[No dice? And no explanation. Rin stares, briefly; the dread she thought she could shake like loose cobwebs solidifying in her like cement instead. You know, the last time someone gave her a precious book...
"Well then, I'll be going. You know what to do now, right?"
Don't—]
...Mm.
[Seemingly letting it go, Rin's face is impassive as she turns her head up to watch the people walk on the "ceiling", going about their business in the mess hall.
It's Chara. It's not wrong. A camaraderie deeper than that of siblings tells her it isn't wrong. Is utterly calm. And that's the problem. It should be wrong, and that it somehow isn't has every instinct in her squirming, unsettled and unnerved, but
Please don't think about this anymore, something in her soul says. Like the colorful band-aids Koo likes to stick to her cheeks and arm to make her feel better when she's sad. So she doesn't say anything more on it. But it still nags.]
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"Well then, I'll be going. You know what to do now, right?"
Don't—]
...Mm.
[Seemingly letting it go, Rin's face is impassive as she turns her head up to watch the people walk on the "ceiling", going about their business in the mess hall.
It's Chara. It's not wrong. A camaraderie deeper than that of siblings tells her it isn't wrong. Is utterly calm. And that's the problem. It should be wrong, and that it somehow isn't has every instinct in her squirming, unsettled and unnerved, but
Please don't think about this anymore, something in her soul says. Like the colorful band-aids Koo likes to stick to her cheeks and arm to make her feel better when she's sad. So she doesn't say anything more on it.
But it still nags.]