Ryouka Niwa | Niwatori (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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cartesianism2018-10-20 06:32 pm
pecker) wrote in cartesianism2018-10-20 06:32 pm
AFTER-ICE-CREAM-PARTY
[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.)]
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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Heh. Would be weird if you got all charitable.
[Once Clarisse is closer, Keith removes the knife from his armor, keeping it in his palm. Helmet still shielding his hand from view, he reaches towards the bars like he's offering to shake Clarisse's hand.]
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Her braid only further unwinds itself as she moves. The pin struggling to keep her hair in place is the first gift she was ever given—and now, not the only one.]
Don't think this means anything. But I don't like waste. That's all.
[It doesn't mean anything, either, that she isn't the first to pull her hand back into the cell, even when she's let go—only that she knows less how to deal with the certain coming loneliness than his presence, than anyone's.]
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[Keith lets go of her hand, and doesn't comment on the way she's hesitating. It's easy to be the one standing outside the cell, mind unclouded by thoughts of your own impending mortality. Despite being a little ticked off about Bakugou's murder, he's actually not all that interested in taking shots at Clarisse. It's done, it's over, What he has to say about now won't undo what already happened.]
Anything else you want to say?