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[fujimaru]

It's enrichment! That's good for everyone.

[ Never mind how promiscuous your teammates are, this is definitely important. There's a definite little skip in her step. ]

And also, I want to do my best to get video of his face in particular when he sees it.

[survivaltricks]

I can help with that. We'll pick out the perfect angle, and I'll lead him in so you can be ready.

[THIS IS A WHOLE THING NOW]

[fujimaru]

Ehhh, you're gonna be my co-conspirator that far? I knew I liked you.

[survivaltricks]

I like to do crimes. That's all there is to it.

[IT'S NOT A LIE. . .?]

[fujimaru]

It's not a crime! It's--

[ How would crime dad put it... ]

...a forcible introduction to avant garde elements in your home decor.

[survivaltricks]

That's a fancy way of saying "crime."

[own it ritsuka!!]

[fujimaru]

I live there too! I'm allowed to decorate how I want!

[ neverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ]

[survivaltricks]

Crimes.

Interior decorating crimes.

[btw they're at the suggestion box. gesturing towards it, in a "you first" kind of way]

[fujimaru]

Where's the crime? Really? Everyone could use a little more color.

[ She had a very nice and heartfelt request for the box before this, but now it is time

to just scribble a "please give me as many ball pit balls as possible, thank you" and stuff it into the box. ]

[survivaltricks]

[HEARTFELT REQUESTS CAN WAIT UNTIL LATER. ONLY CRIMES NOW!!]

[does not respond; instead, he's watching her as she does that, still doing his best to keep his expression PERFECTLY BLASE]

[all the way up until the box spits out ten ball pit balls, one at a time, each one aimed for her head. sorry Ritsuka]

[fujimaru]

[ IT'S FINE IT'S COOL PLASTIC BALLS ARE NOWHERE NEAR AS BAD AS ARROWS OR SWORD PROJECTILES OR

which is to say, she dodges all of them pretty easily. It is the most graceful she has been in Reverie thus far.

To the box: ]

Wow, rude, but thanks!

[survivaltricks]

[. . . wao]

[GOLF CLAPS]

That was extremely impressive.

[fujimaru]

[ She dips low in a stage bow. ]

Thank you, thank you, that was a lot easier than dealing with arrows.

[survivaltricks]

[why is she dealing with ARROWS]

. . .

You know I have to ask, right?

[fujimaru]

...

I don't suppose you'd buy that I was part of an extreme archery club?

[survivaltricks]

Nope, but that is a very nice try.

[scooping up the ten ball pit balls as they chat]

[fujimaru]

What if I said I'd signed an NDA?

[ She probably has, is the thing. ]

Or how about--"I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you"?

[survivaltricks]

[STARES AT HER]

[LOOKS HER UP AND DOWN]







I don't think you'd actually kill me. Or anyone, for that matter.

[that's a compliment]

[fujimaru]

[ UNFORTUNATELY............................,

She blinks, then laughs, a single breathless huff, rubbing the back of her neck. ]

I wouldn't want to, at least. I'd do everything to avoid it.

[survivaltricks]

[he laughs too, bringing the collected balls to her to deposit them into her arms]

Well. . . I'm not going to press. If you want to talk about it, you'll talk about it.

[that's the way of the Confidant!!]

But I am pretty good at keeping secrets.

[fujimaru]

It's not really a secret here, is it? --Thanks.

[ The last she says absently, juggling the balls. ]

You can just look it up on my profile. I've already had several people hit me with that.

[survivaltricks]

That seems like a breach of privacy. I don't like relying on the profiles.

[also he's going to request TEN MORE ball pit balls from the box while they talk]

[fujimaru]

They're public, though, so it's technically public knowledge now.

[ Thanks, Akira, you're a pal. ]

I've looked at mine, at least, and there's nothing in it that I would deny.

[survivaltricks]

[hmmm. . .]

[the box is spitting out ten more ball pit balls, and he is carefully catching each one as they fly out]

There isn't anything in mine I'd deny, either.

[fujimaru]

You can look sometime, if you want. I'll give you permission.

[ Hmmmm... there's a moment as she considers, and then she puts the balls down so she can shrug out of her uniform jacket, tying knots into the sleeves so it can sort of act as a makeshift bag for balls. ]