{Five} &diams Why am I so uptight today? / Paranoia's all I got left

[burntorangesky]

I've been thinking about the last strange entry. The one with the sparkles, not the one with only colors. It told us to look for an apple. It specified only one

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[yourealrightnow]

[He nodded to himself, giving her room one last look over.] Good. Good.

[To her question of the kitchen, he slipped all but his thumbs into his sweatpants and bobbed his head briefly.] Yeah. It's more work, but your tastebuds will thank you.

[Roswell laughed, the sound more hearty than before, and was paused by some reasonless pang of guilt. Something inside of him screamed that he shouldn't be enjoying her company this much. Why? Was he not allowed friends, back where he came from? He shrugged it off and put his smile back into place. Maybe she didn't know him enough yet to see its lie.] Oh, alright then.

[A pause.] Hey...did you want to join me at the Scavenger's Yard after my shift tomorrow? I've been doing a little digging into the secrets of this place, hoping to, I don't know, make people a little safer. I was given a few clues by one of the people that write in riddles and all those ridiculous colors. There's an item in the Yard that may be able to help me find out more. [Again, his smile softened.] If you have plans, though, don't let me interfere. I just thought I could another pair of hands I know I can trust.

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[burntorangesky]

[Fred noticed his smile falter before he wrenched it back into place, but decided it was best not to ask what all that was about.] I'll go get my things, shall I?

[She hesitated a moment, tugging down at the hem of her very short skirt. Digging into secrets could be dangerous here... but there probably wasn't any better way to learn about Edensphere, Fred reasoned to herself.] All right, yes. That's probably dangerous, but if we don't take risks here we'll never learn anything. Since I plan to be in the Scavenger's Yard tomorrow anyway, I could meet you there? [She rubbed at her cheek absently. It was starting to itch under the bandage.]

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[yourealrightnow]

[Roswell's eyes followed the tug on her skirt, and lingered. Again that guilt, and again he squashed it down. Moving his eyes back to hers, he couldn't have agreed more with her reasoning. It was, after all, part of why he was doing it in the first place. It seemed that whomever ran Edensphere had everyone too afraid to do what must be done.] That sounds good, yeah. It probably won't be until about five in the afternoon, give or take a few minutes.

[The attention she paid to that bandage brought yet more of his self-directed anger to the surface. His hand was half-reached towards the bandaged before he even knew it had left his side. He froze it, and reclaimed it a second later.] Does it...does it still hurt?

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[burntorangesky]

[Fred blushed as she noticed Roswell's eyes lingering. She certainly wouldn't have worn something like this of her own volition, but Edensphere hadn't given her a choice. When he brought his eyes back up, she cleared her throat, still blushing a bit.] Good. I'll try to be near the lift at that time.

[She pulled her hand away from the bandage as though it had burned her. She hadn't meant to remind him of... that.] Oh! No. No, it doesn't hurt at all; in fact, it's starting to itch. Rather annoying, really. [Fred was lying, just a bit; the cut still hurt sometimes too. But Roswell didn't need to hear that.]