[he jerks a little bit when she reaches out, a small hint of color blossoming to his cheeks as her fingertips brush up against the fresh injuries. but that surprise only lasts a moment before his expression pinches together, tight and unhappy]
. . . Akechi and I got into another fight.
[BECAUSE. OF COURSE. THEY DID]
It's fine. It'll heal. [. . .] I don't really want to think about it right now.
Her eyes narrow a bit as she lets out a frustrated breath through the nose. GUESS WHO'S LOOKING VERY CROSSLY AT YOU AKIRA. Not in a bad way, just... Akechi.......... sure is a topic........
But after a moment, the mothering tension to her expression settles, instead reaching up to brush the bangs away from his mask and take a better look at his forehead. Her voice stays quiet.]
[AKECHI. . . SURE IS A TOPIC. . . it isn't a very serious bruise, a small round circle right in between and above his eyes. it'll heal in a few days the most.]
[. . .]
[he tilts his head a little into her fingertips, though]
Nah. Just punched and then headbutted me. As he does.
[W. WRY]
It's not the first time we've fought. Probably won't be the last.
He's not exactly the easiest person to speak to. Even to people close to him, he... [he is just like this. like whoever akechi is. a big dramatic mess.
Satisfied with what she sees there, she'll take a moment to stroke his bangs back into place. Does his jaw look any better, worse?]
...I wish there was more we could do for him without him pushing people away.
[about the same! maybe the bruise is a bit smaller? but it's definitely no worse]
Nobody really knows him. Not even me.
[and he means that truthfully, his gaze growing a bit distant as he says it. but Luna's fingers are warm and soft on his forehead, smoothing away his curly and tousled bangs as they are, and. . .]
[he really doesn't want to think about Akechi right now. he really doesn't]
[so as they reach the stairwell, he reaches up to take her hand in his own, to gently move it away from his forehead and down between him, his fingers tight around hers]
But anyway-- [time to change the subject!!] Help me down the stairs? I'm getting pretty good at it, but it's still a bit clunky.
[handtouch... The strength of his grip is a surprise, but not one that she pulls away from.]
Of course. I'll do what I can. [It's a little harder, now that she's down to one hand. But she'll still carefully move to the railing side of the stairs, a repeat of the previous week in how she advances just enough to reach out if needed, to catch him if he stumbles. This means she will have to let go of his hand for a moment, but she wants him to have the wall to balance.]
Hypothetically. The staff said they can provide supplies, but... I'm not a mechanic. I don't think anyone here is.
I can tell my arm is still there, at least, so it's not beyond saving, but... from the errors I still see, I would probably need some circuitry repairs, cable replacements, and a reintegration of the ABT I've lost.
[A beat. She makes a nervous flutter of a sound off her exhale, almost a laugh, catching a strand of her hair between her thumb and forefinger and twisting it gently.]
S-sorry. I suppose some of that might not have made sense.
[he isn't completely sure he can help, but. . . she's done so much for him, hasn't she? she treated his leg injuries, fusses over something as simple as a few bruises, so. . .]
[he'd like to pay her back. somehow, some way]
I'm sure
So long as you are.
[it all really depends on if she trusts him to try]
...I... So long as I can power off my arm, I... I think it might be okay?
[The gears are turning in her mind, trying to think over what little she knows and how much of a risk it would be if he did something wrong... not to her, but to him. She's a high-voltage machine, after all...
...
Slowly, her hand raises to tighten against her chest, as though a feeling sits under her fingers that she can't quite reach, can't quite understand. A breathy gratitude that takes over her tone.]
[it isn't himself he worries about, possibly because he isn't fully aware of the risks to his person. it's her, of course. what if he did something wrong? what if he ruined her arm forever? what if he--]
[. . .]
[but. . . if she's willing to take the risk, then. . . he's just happy she trusts him enough to try]
Ah-- I am?
[he seems genuinely surprised to hear that]
I guess. . . nobody here really trusts themselves to tinker around with electronics.
