Lavi

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this time there are no otome points only deep concern

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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.