for like, the Halloween time, y'know, but I could be wrong. ( she doesn't even know what made her snap back into consciousness, or anything. no useful information to share regarding her current state. ) And haunt you I will! Boo!
( is he scared yet? no? )
Look what I can do!! ( untangling herself from him for a second, she reaches towards a jar standing on the desk — full of... some lamps, she thinks, whatever — and promptly shoves it right off, watching it break on the floor.
... )
Cool, right? ( this is the equivalent of a child telling you to look at them and doing a lame dance move and running away )
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for now, he'll let her pull herself away from him, even if he's a bit reluctant about doing so. it would be... weird, if he insisted he wanted to stay like that, so it's fine. he'll watch. at first, he wonders if it'll be something cute. then he's realistic, and understands that she'll probably make some kind of trouble. still, when she actually shoves the poor little jar of lights off the desk, he feels like he watches it shatter against the ground in slow motion. even after it hits, he just kind of... stares at it.
... )
Ah...
( disbelief, maybe? either way, he's going to have to clean that up, huh... his eyes linger on the shards of glass scattered across the floor, and he kind of doesn't want to have to go get the broom right now of all times. not when he knows this is such a limited opportunity. there's a brief pause, and he gives a bit of a sigh. )
C'mon, Rika-chan, we don't have all the time in the world then. Isn't there something you'd rather do than break my stuff?
( they do officially have one (1) old horror flick now, maybe she'd like that. amami doesn't particularly mind what they do (destruction of property aside), as long as he gets to have her presence there. there are things, of course, some things that he'd like more than others if he gets the chance, but beggars can't be choosers. for now, he's just going to look at her with this kind of tired, exasperated feeling to him; nothing too frustrated, but enough that maybe she'll get the idea. )
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I was hoping to break your stuff all night, so I didn't think of a backup plan... ( is this a joke?
yeah, but also not really —
she doesn't know what she wants to do, honestly. there's a lot of things, most of them impossible, but as long as she gets to hang out with him, she's not very picky. she came here to... well, what did she come here for? to see him, to talk to him, to tell him something she never did, but now she's determined to — this time, before she leaves, she'll definitely — )
Well! ( she claps her hands, and looks around. ) What is there to do? You're the one who knows the room, so you plan the date!
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( please, the cool ghost stuff would probably be so much more impressive if he wasn't wearing the ghost seeing glasses right now. as things stand, he kind of has to navigate around the shards of glass scattered across the floor now if he wants to make it over to the side of the bed to sit down. )
Well a lot of the things I can think of, I'm not sure what you'd be able to do, but... we could watch a movie. Go outside for a bit, or go swimming, take a nap.
( he won't admit it, but he is a little bit partial to that last one. he's hardly been sleeping well, something only made worse when even the lightest sounds in the night have him opening his eyes in a panic now, searching in the dim light to make sure that he hasn't been left behind again. a nap... even if he doesn't want to miss the time with rika, the idea of being able to just talk with her, to hold her hand if she'll let him and fall asleep next to her...
that would be nice.
for now though, he'll lean back against his palms, watching her with that same tired-but-fond expression. it's her pick from here. )
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( is this a joke? maybe. figure that out yourself!
needless to say, she's not sure whether she can sleep, or swim, or go anywhere. she can watch over him while he sleeps, she guesses, and he looks... tired. worse for wear, definitely, like he hasn't been eating well, sleeping well, living well. a pang of guilt, and she shrugs, non-committal. )
What do you wanna do? You look like you could use a nap, or twenty. ( and she means this with all the affection she can muster, really. ) I'll let you use my thighs as a pillow... but afterwards, I wanna do something fun!
( do ghosts sink, or swim? )
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Lap pillow, huh? Lucky me — pretty sure I missed my last chance at that one.
( and now he's kind of regretting it, not letting her spoil him a little more than he did at the maid cafe; not that he's opposed to the opposite or anything, just... you know, missed chances. that he can have at least one of them back, it's a nice feeling, if bittersweet in how.
he'll pat the spot beside him on the bed though, expectant. )
Anything you want. How does twenty minutes sound?
( "20 minutes solves nothing." okay, but sometimes when i'm tired, 8 seconds of closed eyes scares me into thinking i've just fallen asleep for an hour. it can count for something. )