Lavi

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this time there are no otome points only deep concern

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[I KNOW WE'RE ALMOST AT THE END ZONE THOUGH!!!!

they can flop together at the house... which sounds even creakier and spookier than before now that there's only the four of them.]

I can always talk twice as much to make up for it.

[a small attempt at humor despite the weight of this day. of this entire weekend. week. month. months PLURAL]

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[CRIES...ONE MORE WEEK

She laughs a little. Swats at his chest. Dummy.]

You'll be hoarse as a chainsmoker before the hour's out.

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[he snickers at that, and then he leans back, letting the laughter subside for calm,

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Have you made your wish yet?

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[Ah.

Camille swallows. Leaning back, looking up at the ceiling. She has an idea, now. Didn't last week. And still, she's too ashamed to pull the trigger.]

I keep trying to ask people if they need help with something. Everyone tells me no. Even when they've come from a certified hell hole, no one wants help fixing it.

You?

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[at that he laughs. it's an abrupt, surprised sound -- like Camille's taking him completely off-guard with her answer, but his expression is both wry and fond]

Maybe we were always meant to be partners.

'Cept instead of asking people if they need help, I was thinking of using mine to figure out more information about the cult and ritual. Famine said I should be careful if I do though. Won't be of much use unless I think of a specific question.

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[Looks up at the laugh like ??

But then hearing him go on, well. She guesses that tracks.]

Written in the stars, were we?

[She turns her head a little, narrowing her eyes.]

Well. Have you narrowed it down any? I know we were struggling with the star colours. Or what the nervous system for the ritual is supposed to be.

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[he shakes his head,]

...I think we'll be able to figure it out.

The cultists took too much from us already. Not sure I want to add our wishes to the mix.

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Then, what will you ask for? I won't tell. [She mimes zipping her lip.] Scout's honour.

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[he smiles at the zipped lip,]

Might use it to find my Gramps! We were losing a fight before we got here, and Kanda said we've been missing for a while.

I guess I could use it to end all wars or solve world hunger instead, but... [he shrugs] I'm not sure if wishing for that will save him.

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[She listens.

Then smiles. It's been a day of so many fucking tears, she's probably dried out for the week. But this much brings some life back into her.]

No. I think that's a perfect use for a wish.

[Imagine if she woke-scolded him for not fixing all of society.]

Maybe throw in a win on that fight while you're at it, though. Make sure you don't find him in too bad of a jam.

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[he gives her a little finger gun!!]

Good idea! I'll need all the luck I can get kicking bad guy ass.

[hehehehe... he leans over to peer at her]

You should follow my lead and use yours for yourself too.

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[She feels a touch squeamish now. Looking away, flexing fingers against her leg.]

I'll give it consideration.

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[he watches her look away, glances down to see her fingers,]

Maybe I'll use my wish to turn thirty four... Or thirty five? Do you like older guys, Cami?

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[She pulls such a face at him.]

Yeah. Eighty-five at youngest. So hop to it. Get grey or go home.

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[he bursts out laughing]

Hey, that's still younger than my Gramps! I'll take it.