[Patrol : Two]

[flowers_suck]

[Morning: 851 Goldberg]

[In the early morning, Olivier sits on the porch waiting for the delivery from the milkman. Today, she will take responsibility for drinking the milk. Not that she really wants to, but if it kills her, then that's one less day in this truth-forsaken place.  And, if any of her houesmates challenge her, she will ask them if

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[epilogical]

You musn't drink that.

[No no no what have you done mommy?]

[flowers_suck]

Someone has to, unless you don't mind one of us having homicidal tendencies.

[She stares at the girl as she downs the milk, and waits for something to happen.]

[epilogical]

[Aigis stares back, ready to do what she must if something goes horribly wrong with Olivier.]

If I am part of this family, fake or not, I have to drink too, if anything. I'm not above suffering, so next time please consider me?

[flowers_suck]

[Olivier is uncharacteristically moved by the girl's words. She frowns at the milk bottle, recalling Hawkeye's explanation of the different kinds of milk. Hormone-free. She growls under her breath.]

The adults should be shouldering this burden.

[epilogical]

I will not sit and watch you two getting hurt.

[She looks down. Apparently nothing happened?]

off to work for me now D: fail at not checking my autocorrect, grrr. sorry if that didn't make sense

[flowers_suck]

[She shudders at the feelings of fondness washing over her. This wasn't right.]

Hormone free? I'd rather have gotten the razor blades. Le's get inside before the kill!drones come out.

[epilogical]

Killdrones?

But you drank the milk. Nothing should happen now.

[Is Aigis looking cuter than usual to you?]

[flowers_suck]

[She's assuming not everyone knows about the milk yet...]

From the other houses.

[And yes. It's making her uncomfortable, because she's feeling far too maternal for her liking.

[epilogical]

Oh. Okay, we should enter the house, then.

[She stands and looks at Olivier inquisitively.]

Are you feeling anything?

[flowers_suck]

[She gets to her feet and considers the girls question. She doesn't feel feverish or sick in any way, nor was she injured like Yosuke with razors. She was just feeling oddly maternal.]

Nothing. What are the odds of that?

[epilogical]

I suppose there could be regular milk as well. Sometimes the games played offer a small chance of being unharmed by them, although these are odd and limited.

[flowers_suck]

[She considers this part of the town screwing with them.]

Is there a point to these games?