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[darkov]

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[darkov]

[there's a couple muffled sniffs mixed in there while she's talking, and then a few rattled breaths before there's any kind of attempt at saying something.

something, but ugh... keep trying. keep trying. he tells himself that so much it doesn't even feel like words anymore. try for what? why?]

I'm. The only one... [hhh. sniff.] The only one here. They don't-- even know I'm...I'm not there. But I'm also not supposed to. Try? Finding them...it's no use. I don't get it. I don't get it at all...

[deadtective]

I know it's not really close to the people you know at home, but you've got people here too. And it's not like someone you recognize might not drop in some day.

[this she doesn't understand. there's nothing for Hazel at home anymore, and certainly no people to miss. all of her loved ones can't see her anymore - it would kill them.]

[darkov]

[sniff. exhale.] Nmmh...

[deadtective]

You do.

[she's repeating this firmly just to get her point across. hopefully some of those people he mentioned are a little more than housemates, but even if it's just her shitty ass hanging around, he's got someone. that's important.]

So calm down a little, alright? You're gonna have shitty stories to tell your friends when they show up if you keep going on like this.

[darkov]

[hhh...]

Nn-hnh...

[deadtective]

Breathe slowly. In and out. Keep doing it until you can make a whole sentence.

[darkov]

[gulp. exhale.

beat.]

I'm sorry.

[deadtective]

That's not a sentence.

[SHE HAS OUTLAWED APOLOGIES AS A PART OF THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE]

[darkov]

U-uh? [...] I...I don't know what you want me to say...

[deadtective]

There's nothing I want you to say. That's not how conversations work.

[darkov]

Oh.

[...








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[deadtective]

[. . .]

Alright, fine, I'll give us a starter topic just this once. But the next time you have to pick one of your own, ok? I don't care if you have to lie about it.

[darkov]

I-I won't lie...

[deadtective]

That's fine too, I'm just saying that I'm not really picky at this stage in the game.

[a topic he starts on his own is already a huge victory. Hazel doesn't care if they're inventing an entire false alternate timeline along the way.]

So. You've been showering and all that shit, right?

[Hazel that's not really a starter topic that's you running down a checklist of daily life necessities like a mom...]

[darkov]

Uh, you mean...? [oh. right.] Um, yes. I-- I figured that out...

[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...