yogen | network: n.yashiro, 04/12

[ it's when their heads slam into each other that dito gets a little more aggressive with his attempt to bite the fuck out of sara. maybe it's the pain making him angry, but it doesn't matter.

what matters is how dito's grabbing her arms tighter and pushing her back further, attempting to get her on the floor to pin her. there's a clack of something falling out of dito's back pocket. it's a gun. it slides a few feet away from them.

and it's probably a familiar one to sara.

dito doesn't seem to pay it any mind through, considering that he's digging his canines further into sara's skin. he wonders if he could kill her like this. that would be fun. ]

— holding someone else’s hand lessens an individual’s emotional response in the brain to a perceived threat. [ in a whisper ] The effect was even greater if the person’s hand you were holding was a spouse. [ aloud again. ] Another oft-cited experiment found that individuals actually perceived a hill to be steeper if they were standing at the bottom alone compared —

[ as the gun falls out of dito's back pocket with a clack, it doesn't seem to go off, but it's familiar to him and sara. the same revolver she used to play a certain party game with all her friends. ]

"These ‘being driven crazy’ moments are truly well thought of as opportunities for growth and transformation, which can ultimately be a more poignant source of sustained happiness." —

[ wait, but then he hears sara beg for her life — get him off me!! please! — that's enough to bring a smile to his face, ecstatic, and this is committed to memory. ]

Ah, I thought you didn't want my help in this investigation? How quick you are to change your tune...

[ but no one is listening to his lecture, so he digs into his pocket for a remote control. ]

Dito. That's enough.

[ his finger hovers over the button, waiting for dito to accept his command first like any good dog would do, but he can probably see the blood that's coating dito's teeth, and how it bubbles around sara's neck. one two three for... five...

he clicks the button. ]

He won't remember this anyway.

[ Midori is saying insane things about hills while Sara can feel this guys teeth against her jugular. It's getting hard to breathe with how hard he's biting, and she's about to scream at him to do something again when she see's the gun.

There aren't that many guns floating around the school right now, but even then, her gun is unique. That stupid hole in the middle for firing darts, the old fashioned chambers. It's not replaceable. It's the gun she pressed into Komenda's hands a month ago. ]

Huh...?

[Even before Dito gets the shock she's lunging for it, and when he goes down she's already got it in her hand, gripping the familiar weight of the handle as she slams the flat of the barrel against his head and kick him away. That's all she can bring herself to do, clinging to it like a much younger child might cling to a toy as she slowly brings up a shaking hand to feel the bloody marks on her neck. How is she going to hide this... ]

You did help... [ There's a why, but she doesn't want to know. He'll gloat about it anyway. ] Why is he like this? I don't get it...why would you....I knew with an arm...or a dead body but...

No...What's even the point..?

[ everything midori's saying just kind of goes in one ear and out the other for dito, who is a little busy right now. it's only when there's an unfortunately familiar, unpleasant shock around his neck that dito's jaw slackens.

it's shortly after that while he's in the process of sitting up and his hands are moving up to grab at the collar around his neck with a strangled noise that sara clocks him in the head. ]

Fuck—

[ it's all dito says before he rolls onto the floor on his back with sara's kick, one of his hands moving up to grab at his forehead where she'd just hit him. at least she won't be the only one with a mark at this rate. he groans loudly in discomfort, rolling over more to get back to his knees, one hand pushing against the floor like he has the intention to get up.

but he doesn't yet. he can't even think straight right now. ]

Hmm... are you going to help me next time?

[ dito may be on the floor, pistol whipped, but he's not human— no, midori has removed his eyes, his tongues, and so much more that the devil spawn continues to rise from the ashes over and over again. a shock, and a knot at the back of his head won't keep dito down, but as long as midori is around him, supervising and controlling then he can keep dito on a firm leash away from sara.

that's only if she plays nice too. ]

Isn't it obvious... he's been high since this morning, and he stayed out pretty late.

[ he glances at add's arm, whatever's left of the black blood that's dripped on the floor, and oh let's not forget the few traces of void dust. from the arm, to the gun against her chest, and then the shaky hand that raises to her neck. ]

Now take a seat, and let me see what I can do about those marks. Stand any closer to him, and that might not be the only place. On the thigh would be faaaar too scandalous for you, Miss Sara.

