*He stares at the floor, before looking at her and admitting,*
I'm afraid, Misa. There are bad people here. That man Light from last week -- he was mean to me. I don't care about that, but I do care about why. Pink-san says he kills people.
Ah, Edgar Allan Poe. A truely great artist. ::she smiles at him:: I didn't know you liked his work.
::she watches him carefully, listening to his words, concern. Gently, she wraps her arm around his sholder, pulling him close to her, she leans against him gently:: Don't worry, darling. He can't hurt you. Besides, if he ever tried, I'd be all over him before he'd even get close to you. I'll protect you, okay? And so with just about everyone else here in the Mansion. Besides, he can't kill anyone here. ::she gently ruffles his hair, smiling down at him affectionately, as if he were her little brother:: Okay?
*His French accent is surprisingly good; he doesn't need to take any care at all to pronounce the name correctly. His father was French.*
"The Murders in the Rue Morgue" is better than "The Mystery of Marie Roget," but "The Purloined Letter" is the best of all of them. I like Sherlock Holmes, too.
*Leaning against her, he nods, at first uncertainly, then with more assurance.*
He doesn't even know where the room is. It's pretty hard to find, but we have to keep it that way, right?
::she giggles at his french accent:: That's a really good french accent you've got there. ^__^
::she strokes his hair comfortingly:: I know, I don't want you to get hurt trying to protect me either, but I know you would do anything to protect me. Just as I would do anything to protect you. I love you very much.
::she smiles, genuinely interested:: Really? That's wonderful. What was your mother?
::she sighs softly, a bit of a rueful look on her face:: Well, not that particular Light, but the Light in my world had hurt me, yes. ::she stares ahead of her, remembering:: He was very cruel, but...I thought he cared for me and was just having a tough way of showing it. It turned out he didn't, he just really didn't care. I wasn't part of his plans. ::she smiles down at him now:: But that's okay, because I have you now. And I know where you stand regarding your feelings for me. And you sweet and kind.
My mum was... my mum. She studied Philosophy. She liked Bertrand Russell. She spent a lot of time working on her diss-er-ta-tion.
Um, the other grown-ups in the kitchen said you're my girlfriend. I know -- *he concentrates* -- that means we live together now. Are we going to get married? I think if I ever got married, I'd want to marry you. But you're too old.
::she smiles, listening to him talk about his mother:: She sounds nice.
::she laughs at this:: I'm not too old, you know. Legally, I'm not even allowed to drink yet. Though, at the moment, we are a little over ten years apart in age. ::she flushes slightly at the mention of marriage:: I'm not sure. We...haven't really talked about it. Of course, I'd love to marry you, it would be wonderful...::she thinks about the prospect, smiling softly::...perhaps, in the future...You know, I always had this fantasy about getting married on a cliff side, either at sunrise or sunset, and it would just be me, my future husband, and the priest...::she shakes her head realizing she's rambling a bit:: Ah, but, like I said, we haven't really talked about it. Really, I'm just so glad to have found someone as wonderful as you. ::she squeeses him in a hug::
Yes, of course. :) We have marshmellows, too. Would you like some in your hot cocoa?
*He blinks.* Yes, she was nice. That was what Light tried to make me feel bad about -- my mum. He tried to make it sound like his mum was better because she didn't die, and like -- I would die too, because not having a mum would make me feel like I couldn't do anything right. But none of it is true. It's nobody's fault my mum died. It was an electrical fire.
*After listening to Misa's description of the wedding ceremony she envisions, he takes his forefinger out of his mouth, where he has been nibbling on its tip, then says,*
::her expression is sad now:: I'm so sorry...I know how it feels, though. I lost my parents, too.
::she giggles:: Well, not a cliff like one see's in cartoons, with the earth crumbling from beneath it. More like...well, like a small mountain, over looking the ocean, with lots of flowers and trees surrounding the area. But, in the fall, so there aren't as many bees or other bugs. ^__^;
::she stands, gently ruffling his hair, then crosses the room to the kitchenette area and sets to work making the hot cocoa. She pours milk into two mugs then sticks them in the microwave for a couple of minutes and busys herself getting the packets of cocoa, straws, and spoons from the cupboard. Once the microwave finishes, she adds in the power, stirring, then drops a few marshmellows in each mugs. She brings them back over to the couch and holds one out to L:: Here you go. Careful, though, it may be a bit too hot at the moment.
Yes, I know. How long ago? I think mine died two years ago. Are you still as sad as you were then?