[which is fair, he thinks. Luna is a complicated machine (but still a person, deep down on the inside) and it's likely nobody feels confident enough to try without fucking up royally]
It's, um... been a mix, to be perfectly honest. Either those that ask don't know I'm a machine, or they, um... defer to myself in the hopes that I can instruct them on what to do. Many have either given up temporarily or gone to the staff to see if they are able to assist, but... unfortunately, all they can provide is materials, not the actual repair.
I don't blame them, though. Maybe I'm overthinking a little, but I feel that most around here still don't really know what to do with me, once they know the truth.
[She pauses for a moment, considering something.]
I'm not sure if 45 is in a similar situation or not in regards to self-diagnosis and repair capabilities, but... we're very, very different pieces of machinery. So I deferred on the side of caution.
[. . . ah. well, Akira doesn't know much about 45, so. . . he also can't blame Luna for being cautious. nevertheless? he frowns, lifts his chin up, shoulders squared with a small hint of determination]
I'd rather try and fail then not try at all. So.
[his lips quirk upwards, a confident smile meant to soothe any worries she might have]
[It definitely soothes her worries, but now she has no idea how to respond to that???? The confident flare, the reassuring smile...
There's a blossom of bright pink once more on her mask as she turns her eyes right back to the ground, stuttering for a moment and unable to look at him without feeling like some part of her might just instantly stop working, like the smile on her face might be out of place at what he had just said.
Her hand presses to her mouth for a moment.]
Y-you... you don't need to say it like that, really. I...
[the pink of that mask. . . it's the first time he's seen it, he knows that much. but when was the last time it flashed that brilliant? it's on the tip of his brain, but he can't quite remember--]
[. . .]
[ah. . . well. they're just masks created by the mansion, aren't they? it's probably not important]
Mmm.
[he makes a content, affirming noise in response to what she says. he'd say I trust you, too in return, but. . . she knows that already, doesn't she? so instead, as he hobbles away from the bottom of the stairwell, he extends his hand towards her once again. no more stairs!! now all they have to do is slip outside]
[She'll gladly take his hand, her hold gentle as she guides him off to the garden, only letting go to open the door leading to the outside. It's not unlike the last time they had been out here! Just... minus a few more people in their midst. It seems a little emptier.
For now, Luna is content to keep at a slow stroll, letting Akira set the pace and musing to herself quietly. She doesn't let go of his hand.]
...I hope Babo Kim was telling the truth about what he was going to do with the notes left behind from the trial. I haven't had the chance to look, but... I imagine they were extensive.
[it does seem a little emptier. . . weird how that works, when someone you really care about is no longer around]
[this time? Akira doesn't seek out a bench to sit upon. he seems content to walk, albeit at an extremely slow pace, taking in the view of the flowers and the sky above]
He was. I read through them after the trial. Ah. . . that actually reminds me.
[he stops, and digs through his jacket to produce the notebook they were all given]
I copied them, too. And. . . I think there's something in here you should see.
[he doesn't answer verbally. what he does do is flip through the pages of Phoenix's notes (all of them were copied in his aegean blue crayon) until he reaches the entry Nick wrote about her]
[quietly, he turns the notebook around so she can read it]
[LUNA AGE: 25? Basically the only reason all of us are alive now. She works so hard and isn’t well-rewarded for her efforts. I worry about her… a lot. I don’t think she trusts me…. I understand. She reminds me of But I hope she leans on someone. She’s so kind, she deserves some of that back. Peach said she could be saved…. I’ll fight for that, too. She deserves it. Even if she doesn’t think so.
...
Luna's composure slowly, gingerly begins to crumple as she starts to read, like a flower wilting under far too much rain. She doesn't say anything. She just looks horribly, sorrowfully pained, very close to tears.
After a long moment, her eyes drift to the ground, her good arm now wrapped against herself. All she can do is nod, a shallow motion.]
[yeah. he expected a reaction kind of like that. his own had been similar, when he had read his entry. he closes the notebook with a quick snap, before he reaches out to rest his hand against her upper arm]
The simple reassurance cracks what fine walls she had been trying to put up, all of the tight, horrible feelings in her throat and chest bubbling up all at once. She'll give another shallow nod as her face twists up, before covering the unmasked portion with her hand, barely stifling a sob under her fingers.
