Week 4

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[After everything that this case was, you probably don't want to deal with anything else. But you wake up on Sunday, just like before, with some new memories, and some new stores to check out.

Let's see what this week brings.]

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[induality]

[She has to take a moment to calm down to assess that but--]

...no. No, I feel fine.

[Ardyn...]

He'd know about this?

[nightcure]

He's seen a lot of stuff.

[ He shakes his head. ]

As long as we're both feeling fine, it's okay.

[induality]

[Yeah that's avoiding the question-- but it's fine. She can ask him herself then.]

...maybe it's... just a replica? B-but who the hell would want to replicate something like that? Worse... it might only be alright because of whatever's sealing people's abilities. They... might have done it to this thing too.

[nightcure]

I'm thinking just... a replica.

[ Because he doesn't like the alternative. ]

Either way, it seems like it's harmless. Thankfully.

Sorry for scaring you.

[induality]

...if it's not... w-we'd best be prepared to leave it here. I don't want to find out what happens if we take it out of this place...

[She shakes her head.]

I'd... be scared too, if I found something like that.

[nightcure]

So we just chuck it out an airlock or something before we leave.

[ Let space deal with it. ]

... Still. I'm glad it's not harmful now. I still want to make it up to you for freaking you out.

[induality]

[Make it up to her, huh... She's not used to people treating her this way-- acting like they owe her something.

...

But there's something she can do, right?]

...you don't want this thing, r-right?

[She picks up the hunk of plague.]

Can I have it?

[nightcure]

... You want it, really?

[ He's... surprised. ]

[induality]

Y-you weren't going to keep it, right?

I... could use it.

[nightcure]

I was going to until I found something to do with it, so...

What are you gonna do with it?

[induality]

Well. I was thinking... it would make a good paperweight.

[Something the writer would naturally think of.]

At least for now.

[nightcure]

Alright then.

[ He picks it up, and he's not happy about touching the thing. He hands it over to her. ]

It's all yours, Touko.

[induality]

[Now that she knows it's not going to do anything to her, she's fine holding it-- though she looks at it for a long moment before she tucks it away carefully.]

Thanks. Don't worry, I'll take good care of it.

[At least better care than she does of the hardlight projector she'd been trying to figure out; jabbing at buttons in an irritated fashion.]

[nightcure]

I don't have to worry about that, at least.

[ ... he's definitely gonna try to make her a cake. ]