AFTER-ICE-CREAM-PARTY

[pecker]

[Boy everyone is so bloodthirsty tonight. And now a kid is dead and another is gonna execute. Do y'all need some baskin robbins, because it seems like you do!!! So before everyone can leave, Niwatori raises her voice louder than it's gone before now to draw a little attention, and then deflates immediately when she actually gets it.]

Excuse me, please! U-um... this case was really hard, and I think we could all use some time to cool our heads before we finally go back. So... ice cream? Who's with me?

[she'll lead the pack there and anyone else can go home or to visit Clarisse on the set of Orange is the new Black.

Niwa's not that good of a host though, she just gets her own ice cream and lets everyone serve themselves. Who is she to limit your freedom. (Someone who doesn't want to be partly responsible for a Millium Monstrosity, that's who.)]

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[marmoron]

[And here;s Keith looking like he's not even sure why he agreed to come to this little party. He's standing by himself in the corner with an ice cream cone in hand, Looks like strawberry ice cream of some sort.]

[yonosoymaria]

I... misjudged you.

[Because it is totally normal to block someone's way out of a corner and say something like that completely seriously while holding a sundae dish full of what appears to be far more marshmallow fluff and hot fudge than actual ice cream. ]

[marmoron]

Huh?

[Keith meanwhile just looks up at Eric, still holding that waffle cone. Wouldn't be wrong to say that he's a little out of it after being stuck in a trial for hours on end, but he's regrouping fairly quickly. Being literally backed even further into a corner is good for that it seems.]

How so.

[yonosoymaria]

It was difficult for me to... I couldn't believe you were sincere, in everything, but I was wrong.

[Apologizing for teasing him with everyone else is still something he can't quite bring himself to do, so instead he's going to just... step to the side a bit, and try to get the bitter taste of having been an awful person out of his mouth with a bite of ice cream.]

[marmoron]

[This has the outward appearance of an apology, even if Eric's not using the words "I'm sorry" and as Keith isn't sure why the guy feels the need to do this, he's getting a raised eyebrow.]

You thought I killed Katsuki.

[Neither a question nor an accusation. Just a statement of fact -- nothing he takes a whole lot of personal offense to. He shrugs, then scowls at his hand. His ice cream is melting, damn it. Gingerly, he just.. licks that off. Why'd he get this in a coe again.]

[yonosoymaria]

[It's a few more bites of ice cream before Eric finds his voice again.]

I didn't know who did. I knew who I didn't want it to have been, and... well, we all saw how little wanting meant.

[The twitch of his lips after that might have been a bitter smile dying before it properly ventured out. There's a bleak hilarity about this, too - grown men, they're standing in the corner at an ice cream party talking of death and blame. Life is a strange, strange thing.]

[marmoron]

...yeah.

[Keith's also sounding fairly bitter about that, albeit for different reasons. He was never all that fond of Clarisse in the end.]

Didn't need a trial to demonstrate how little wanting things affects the outcome.

[They're all still here, case in point. He has a bite of ice cream, then looks back up at Eric.]

You were fond of her, weren't you? Planning to help her at the execution?

[yonosoymaria]

Such as I can while unarmed. I'll bear witness, at least. Just... God, they're so young. I never thought I'd feel that way when I was that age, but ten years pass and... God forgive me, I'm getting maudlin.

[...look, he has no way of knowing about Pidge, and Maria Renard is a legend because she was so unique. Young women - girls, really - made of murder aren't something he's used to dealing with, odd fondness for Clarisse notwithstanding.]