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[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. ]

[survivaltricks]

[dumping the balls into the makeshift bag. IT'S ONLY TWENTY BALL PIT BALLS BUT LIKE, HERE THEY ARE]

You can look at mine, too. Quid pro quo, right?

[fujimaru]

[ It's better than nothing!! She watches that, the corner of her mouth twitching up into a smile that she can't quite suppress. ]

What, so, I show you mine, you show me yours?

[survivaltricks]

Something like that.

[flashing her a smile of his own]

I don't like to take without giving in return, and vice versa.

[which isn't fully true, in some cases, but in this one he thinks it's very fair]

[fujimaru]

Fair enough.

[ She juggles her burdens enough to fish out her phone. She's a modern teenager, she can absolutely navigate to her profile one-handed, turning to show it to him. ]

You can avert your maidenly eyes now, if you want.

[survivaltricks]

My eyes are not maidenly. They're full of sin.

[he says SO BLANDLY as he also pulls out his phone, navigating to his own profile to share alongside hers]

[fujimaru]

[ She skims it quietly, then looks up at him, completely deadpan. ]

I knew it. You are yakuza.

[survivaltricks]

[EVENLY]

Did I deny it before? I can't remember. Oh no, you found out my secret.

[he's scanning hers too, btw]

[fujimaru]

[ Enjoy the three down for now, because canon updating to post Lostbelt 4 is coming, ]

Kyaaa. I'm so scared now, I've never met a real-life yakuza member.

[survivaltricks]

[WHEEZES]

You didn't seem that terrified back when I kidnapped you. I think you've got way more guts than that.

[fujimaru]

Oh no, I was totally terrified. Shaking in my boots, and so on, and so on.

[survivaltricks]

Uuuuuh huh.

[LIGHTLY AMUSED]

[but he does give a small gestures to her phone]

Not to change the subject-- [definitely to change the subject] -- but. . .

[GESTURES. MORE??? use your words, Akira]

[fujimaru]

Akira-kun, unfortunately, I do not have any psychic powers, dormant or otherwise.

[ USE YOUR WORDS, AKIRA!! ]

[survivaltricks]

Damn. And here I had hoped you'd tap into them the more I gestured at you.

[OKAY, OKAY]

[. . .]

[he sobers up a bit]

It sounds like you've been through a lot.

[fujimaru]

...Aha, that's--...

[ ...

What else can she say? She shrugs. ]

I mean, I'm doing my best. That's the best I can say.

[survivaltricks]

[flashes her a small smile]

Sometimes it's the only thing anyone can say. And that's okay.