[it isn't fair. and Akira feels that tightness in his chest that he had been fighting down since Friday morning clench at his heart all over again. both at the way she crumbles, and at the reminder that Nick won't be there to pester him anymore]
[he strides forward, closing the distance between them, sliding his arms around her shoulders to pull her into a hug. with one hand pressed at the back of her head. . . he tries to guide her face into his shoulder, so she can use it as support as she lets out whatever feelings she had been holding in all weekend]
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. . . Akechi and I got into another fight.
[BECAUSE. OF COURSE. THEY DID]
It's fine. It'll heal. [. . .] I don't really want to think about it right now.
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Her eyes narrow a bit as she lets out a frustrated breath through the nose. GUESS WHO'S LOOKING VERY CROSSLY AT YOU AKIRA. Not in a bad way, just... Akechi.......... sure is a topic........
But after a moment, the mothering tension to her expression settles, instead reaching up to brush the bangs away from his mask and take a better look at his forehead. Her voice stays quiet.]
...He didn't do anything else to you, did he?
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[. . .]
[he tilts his head a little into her fingertips, though]
Nah. Just punched and then headbutted me. As he does.
[W. WRY]
It's not the first time we've fought. Probably won't be the last.
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Satisfied with what she sees there, she'll take a moment to stroke his bangs back into place. Does his jaw look any better, worse?]
...I wish there was more we could do for him without him pushing people away.
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Nobody really knows him. Not even me.
[and he means that truthfully, his gaze growing a bit distant as he says it. but Luna's fingers are warm and soft on his forehead, smoothing away his curly and tousled bangs as they are, and. . .]
[he really doesn't want to think about Akechi right now. he really doesn't]
[so as they reach the stairwell, he reaches up to take her hand in his own, to gently move it away from his forehead and down between him, his fingers tight around hers]
But anyway-- [time to change the subject!!] Help me down the stairs? I'm getting pretty good at it, but it's still a bit clunky.
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Of course. I'll do what I can. [It's a little harder, now that she's down to one hand. But she'll still carefully move to the railing side of the stairs, a repeat of the previous week in how she advances just enough to reach out if needed, to catch him if he stumbles. This means she will have to let go of his hand for a moment, but she wants him to have the wall to balance.]
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Is there any way for us to fix your arm?
[because it has to be hard carrying it around with the complete inability to use it, right?]
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I can tell my arm is still there, at least, so it's not beyond saving, but... from the errors I still see, I would probably need some circuitry repairs, cable replacements, and a reintegration of the ABT I've lost.
[A beat. She makes a nervous flutter of a sound off her exhale, almost a laugh, catching a strand of her hair between her thumb and forefinger and twisting it gently.]
S-sorry. I suppose some of that might not have made sense.
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Actually, I understood some of it. I managed to fix my laptop back home with nothing but Google and a few tools I bought in a secondhand shop, so. . .
[. . . gestures!! a little!!]
I-- could try?
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She looks a little taken aback at the request. She's had several people wish condolences, say they wish they could help, but...
...]
I... I could see if there's something in the library for Hephaestus system repair, just to make sure... I wouldn't want you getting hurt, b-but...
Are you sure?
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[he'd like to pay her back. somehow, some way]
I'm sure
So long as you are.
[it all really depends on if she trusts him to try]
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[The gears are turning in her mind, trying to think over what little she knows and how much of a risk it would be if he did something wrong... not to her, but to him. She's a high-voltage machine, after all...
...
Slowly, her hand raises to tighten against her chest, as though a feeling sits under her fingers that she can't quite reach, can't quite understand. A breathy gratitude that takes over her tone.]
Thank you.
You're... you're the only one who has offered...
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[. . .]
[but. . . if she's willing to take the risk, then. . . he's just happy she trusts him enough to try]
Ah-- I am?
[he seems genuinely surprised to hear that]
I guess. . . nobody here really trusts themselves to tinker around with electronics.
