IC OVERFLOW AND MISC.

[babermetrics]

For those little captcha occasions, or whatever other random IC stuff I want to do in a journal rather than elsewhere.

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[babermetrics]

[Oh, he knows. As soon as he says they can't, he knows he's wrong; it's just wishful thinking. He's glad she doesn't point it out, at least, even if she does make it pretty obvious.

Having someone else with him, and not pointing out shitty things about the situation and the way he's acting, is soothing--but then she mentions victims. He hunches up his shoulders, muscles complaining with sudden tension. Of course she's got victims; she's a yakuza! She's the Kendo Queen! But how much had she heard of Leon's outburst earlier? Was she just assuming, or--

Shit.]

Look, I don't--I mean--

[But it's not like he can deny it. He could, but it'd be a pretty stupid move.]

--Whatever. Yeah. Good for us.

[perfectstrike]

Mm.

[She glances back to him, but again, doesn't comment further; it's not her place, really. And it's just not that important to her, either. While she knows the final survivors and can infer who died, she doesn't even know for certain which members of her own classmates were executed as murderers, let alone the entire circumstances of the other class.]

Have you had the chance to investigate much of this hospital?

[babermetrics]

[Again, he's expecting more than that, and when it doesn't come, he's not sure how to feel about it. Relieved, yeah. But he's starting to get into the habit of being ready for fights that never happen, and that feeling only ever serves as a grim reminder of exactly what led to all of this in the first place.

It's still better than actually getting into it with someone over all that shit, though, he thinks. Probably.

He walks alongside her, ignoring their little followers to focus on the conversation instead. Now that most of the tension of the moment has passed, he can take in with full appreciation the sight of Peko in that nurse outfit, too, and that helps things look a little brighter. Damn . . . ]

Huh--ah, not really. Kinda? I dunno if I'd call it investigatin' when I was mostly tryin' to get my ass out o' the way of everyone trying to jab needles in me. I definitely took a couple o' those. I "investigated" the inside of a supply closet for like an hour until they got off my tail, if that's what you mean. Ha ha . . . just kidding.