♠ ALL THE RUST → { nine }

[medeating]

[VOICE | PUBLIC | JAPANESE]

[she expects the buzz chastising her about her late update, so there's no hiss of pain, finally. But there's a noticeably loud exhale: between countries declaring war on each other, and Hatsuharu snapping, she's quite. Exasperated. Tone more severe than usual.]

Tch. Does this satisfy?

[there's a pause. When she

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[fate_foretold]

...Interesting question.

[COMING FROM A DEAD GIRL THAT IS.]

[medeating]

[THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK, JIN 8D]

Do you have an answer?

[not annoyed at all. just. intently curious]

[fate_foretold]

[CURSE YOU AND YOUR STUPID FLOWERS]

Hm...

[The first thing that comes to mind is something like "Takaya", but even Jin realizes how gay that would sound.]

You mean for right now, in this place? ...Not really.

[medeating]

[FROLICS IN A FIELD OF THEM]

I see. [...] And back home?

[fate_foretold]

You were there. You should know.

[Basically everything they did was to assert that they were, in fact, alive, and not yet gone. ...At least, that's how Jin had viewed it.]

[medeating]

True enough.

[it's strange, for her; how much of her following Takaya just became routine, after all that time? she had believed in what he said-to deny that would make her a liar. But Jin had always been more committed, some part of her felt, than she had been]

[fate_foretold]

So what's your answer to that, anyway?

[There's a bit of an edge to his voice. He fully expects her to say something about that boyfriend of hers.]

[medeating]

Here? I'm not sure I have one.

[but if he asks her point blank about back home, she wouldn't lie. It doesn't sit right with her, even after all she's done]

[fate_foretold]

Tch. Who does.

[Paaause. And almost as an afterthought:]

I guess it's not worth asking you about home, huh...

[medeating]

[quieter]

That's up to you.

[fate_foretold]

Well, if you're just going to go on about what's-his-face -- [Jin knows his name, of course; he just doesn't respect him enough to use it.] -- then yeah, you can save it.

[medeating]

There were things before him.

[it's said half-annoyed, but she's still quiet. Those things: Medea, sometimes. Takaya's preachings, when she was younger and a little less numb; and... that. Junpei hadn't liked it. That tendency of hers.]

[fate_foretold]

...Makes sense.

[His tone is slightly less accusing. There must have been something keeping her from killing herself, after all. He doesn't ask her to share, though. He wasn't that interested, honestly. If she wanted to put it out there, then she could.]

[medeating]

You probably know some of them.

[she won't go into specifics. but yeah. there were some things he probably knew just from knowing her for so long]

[fate_foretold]

Drawing, right?

[Also cutting. But whyyy bring that up.]

...Although you could have just been faking that for all I know.

[It's a joke. Because she certainly never showed any of her drawings to Jin.]

[medeating]

That, sometimes.

[she actually sounds slightly amused by the joke, very quietly, very subtly, but it's there]

No; it was real.