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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[snideper]

[Clarisse isn't sitting especially close to the bars, but she isn't too near the back wall, either. That doesn't change when Eric shifts; she certainly doesn't come any closer, but she doesn't recoil this time. She does, after a moment, turn her head to look at his hand put through the bars.

The breath she huffs out almost sounds like a heh, and maybe the noise could have been amused if she made it even a few hours ago, but now it just accompanies her eyes tracking back down to the floor. She doesn't, at least, turn away.]

Whatever. [But she says that with a sense of obligation to if anything at all, lighter than the way she mumbles,] I don't understand you at all.

[But she certainly doesn't have it in her to complain.]

[yonosoymaria]

I haven't really understood myself for a long time.

[His voice isn't sharp, isn't really anything but tired, though there's a slight lilt upwards at the end of that sentence.

He'd had John to keep him from a cell like this, he'd had John to knock him flat when he was courting disaster, and Clarisse had... no one, apparently, no one but "Lady Eremiya", who wanted her to be a weapon more than anything.]

You deserved better than this. That's trite, I know.

[snideper]

I'm getting exactly what I deserve.

[But if she sounds anything but tired, it's like she's telling Eric something he hasn't realized. A broken tool is replaced, a snapped bowstring is disposed of, a failure is left to die. How could she have ever expected any different, that a second chance would change anything at all?]