*His head tilts to the side as he listens to her description.*
That sounds pretty, Misa, but why the ocean?
*As he waits for her to finish the cocoa, the laptop powers on, and he looks at the files on the desktop. One is labelled MONKEY, and was not there before his age-reversal.*
*He accepts the mug of cocoa, and stirs it carefully, watching the marshmallows melt.*
::she nods:: Two years ago, hmm? That must have been hard on you. Mine passed away about three years ago, when I was 16. Though, it's almost four years now...no, I'm not as sad as I was then. It still hurts, though... ::she gaze is fixed off in the distance, the memory flashing before her eyes:: ...it's just...difficult...to have to remember that I couldn't save them...
::she smiles at him:: Well, I've never been to the ocean before, and I love natural bodies of water. I've seen streams, creeks, even lakes, but never the ocean. I always imagined after the ceremony, my husband and I would walk on the sand near the water...I always wanted to collect shells there and toss starfish back into the water. Plus, the waters waves are controlled by the moons gravitational pull. I've always loved the moon, and I think it would make me feel closer to it.
::she smiles at the file labeled Monkey::
Sure, but weren't you going to show me your program first? I'm excited to see it. ^__^
You couldn't save them? Because...? *He concentrates again, trying to remember why, and it eventually comes to him.* Oh.
I don't want you to be sad, Misa.
*He stares at her, but does not attempt to hug her.*
I haven't been to the beach in a long time, but I think it was fun. I didn't have to wear shoes.
*When she mentions his program, he becomes visibly more excited, though he tries to cover it.*
Yes, um.
*He leans over, clicking the file. An emulation screen pops up -- this file is circa 1987-88, after all -- and in it, a full-screen design depicting a monkey on a background of trees appears. The animation only lasts about a second and a half, but the monkey lopes across the screen, from one edge to another. It had been an exercise in observation, as well as programming, and it had taken him several days of after-school time to complete. He wasn't told until much later that it had been expected to take him several weeks.*
*He's pleased that she liked it: she's the adult he most wants to delight and impress. Not, in this case, simply to gain some power over her, but because she has power over him.*
Just a couple of days, like. I had to make all the screens and then write a program that would play them like a movie. It was easy, though.
Of course, I'd love to. ^__^ Any certain story?
::she sets the laptop on the coffe table in front of him, then sits beside him, crosslegged::
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*He stares at the floor, before looking at her and admitting,*
I'm afraid, Misa. There are bad people here. That man Light from last week -- he was mean to me. I don't care about that, but I do care about why. Pink-san says he kills people.
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::she watches him carefully, listening to his words, concern. Gently, she wraps her arm around his sholder, pulling him close to her, she leans against him gently::
Don't worry, darling. He can't hurt you. Besides, if he ever tried, I'd be all over him before he'd even get close to you. I'll protect you, okay? And so with just about everyone else here in the Mansion. Besides, he can't kill anyone here. ::she gently ruffles his hair, smiling down at him affectionately, as if he were her little brother:: Okay?
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*His French accent is surprisingly good; he doesn't need to take any care at all to pronounce the name correctly. His father was French.*
"The Murders in the Rue Morgue" is better than "The Mystery of Marie Roget," but "The Purloined Letter" is the best of all of them. I like Sherlock Holmes, too.
*Leaning against her, he nods, at first uncertainly, then with more assurance.*
He doesn't even know where the room is. It's pretty hard to find, but we have to keep it that way, right?
Misa, I don't want you to get hurt protecting me.
*He continues to cling to her.*
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::she strokes his hair comfortingly::
I know, I don't want you to get hurt trying to protect me either, but I know you would do anything to protect me. Just as I would do anything to protect you. I love you very much.
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My dad was French. He taught me. He and Mum met at a university there.
*He hugs around her waist.*
I love you too, Misa. You're not gross like other girls, you're cool. And you're right -- I wouldn't let Light hurt you, either.
*He frowns.*
Has he tried before? Some other way, like?
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::she sighs softly, a bit of a rueful look on her face:: Well, not that particular Light, but the Light in my world had hurt me, yes. ::she stares ahead of her, remembering:: He was very cruel, but...I thought he cared for me and was just having a tough way of showing it. It turned out he didn't, he just really didn't care. I wasn't part of his plans.
::she smiles down at him now:: But that's okay, because I have you now. And I know where you stand regarding your feelings for me. And you sweet and kind.
