[ What if he got the chemical bottles right now. But no, he grabs a bottle or champagne and pops it. The cork lands inside the jacuzzi, but he's still not going in.
Then he waits... he wants to see what W has in her head. ]
What else would I be looking forward to? A girl's gotta get paid!
[her thoughts, though, linger on: --hurry back and break that stuff before we all die. they better be keeping that kid alive too. is amiya back yet...]
They're just still young enough that they can learn better! That's all.
[a brief thought: they're still allowed to cry, and all.
the image thought bubble that pops up, unnoticed by her at first, is w standing by a child in a ruined-looking alley. the kid is sitting slumped against a wall, bleeding black, with black crystals on the surface of his skin that match the ones on w's forearm. he's sobbing.
the next thought is more an echo: you're still strong enough to cry. give it a minute and you'll be in too much pain to. you're young, so if you can't take it anymore, you can tell me; i'll end it for you.]
[ Seo was about to snark at her until he hears all that. Wow, this sure makes "we were all kids and had to kill each other" scenario in the near future hit harder, huh. His expression grows solemn in seeing that child in the condition that he's in, similar to W's.
There's a brief passing thought of wondering what being a kid would have been like that W can definitely hear, but other than that, he stays quiet. ]
[another brief little thought bubble image in response, when she hears that questioning thought. a tiny hand picking up a knife. then it shuts off again.]
...ugh, somehow it's almost worse when you're quiet.
He finishes chugging the rest of the champagne from the bottle and lightly tosses it off to the side on the ground. There's a smile on his face, but it's not one for mocking W, feeling victorious, nor anything of the positive variety. ]
Right. They call those "serious out of character moments". But if you'd like to hear my voice, you can always just say so.
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[what's a girl to do.]
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Then he waits... he wants to see what W has in her head. ]
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[she waves it off, taking a sip of the beer in her hand. her tail flicks the cork out of the water.
at first there's nothing, but what she has in her head as she settles back in is:
weirdo. what's that guy's deal, anyway? still can't get a bead on that one, it's like trying to read fucking ines used to be...
ugh, she and hoederer better still be alive when i get back or i'm seriously gonna be pissed!]
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What do you look forward to when you return? Your job of whatever gets you paid?
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[her thoughts, though, linger on: --hurry back and break that stuff before we all die. they better be keeping that kid alive too. is amiya back yet...]
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[ Interesting thoughts. Seo will keep them in mind as he drinks some more straight out of the bottle. He doesn't have a cup. Let him live.
To buy more explosives? ]
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[...squinting.]
Did you just think out loud at me?
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[ He has such a smug look on his face. ]
You'd probably be bored at the military anyway.
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[his mouth didn't move!!]
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[ lol. lmao. ]
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[one of these loops i'm gonna do it i'm seriously gonna do it-- ugh.]
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[ Kill him in one shot. ]
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[you lil shit.]
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[ Is he 25? He might as well be 10. His thought bubble might as well be sunshine and rainbows just to piss her off more. ]
So it's pretty secure~
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But he sighs. ]
Relax. It's not like any of that would mean anything to me. I don't even have context for all that.
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[it's kind of not, she hates the idea of her thoughts just being audible. they're my fucking thoughts, they're supposed to stay in here.
what good is being a liar if you expose yourself?]
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Wow? I think I make myself pretty clear!
[ No he doesn't ]
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[no she doesn't!!]
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He just sighs and drinks more of the champagne from the bottle. ]
You have a soft spot for kids?
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[a brief thought: they're still allowed to cry, and all.
the image thought bubble that pops up, unnoticed by her at first, is w standing by a child in a ruined-looking alley. the kid is sitting slumped against a wall, bleeding black, with black crystals on the surface of his skin that match the ones on w's forearm. he's sobbing.
the next thought is more an echo: you're still strong enough to cry. give it a minute and you'll be in too much pain to. you're young, so if you can't take it anymore, you can tell me; i'll end it for you.]
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There's a brief passing thought of wondering what being a kid would have been like that W can definitely hear, but other than that, he stays quiet. ]
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...ugh, somehow it's almost worse when you're quiet.
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He finishes chugging the rest of the champagne from the bottle and lightly tosses it off to the side on the ground. There's a smile on his face, but it's not one for mocking W, feeling victorious, nor anything of the positive variety. ]
Right. They call those "serious out of character moments". But if you'd like to hear my voice, you can always just say so.
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[gross. why would she want that.]
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