[ He isn't so confident where he will strip in front of her, but he will go into the changing room...
And then come out in the outfit, hands on his hips and everything. His hair, which is mostly all black now except for a blond stripe, is also done up! We are flourishing this week. ]
[ (death is so short vash, don't let your dreams stay dreams.) she takes a another picture of him, and passes him the first polaroid... ~*summer memories*~ ]
I think everyone can change, it takes time. But it's not easy, especially at my age.
[ Century-old habits are hard to break, as much as he wants to be better. It's easy to return to what you know, to what works. Sometimes, that's survival. ]
... But I did something I didn't get to do before. Got rid of those regrets. [ His smile isn't as bright, it's solemn but tender. ] What about you?
...I hope you feel more at ease for it, letting go of that burden. Seems like you may've had it for a long time. [ she offers a quiet smile in return as she studies him for a moment. ]
I didn't come here with any regrets. Just trying to make sure it stays that way, you know? Doing fun things [ as fun as they can be in the UG ], spending time with people.
Those must've been the longest twenty-four years ever.
[ she smiles wryly, and reaches out to very gently honk his nose, unless he dodges. also i'm in tears that he is still in a minion costume as they talk, but maybe she can find something else for him to model... (knivescore...) ]
...Really? I never took you as someone who was particularly afraid of anything.
[ she's only half-kidding. but he sort of has a disregard for his personal well-being? or something like that... anyway, she thinks back through the last few weeks, and nods. ]
Nothing's ever perfect, but I'd say I've done what I can.
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...Try this on for me?
[ it's definitely this outfit ]
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And then come out in the outfit, hands on his hips and everything. His hair, which is mostly all black now except for a blond stripe, is also done up! We are flourishing this week. ]
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on her POLAROId CAMERA! one piece of film pops out now, and she waits for it to develop. ]
Lookin' good! [ does not realize his hair means he's on the brink of plant death! ]
—You decided to go back to black after all?
[ hellllpppp ]
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So you bought the camera. I was pretty tempted. [ And he seems pleased with his photo. ] Yeah! Thinking going all black next week if I make it.
[ Wink. feels bad ]
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[ (death is so short vash, don't let your dreams stay dreams.) she takes a another picture of him, and passes him the first polaroid... ~*summer memories*~ ]
Like a lil' celebration?
[ NO! NO!!!!!!! NONONON ]
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[ Well, he thinks he looks like a skunk, but a handsome one, so he pockets that. ]
It'd make a nice farewell, right? To show that things have changed since I came here.
[ At least he's a good sport about it. ]
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...A lot has happened, hasn't it? Do you think you've changed at all?
[ the idea of farewells does, surprisingly (or unsurprisingly), make her a little sad to think about. ]
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[ Century-old habits are hard to break, as much as he wants to be better. It's easy to return to what you know, to what works. Sometimes, that's survival. ]
... But I did something I didn't get to do before. Got rid of those regrets. [ His smile isn't as bright, it's solemn but tender. ] What about you?
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[ put gently, because he is. she's aware. ]
...I hope you feel more at ease for it, letting go of that burden. Seems like you may've had it for a long time. [ she offers a quiet smile in return as she studies him for a moment. ]
I didn't come here with any regrets. Just trying to make sure it stays that way, you know? Doing fun things [ as fun as they can be in the UG ], spending time with people.
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[ A joke because profile. ]
... I think so, but the same fears stay, you know? [ A laugh. ] Or they got worse.
You think you've lived up to that? Afterlived?
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[ she smiles wryly, and reaches out to very gently honk his nose, unless he dodges. also i'm in tears that he is still in a minion costume as they talk, but maybe she can find something else for him to model... (knivescore...) ]
...Really? I never took you as someone who was particularly afraid of anything.
[ she's only half-kidding. but he sort of has a disregard for his personal well-being? or something like that... anyway, she thinks back through the last few weeks, and nods. ]
Nothing's ever perfect, but I'd say I've done what I can.
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He puts on this other outfit. ]
I am a burrito. [ Legit. ] Wow! What makes you say that?! I'm scared of plenty of things... Like when I was trapping spiders earlier in the game.
[ deflects ]
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Cozy. [ comfe burrito... she takes the edges of the hood and pulls them tight together so his head is extra swaddled. you're so baby, sir. ]
...Pretending to be scared and actually being scared aren't the same.
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Ooohhhh, Yuzuriha, I'm scared of plenty of things!