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Um, the other grown-ups in the kitchen said you're my girlfriend. I know -- *he concentrates* -- that means we live together now. Are we going to get married? I think if I ever got married, I'd want to marry you. But you're too old.
*He nestles against her.*
Can we have hot cocoa, now?
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::she laughs at this:: I'm not too old, you know. Legally, I'm not even allowed to drink yet. Though, at the moment, we are a little over ten years apart in age.
::she flushes slightly at the mention of marriage:: I'm not sure. We...haven't really talked about it. Of course, I'd love to marry you, it would be wonderful...::she thinks about the prospect, smiling softly::...perhaps, in the future...You know, I always had this fantasy about getting married on a cliff side, either at sunrise or sunset, and it would just be me, my future husband, and the priest...::she shakes her head realizing she's rambling a bit:: Ah, but, like I said, we haven't really talked about it. Really, I'm just so glad to have found someone as wonderful as you. ::she squeeses him in a hug::
Yes, of course. :) We have marshmellows, too. Would you like some in your hot cocoa?
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Yes, she was nice. That was what Light tried to make me feel bad about -- my mum. He tried to make it sound like his mum was better because she didn't die, and like -- I would die too, because not having a mum would make me feel like I couldn't do anything right. But none of it is true. It's nobody's fault my mum died. It was an electrical fire.
*After listening to Misa's description of the wedding ceremony she envisions, he takes his forefinger out of his mouth, where he has been nibbling on its tip, then says,*
On a cliff... wouldn't that be dangerous?
*He blushes.*
I'm happy you like me, too, Misa.
Marshmallows would be good.
*He leans forward and opens the laptop computer.*
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::she giggles:: Well, not a cliff like one see's in cartoons, with the earth crumbling from beneath it. More like...well, like a small mountain, over looking the ocean, with lots of flowers and trees surrounding the area. But, in the fall, so there aren't as many bees or other bugs. ^__^;
::she stands, gently ruffling his hair, then crosses the room to the kitchenette area and sets to work making the hot cocoa. She pours milk into two mugs then sticks them in the microwave for a couple of minutes and busys herself getting the packets of cocoa, straws, and spoons from the cupboard. Once the microwave finishes, she adds in the power, stirring, then drops a few marshmellows in each mugs. She brings them back over to the couch and holds one out to L::
Here you go. Careful, though, it may be a bit too hot at the moment.
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Yes, I know. How long ago? I think mine died two years ago. Are you still as sad as you were then?
*His head tilts to the side as he listens to her description.*
That sounds pretty, Misa, but why the ocean?
*As he waits for her to finish the cocoa, the laptop powers on, and he looks at the files on the desktop. One is labelled MONKEY, and was not there before his age-reversal.*
*He accepts the mug of cocoa, and stirs it carefully, watching the marshmallows melt.*
Thanks. Can you show me the mystery games, now?
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Mine passed away about three years ago, when I was 16. Though, it's almost four years now...no, I'm not as sad as I was then. It still hurts, though... ::she gaze is fixed off in the distance, the memory flashing before her eyes:: ...it's just...difficult...to have to remember that I couldn't save them...
::she smiles at him:: Well, I've never been to the ocean before, and I love natural bodies of water. I've seen streams, creeks, even lakes, but never the ocean. I always imagined after the ceremony, my husband and I would walk on the sand near the water...I always wanted to collect shells there and toss starfish back into the water. Plus, the waters waves are controlled by the moons gravitational pull. I've always loved the moon, and I think it would make me feel closer to it.
::she smiles at the file labeled Monkey::
Sure, but weren't you going to show me your program first? I'm excited to see it. ^__^
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I don't want you to be sad, Misa.
*He stares at her, but does not attempt to hug her.*
I haven't been to the beach in a long time, but I think it was fun. I didn't have to wear shoes.
*When she mentions his program, he becomes visibly more excited, though he tries to cover it.*
Yes, um.
*He leans over, clicking the file. An emulation screen pops up -- this file is circa 1987-88, after all -- and in it, a full-screen design depicting a monkey on a background of trees appears. The animation only lasts about a second and a half, but the monkey lopes across the screen, from one edge to another. It had been an exercise in observation, as well as programming, and it had taken him several days of after-school time to complete. He wasn't told until much later that it had been expected to take him several weeks.*
*He turns to Misa, proud, and says,*
Did you like it?
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Just a couple of days, like. I had to make all the screens and then write a program that would play them like a movie. It was easy, though.
Can you show me the games now?
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