week seven afterparty

[clearities]

[ so how is everyone doing today? pretty badly, I'd assume, but there's so little of them left, not to mention that Bolin is going to get executed because of an accident. on top of that, there's the confusion coming from the public.

so what's going on.

today's going to be a little different - as Sakura seeks everyone out. she knows it's tough, but given the circumstances, she wants to invite everyone to meet her in front of the police station.

yeah.

we're having a jail cell afterparty, apparently. oh, and she's brought pancakes because... you all probably need that after. All of This. of course people can always ignore her request and just go somewhere else, but where are you tonight? ]

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[marmoron]

....yeah? I don't want to talk for you.

[He's not even flustered or defensive on this; this is just clearly the most logical plan here??]

I mean... [He glances at her for a second.] ...Okay. You start.

[robitussin]

[She blinks.]

You want me to start? [...] Okay. Uh, I guess I just don't know what we're... doing? Or, uh, what we've been doing for the last few weeks, and what we're doing going forward...?

[marmoron]

[Okay asking her to start was a mistake. Now he's starting to feel flustered.]

I.... don't know either? I haven't exactly been in a situation like this before.

[robitussin]

Okay, so... If neither of us knows what's happening, what do you want to be happening?

[Emotional hot potato continues.]

[marmoron]

.... Depends on what the options are?

[robitussin]

[She's bad enough at this that she didn't want to be the one to say it, but if this is how it's going—

Flushing a little more, she looks away, her voice coming out more rushed and a few notches louder than she intends.]

I want to be with you, okay?!

[marmoron]

[The intensity of that startles him a little, though he doesn't flinch or move back.]

Okay. But we're with each other right now...?

[...just give him a moment.]

[robitussin]

[Just

drops her face into her hands!!]

Oh my god.

[marmoron]

....What?

[Looking at her with increasing confusion and concern....]

I'm sorry...?

[robitussin]

Do you really not get what I'm trying to say, or are you just, like...

[She drags her hands down her face.]

You're going to give me an ulcer. I swear to god.

[marmoron]

[Well now he's starting to get vaguely defensive.]

I'm not trying to give anyone an ulcer, okay? I'm just not...

[SIGH. He's just going to shut up and think about this again.]

I want to be with you, too. I guess?

[Is that where he fucked up.]

[robitussin]

You guess.

[She sighs, running a hand through her hair.]

Fine. Whatever! Let's talk about something else.

[marmoron]

No, I --

[Deep breath. He tries to filter out his frustration here as it's not even directed at her.]

I don't guess. That came out wrong I know I want to be with you. Nobody says things like that to me so I just wasn't thinking, alright? I'm sorry.

[robitussin]

Okay, but like...

[A beat.]

You know what I meant when I said that, right?

[marmoron]

...That you want to be together...? Like a couple?

[There is so much uncertainty towards the end of that sentence now that she's making him second guess.]

[robitussin]

Okay, because you sounded like you thought being together was just, like, existing in the same area, and...

[A beat, looking towards him for a brief moment before glancing away.]

But, um. Yes.

[marmoron]

I mean..that is what I thought you were talking about.

[He looks away sheepishly.]

But I got it. I ... yeah.

[robitussin]

You, yeah...?

[She pauses for a moment, but then:]

...I'm sorry, I just really need you to say what you actually want.

[marmoron]

[Aaaand now he just feels awkward. There's no reason for it, all things considered, but the idea of being someone's boyfriend or having a girlfriend just feels surreal. It's so utterly normal, but so far removed from his own comfort zones.]

I... [Okay he can get through this. Maybe.] I want to be with you, too..

[Grump.]

Obviously.

[robitussin]

[It takes a moment, but she laughs, equal parts stressed and amused.]

You don't have to sound so angry about it, you know.

[marmoron]

[He glances at her, tension somewhat fading with her laughter.]

You just don't know how weird this is for me, okay?

]Just gonna rub his forehead for a few seconds, but if she's paying close enough attention there is maybe a tiiiiny smile there, too.]

I thought you were really annoying at first.

[robitussin]

...I don't even remember the first time we talked.

[A half laugh.]

That probably sounds horrible, but - remind me?

[marmoron]

It's not that memorable.

[Oops, maybe that's also equally bad.]

I was just already stressed out from half the people here getting on my case for buying out the hunting store when you started going on about how weird the info on my guestbook page was.

[robitussin]

I probably... could have at least been nicer about that.

[Even if she doesn't sound too sorry about it. Either way, she remembers the encounter he's talking about now.]

...It feels like a really long time ago.

[marmoron]

Two months ago almost.

[The motel was a whole lot less empty back then, huh.]

A lot of things happened that I didn't think would.

[A beat.]

Glad I called some things right though.