[ grace walks into the kitchen to get a snack to find omi already there, so she peers to see what he's doing. yes i am throwing you the ball ruthlessly ]
Did you do a beeline here first thing in the morning?
[ problematic hand touching equals a sudden flash of a memory, and while it starts off with tension and fear those feelings kind of ebb and flow through it until the end, despite how abrupt it may be. ]
What was that?
[ it might be her memory but she? hates this, actually? ]
Just Omi and a blonde haired boy in a living room together. It's empty for the moment, but there's signs that many other people live here, from a puzzle on the living room table, and a bag of marshmallows tucked into the shelves. From this vantage point, she can see some of the shoes near the door.
(A game chiming)
Omi speaks, "Whew..."
The blonde haired boy speaks next, "Pretty good for your first time."
"Thanks, Banri. That did help a little." It's not enough, and it doesn't quite hit his itch to cook, but he is grateful that Banri is trying.
"Glad to hear that." Pleased and proud of himself. He clearly cares about his friend.
Omi's gentle little laugh before he continues, "I still wish I could cook in real life, though. Am I obsessed?"
Banri laughs right back at him. "Obsessed enough to sneak back home to cook."]
week 1, saturday
Ugh, sorry, Omi. Balance.
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's fine.
You doin' okay after- [Everything that happened at trial?]
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[ omi, trial was the worst ]
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Yeah, that shit looked like it sucked.
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[ just because she'd have just screamed most probably ]
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[ why is there NOTHING LEFT OF THE BODY ]
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We can't really rule out anything at this point.
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[That's really it, isn't it?]
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week 2, monday
Did you do a beeline here first thing in the morning?
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[Have you ever just missed doing something so much?]
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[There's a bowl of batter to the side here.]
Crepes. Do you want one?
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[ batter...!!! ]
Sure. Been a while since I've had some.
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[ decadent or whatever! sure! ]
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[He adds in the filling and folds it up all nice and fancy- here you go, Grace!
Their hands definitely brush.]
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What was that?
[ it might be her memory but she? hates this, actually? ]
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[Grace will get:
Just Omi and a blonde haired boy in a living room together. It's empty for the moment, but there's signs that many other people live here, from a puzzle on the living room table, and a bag of marshmallows tucked into the shelves. From this vantage point, she can see some of the shoes near the door.
(A game chiming)
Omi speaks, "Whew..."
The blonde haired boy speaks next, "Pretty good for your first time."
"Thanks, Banri. That did help a little." It's not enough, and it doesn't quite hit his itch to cook, but he is grateful that Banri is trying.
"Glad to hear that." Pleased and proud of himself. He clearly cares about his friend.
Omi's gentle little laugh before he continues, "I still wish I could cook in real life, though. Am I obsessed?"
Banri laughs right back at him. "Obsessed enough to sneak back home to cook."]
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I thought you could cook?
[ is she holding death crepes? omi? ]
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