cartesianism | AFTER-ICE-CREAM-PARTY

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.)]

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...About the same.

[But, she's quick to follow that up with:]

I'll be fine, though, so it's not... It's not fine, but I'll live.

You sure about that?

[It's a dark joke, but what else is he supposed to come out with right now?]

[She answers quickly, just as dark but with an added kind of heat to her voice. Like pent up steam escaping from a container that doesn't have any space to spare.]

Yes, of course. As one of the few people who has no combat experience or weird superpowers or anything that could be remotely useful in this situation, I have always been and remain completely confident in that fact.

[She leans back slightly, running her hands over her face for a moment before continuing.]

Sorry. Never mind, just... It's been a long day.

[He doesn't mind the outburst, he realizes it needed to come out, and he only prodded at it. He looks out into the distance.]

Makes two of us.

[He tries to be nonchalant but it's not working.]

...They were just kids. We're...just kids.

[She glances towards him, honest concern on her face, before she speaks.]

You're smart, and you've got, like... murder mystery experience, right?

[That's not intended to downplay his very legitimate worry; rather, it's an attempt to try and reassure him, even a little.]

I don't... get why any of this is happening. I just want to go home.

[It sounds like it's hard to get the words out, somehow. Dislikes: vulnerability, and all that.]

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Right. My time in the scooby gang will be sure to keep me safe from all those guys with superpowers and long criminal histories.

[Said more lightheartedly than dismissive, he appreciates what she's trying to say.]

It's just...fucked.

[He shakes his head, and leans back. The less he thinks about it right now, the better.]

What’s home like for you?

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It's probably given you more common sense than, like, half the people here. I mean, if you're not in the habit of wandering around on Thursday nights, you're doing great so far.

[She drums her nails against the bench's seat, a nervous motion she's barely aware she's doing.]

...Bullshit, basically, but better than life and death bullshit.

Edited (i didn't see that edit until it was too late rip) 2018-10-21 22:51 (UTC)

Anything probably is. Funny how all it takes for a change of perspective is a little killing. Never thought I’d be missing high school.

Yeah. Like... It’s my senior year, and for ages I’ve just been thinking, you know, ride it out a little longer and then you’ll finally be free. Having to go there every day was like hell. It’s... Missing it at all feels like a fucked up fever dream, but I’d do anything to have to write another paper about Catcher in the Rye instead of this bullshit.

Here’s to that.

[Said with very little enthusiasm, but he’s no exactly capable of that right now.]

I’d take Reggie’s regularly scheduled terrorism over this any day.

[She falls silent at that for a few moments, unsure what to say next. Eventually:]

Who's Reggie? Some asshole at your school, I'm guessing?

A practicer of the fine art of bullying.

He sounds like an asshole.

[As such, there's a frown, as she glances down at the bench again.]

After we get home, you should just tell him to fuck himself. I mean, not like it's that easy, but... You know.