[ you know thighs have a lot of meat. yes, sit in the swivel chair while dito gathers his bearings.. ]

Language!! And stay down! Seriously, just die!

[ She doesn't care if the gun is empty, if Dito moves again, she's going to manifest a bullet out of pure fear. ]

Are you still talking about the investigation? I don't... [ She was about to say...but she does care. Add and Komeada's deaths are more important then her pride or her desire to run away. ] I...!You wanted the descriptions of the bodies? If I tell you what I saw, will you help me?

[ Zap Dito again or get him to back off, or something!

He's offering a chair...but is he offering...The chair. The swivel chair? The one that looks like an egg. She wants it. If she has to get her neck looked at she wants to sit in the egg chair. You have to let her. She's trying to communicate this to Midori through her expression. ]

If he touches me again, I'm putting a bullet through his eyes. You hear that? Don't! Touch me!

[ dito vaguely hears sara and midori talking.

he considers getting up. he even starts to, hands pressing against the floor as he starts to sit upright—

—before he ultimately decides it's too much trouble for him. it's with a laugh that he relaxes his muscles, falling back onto the floor. the back of his head hits said floor, but he doesn't seem to care. he's already beaten up and covered in blood, so there's no reason to worry. ]

Ah-hahahahaha—

[ and now his mouth is coated with blood, fresh blood from sara's neck herself. he only starts laughing to himself as he spreads his arms out, looking up at the ceiling with a dazed expression. his eyes are dilated, and he is most certainly not cognizant. just as midori said. ]

As long as you work along with me properly, then I'll help you.

[ he helped you once, he can help twice, but that'll cost. his love is given freely, but his assistance must be bought or negotiated. nothing different from ranger's way of making midori move and work like needed, to avoid the one patient trapped in an endless dream all because ranger stated what's his cannot be bothered by midori. the same goes for dito, in a way, it's his belonging so he can stay the disciples hand with a few short clicks, and if there's violence, then midori's able to come out unscathed.

as for sara who is 100% human, her wounds are different from his. ]

Mmm, if you comply, I bet he'll show his little prize that he gained from his night foraging...

[ dito's attached to it, and though he's in a daze at the moment laughing hysterically, he might be willing to fall back into routine of playing with his severed arm like a dog playing with a bone. the threat to dito's head brings a laugh to bubble up from midori's throat— she may try, but has she ever seen a body stand up after getting shot between the eyes? it'd be just like out of those scary movies! ]

Isn't that right, Dito? [ to sara: ] Now sit. You can watch and question him from a distance.

[ he pats the back of the Egg Swivel Chair™, waiting for sara to take a seat. ]

[ With a single trembling hand she touches it...the chair... the one she's wanted since she snooped in Shin's memories and learned he stole a really creepy room from Midori, but it had a good chair and a cute cat toy and they're both really into Gundam anime, if that will ever be relevant in her discussions with either.

It's a terrible day but at least sitting down lets her regain a little composure. None of this panicked babbling she's sure the two men in the room would love to hear. She can think about this logically, if she has a moment. ]

Hnnn...

[ She tilts her head at Midori and Dito in turn. ]

You're both terrible... but fine. Lets all help eachother. You can fix Dito, I'll answer your questions, and he can lie there and do nothing but be very nice and polite... Then we can all solve this awful murder in time for the pop quiz I have on Monday.

[ dito blinks at the ceiling a while longer, whatever they're saying not really processing fully for the most part. yadda, yadda, yadda, of course sara wants to know what's going on and who knows what the fuck midori wants. the muscles in his neck stretch presently as he has his neck back like this, eyes half-lidded almost like he's getting bored. but he's just high.

— he sits up abruptly as soon as something pops in his brain, and it's the prize. now he's feeling a little paranoid, scrambling up and moving to one of his knees with both hands on the floor all of a sudden like he might get up. he doesn't yet, though. his eyes are wide, and his pupils are still blown, but he's steady and still for now. ]

What if she takes it?

[ ... he's so out of it. ]

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back at it again in moon 4

so we back in the mine

got our pickaxe swinging from side to side

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