.... [he got the same stuff, but he's pointedly ignoring it, so. he'll just stroll up to her, hands in his pockets, on his way down to town. he was thinking of going to Caritas, you see, to have a drink, but... maybe talking to someone would be a little better]
Hi, Misa. [waves at her a little, then realizes she might not remember his face, since they've only spoken over the journal since her accident. eh. if she asks, he'll remind her]
[he's got just enough time to look shocked before it hits him, and staggers backwards, catching himself on one of the lobby columns]
ohmygod---
[clutches at his chest, expecting that he'll need to put pressure on it to stop the bleeding so that he'll last until Misa can help him to the clinic --
-- but there's no blood. and no pain. he feels strangely light-headed, but ... that's all. biting at his lip, he carefully pulls the arrow out - and it gives with no pain whatsoever. once it's out, he drops it to the ground and pulls open the top two buttons of his shirt to check...]
... nothing there.
[he's just going to stare down his own shirt in wonder, thanks]
[looks up, slowly, at the sound of her voice - like it's a light in the dark, a rope to pull him out of quicksand, or any number of other life-saving metaphors. the minute he looks at her, all the shock and terror melts from his face, and he just smiles, serenely]
[smiiiiiles, because he's made her happy. life is good]
Alright. ... Hmm. Well ... of course, we're friends. I haven't known you for very long, so I can't really rate us, properly. But someday, I'd like to be able to say 'ten'. [hopeful smile is ever so hopeful. ... this is going to be an interesting questionnaire, Misa.]
Hi, Misa. [waves at her a little, then realizes she might not remember his face, since they've only spoken over the journal since her accident. eh. if she asks, he'll remind her]
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[she didn't recognize his face, but she recognized the name floating above his head!]
Ah ha, look at this! Misa has a bow and arrow set! Isn't it cute?!
[she strings one up and pulls back, just messing around! And...... yeah oops, there it goes, man, does it miss, does it hit?!]
Oh no!!!
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ohmygod---
[clutches at his chest, expecting that he'll need to put pressure on it to stop the bleeding so that he'll last until Misa can help him to the clinic --
-- but there's no blood. and no pain. he feels strangely light-headed, but ... that's all. biting at his lip, he carefully pulls the arrow out - and it gives with no pain whatsoever. once it's out, he drops it to the ground and pulls open the top two buttons of his shirt to check...]
... nothing there.
[he's just going to stare down his own shirt in wonder, thanks]
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WHA! THIS IS BECAUSE I TEASED GIL-CHAN FOR THE ACCIDENT ISN'T IT?! I'M SORRY! Are you okay?!
Oh? There's nothing there...
Timo-chan?
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Yes, Misa?
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Are you okay? Sorry... about the arrow...
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[holds the journal open in front of his face!]
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[starts looking it over]
You know ... you have very lovely handwriting.
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You can just tell Misa, since obviously you're right here!
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Alright. ... Hmm. Well ... of course, we're friends. I haven't known you for very long, so I can't really rate us, properly. But someday, I'd like to be able to say 'ten'. [hopeful smile is ever so hopeful. ... this is going to be an interesting questionnaire, Misa.]
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