[which is fair, he thinks. Luna is a complicated machine (but still a person, deep down on the inside) and it's likely nobody feels confident enough to try without fucking up royally]
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I don't blame them, though. Maybe I'm overthinking a little, but I feel that most around here still don't really know what to do with me, once they know the truth.
[She pauses for a moment, considering something.]
I'm not sure if 45 is in a similar situation or not in regards to self-diagnosis and repair capabilities, but... we're very, very different pieces of machinery. So I deferred on the side of caution.
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I'd rather try and fail then not try at all. So.
[his lips quirk upwards, a confident smile meant to soothe any worries she might have]
I'll do my best, Luna. For you.
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[It definitely soothes her worries, but now she has no idea how to respond to that???? The confident flare, the reassuring smile...
There's a blossom of bright pink once more on her mask as she turns her eyes right back to the ground, stuttering for a moment and unable to look at him without feeling like some part of her might just instantly stop working, like the smile on her face might be out of place at what he had just said.
Her hand presses to her mouth for a moment.]
Y-you... you don't need to say it like that, really. I...
I trust you.
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[. . .]
[ah. . . well. they're just masks created by the mansion, aren't they? it's probably not important]
Mmm.
[he makes a content, affirming noise in response to what she says. he'd say I trust you, too in return, but. . . she knows that already, doesn't she? so instead, as he hobbles away from the bottom of the stairwell, he extends his hand towards her once again. no more stairs!! now all they have to do is slip outside]
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For now, Luna is content to keep at a slow stroll, letting Akira set the pace and musing to herself quietly. She doesn't let go of his hand.]
...I hope Babo Kim was telling the truth about what he was going to do with the notes left behind from the trial. I haven't had the chance to look, but... I imagine they were extensive.
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[this time? Akira doesn't seek out a bench to sit upon. he seems content to walk, albeit at an extremely slow pace, taking in the view of the flowers and the sky above]
He was. I read through them after the trial. Ah. . . that actually reminds me.
[he stops, and digs through his jacket to produce the notebook they were all given]
I copied them, too. And. . . I think there's something in here you should see.
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You... copied all of them? [HOW LONG DID THAT TAKE YOU?????
She'll patiently wait for him, though, looking at the notebook with an odd mix of curiosity and concern.]
Why do you think I needed to see it? Is... there something addressed to me?
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[he doesn't answer verbally. what he does do is flip through the pages of Phoenix's notes (all of them were copied in his aegean blue crayon) until he reaches the entry Nick wrote about her]
[quietly, he turns the notebook around so she can read it]
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AGE: 25?
Basically the only reason all of us are alive now. She works so hard and isn’t well-rewarded for her efforts. I worry about her… a lot. I don’t think she trusts me…. I understand.
She reminds me ofBut I hope she leans on someone. She’s so kind, she deserves some of that back. Peach said she could be saved…. I’ll fight for that, too. She deserves it. Even if she doesn’t think so....
Luna's composure slowly, gingerly begins to crumple as she starts to read, like a flower wilting under far too much rain. She doesn't say anything. She just looks horribly, sorrowfully pained, very close to tears.
After a long moment, her eyes drift to the ground, her good arm now wrapped against herself. All she can do is nod, a shallow motion.]
... Okay.
Thank you.
[The words are empty.]
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[yeah. he expected a reaction kind of like that. his own had been similar, when he had read his entry. he closes the notebook with a quick snap, before he reaches out to rest his hand against her upper arm]
If you need to cry, it's okay.
I'm here. And it's only me.
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The simple reassurance cracks what fine walls she had been trying to put up, all of the tight, horrible feelings in her throat and chest bubbling up all at once. She'll give another shallow nod as her face twists up, before covering the unmasked portion with her hand, barely stifling a sob under her fingers.
It's not fair. It's not fair.]
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[he strides forward, closing the distance between them, sliding his arms around her shoulders to pull her into a hug. with one hand pressed at the back of her head. . . he tries to guide her face into his shoulder, so she can use it as support as she lets out whatever feelings she had been holding in all weekend]
I had to RETYPE THIS ALL ON MY PHONE....
TERRIBLE. . .
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