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KYOKO KIRIGIRI ✦ DANGAN RONPA
RESIDENCE ✦ Residency
GEMBOND ✦ Amethyst

"You've got that wrong. This number, that is."

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[freshprints]

[That's horrible. That's so horrible. But it's true, isn't it? He let it happen because he trusted her. All he had to do was expose her lie, and that would've been that...

But he didn't. He trusted her. And she was ready to let him get executed for it.]

I know. I never did anything to deserve it, but you trusted me anyway.

[She seems to pull in on herself a little, dejected.]

I'm sorry for what I did. Choosing myself, instead of you. And I'm sorry that...if I had to make it again, I don't know for sure if I'd be able to choose differently.

[bolderfell]

[Therion inhales, which is only really notable because it is notable. The air actually makes a sound as it whispers down his windpipe.]

I… [He swallows.] I know.

[Egg Raccoon is lucky. So, so lucky. Because Therion knows for sure that Darius would never choose differently. Not for him.]

Thanks, though. For saying it. That you’re sorry. [A faint and fairly pathetic laugh escapes him, and he pulls up part of his hood to cover the bottom of his face, missing his scarf.] I did want to hear it after all.

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[She laughs, under her breath — the kind of laugh that isn't funny, that after a while turns into a sort of messy sob, and when it breaks she winds up just sitting down in the sand right where she is, dragging her knees up to her chest and hugging them in a way that's hilariously unmindful of how unsuited her shirt dress is for someone to configure themselves that way.]

It doesn't change anything. You think it's going to change something and it doesn't.

[She drops her head down onto her bare knees.]

Words are just words. What good are they, next to what people do?

[bolderfell]

Not much... is what I'd usually say. Hell knows I've fallen for cheap words before.

[He crouches, then, to be closer to eye level with this strange, sad girl. The way she's crumpled up in her smart clothes, the wavering laugh, how she holds her knees like a child--it breaks his heart a bit.]

But you came running to give these ones to me.

[Therion reaches out and pats her head, ruffles her hair just a little.]

Words let you know what someone wants you to think. You ran in boots like those-- [He points to her knee-highs.] --just to say you're sorry. So at the very least...

[All he can do is smile wryly, helplessly at her, somehow homesick.]

I'm led to think you care what I think. You ever have to make that choice again, I'll know to take care of myself. But in the meantime... it's good to hear you didn't make it lightly the first time.

[freshprints]

[Should she be offended by the familiarity he shows her, rumpling her hair with his wide, rough palm? Maybe, but at the moment, it doesn't occur to her. It's the sort of thing that Abbacchio would do for her, probably — an affectionate, caring, fatherly sort of gesture. Not at all what she'd expect out of Naegi-kun, but then, maybe he's just full of surprises tonight.]

Of course I care what you think. You're all the "family" I have left...

[And that's not quite true, either, but — it's something between the two of them. Something she said back at school, something of significance he'll remember.

Or would, if she were talking to the real Naegi, which she's not.]

[bolderfell]

[Ah. Mm. Feels bad, man. Therion hesitates, then busies both his hands unnecessarily in digging his phone out of his pocket.]

Right. Uh, here. Why don’t we trade contact information, so we can always find each other from now on?

[He’s pretty sure, as impaired as she apparently is, he could get away with only jotting her details down, but this is the far more natural way to go about it. Worried, he studies her face to see if she’ll bite.]

[freshprints]

Mm...? Oh...that would be smart, yes. Why didn't I think of that?

[She seems legitimately perplexed by the question, even as she asks it of herself, and forgets for a minute that he's waiting for her to produce her phone. But eventually she circles back around to it, and shuffles with her clothes until she remembers where she'd put it, and fishes it out of one of her boots before holding it out to him obligingly.]

Here. I had to make a new account...I was locked out of my old one somehow.

[You can just hear the :( ]

[bolderfell]

[Aw, kiddo. :(

He pauses again, a phone in each hand, almost literally weighing his options. Fantasy European Therion T. Thief has no idea, after all, how to spell "Naegi."

Instead, he opens up "My Number" on her phone to key the digits one-handed into his contact list, saving them under Egg Raccoon Girl.]

Did you forget your password?

[He calls her phone to make sure he's typed the number correctly and hands it back to her as the call goes through.]

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I don't know. I wouldn't have changed it...

[This is so sad. :( Only when she's this wasted could she possibly be this upset about a hilariously minor electronic mishap.]

Oh. Who's calling? Is that you?

[She takes the phone obediently, already pressing the buttons to add the number to her contacts.]

[bolderfell]

Yeah. It's me.

[A pause, and he holds it to his ear.]

See?

['See?' echoes her phone in his voice.]