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[darkov]

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latest status update 6/26/2015

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[deadtective]

Oh, thank god. And you're changing your clothes every day?

[darkov]

[..................]

I only have...have the ones I wear...

[deadtective]

[is this how Josuke felt when he first met her? has it come to this? is she being the Josuke Higashikata of clothing in a relationship?

...god, she's going to need to sit down after this conversation is over.]

Ooook, well. At least we've got a really obvious destination for whenever we go out next. Are you at least washing them in the meantime..?

[darkov]

[he's starting to get nervous again; why does she sound like a Lumas caretaker...]

U-uh...Sometimes. But not a lot. It's-- I mean, I don't think about it. S-sor-- [almost catches that one.]

[deadtective]

Close enough.

[she has a skewed sense of wardrobe hygiene now that she doesn't sweat, she's not going to attempt to work that one out for him. this goes double for that nearly killed sorry, since she's been giving him a hard enough time as it is.]

Do you have a favorite color? Because there is no fucking way you haven't seen colors, I don't care where you're from.

[darkov]

A-- favorite? [beat for blink.] Favorite for what?

[deadtective]

For you.

[she's never had to explain favorite colors before, you'll have to give her some slack here.]

[darkov]

[.......]

Um... [color? on him? what-- his hair? or--

oh.

clothes. it's clothes, isn't it?] I--well. I'm...one of the reds...so we--I. I wear red.

[deadtective]

What do you mean, 'one of the reds'?

[sorry, she's being distracted by that peculiar phrasing yet again. Hazel is terminally curious, she can't help but poke and prod a little bit even when it probably isn't the best timing.]

[darkov]

[a soft fidgeting sound in the hesitation. this stuff, at least, has less of the nervous waver; he knows what he's talking about, he's had it memorized for ages:]

Reds...have to be able to subdue bigger monsters. Finish off ones the greens pare down. We have bigger weapons that aren't always that fast...

[deadtective]

[he can't see it, of course, but Hazel's mouth quirks a little bit.]

You're kind of short for that, aren't you?

[darkov]

[without a hesitation:] I-I know. I am. I tried to conjure smaller, but I can't...

[deadtective]

[Marty no it's a joke don't make her feel bad...]

Can't you just transfer anyway?

[darkov]

[???]

Huh?

[deadtective]

Like, switch teams.

[darkov]

Oh. Uh, no...I don't think so. Unless I can-- fix my weapon, I guess. But I haven't figured it out.

[deadtective]

What, does it only do one really specific job? You could just learn how to do something else with it instead, it sounds easier.

[darkov]

I don't know. I...I'm not. Not really good at it anyway. But if I don't do that...then I don't do anything.

[deadtective]

Not even if you get really good at something else?

[darkov]

[there's a little puff. is that a laugh? a sigh? WHO KNOWS.] I don't know. I never think about it like that.

[deadtective]

[you know what, she'll take it even if it ends up being a sigh. small victories.]

Maybe you should start! Seems like a better use of your time than trying to fix something you apparently can't.

[darkov]

Oh, but-- That's not...something I can do. I don't pick. Grandfather does. With the others.

[deadtective]

And, what, they're not allowed to change their minds?

[darkov]

[...]

I don't know. I mean-- it's...them. Not me.

[deadtective]

So? That doesn't mean there isn't anything you can do about it. Get so fucking cool they have to switch you over to something else.