[ It doesn't matter if he trusts her or not; his feelings remain the same. ]
I'm glad to hear you'll be perfectly fine without me. [ It's a mean barb, and he knows it; he buries his face into her shoulder and sighs, too long and too loud. ] I don't trust you to be able to know when too far is too far, I'll admit that much. You've always gone overboard.
[ (says the one who jumped off a bridge for a camera) ]
And I definitely don't trust Junko, who's already hurt dozens of people, or the Arehtei, who are so vague and frustrating even people who've supported them in the past are getting tired of them, or... pretty much anyone else. [ A few heartbeats spent breathing, ears trained on her pulse beside his ear. ] I might trust Silver.
[It's a mean enough barb that she almost flinches away, but grips tighter as he moves onto other topics.]
You're the one who threw himself off a bridge for some dumb camera [and sacrificed his body in some effort to protect her by accepting a demon into it.] Don't talk to me about going overboard.
[Just so you know. She shakes her head though, sighing softly in contrast to his frustration before, and pets his head.]
I know Daimonia's at least a good Arehtei. I feel like I can trust her. Maybe it's just because I'm aligned to her, but... she really does want to help us, even if there's things she's not certain about. I promise. [It's the feeling she got being close to the dinosaur. White giggles lightly.] Silver's definitely someone you can trust though. Jude is too, by the way, even outside of his doctoring. They're both good people.
[ That was legitimate, okay, you don't use your powers selfishly, you use them for others...! Aaaaaand it didn't occur to him that he could. ]
I'll take your word for it. [ He can't totally trust it, but... he'll take it. Into consideration. ] On Daimonia, at least. I'm aware Silver and Jude are good people.
[ ...maybe now isn't really the time for heavy questions, so he shifts gears. ]
Silver... mentioned you make flowers like I do. With your emotions, I mean, but I've never seen it. What kind are they? [ ...maybe White knows who else does plants too. ]
White cannot stop herself from visibly being relieved, sinking into the seat more.]
Wildflowers, I guess. I haven't really looked. They usually pop up when, um, I'm around someone I really like. [Eck. Embarrassing enough that she's using her hair as cover.] Happiness flowers, I guess? But it's a weird kind of happiness.
[ That's cute. That's really cute. ...that does not help with his at all. ]
...flowers grow no matter what I feel--well, er, mostly. [ There's thorny vines for some of them, but... otherwise... ] Do you know anyone else who gets flowers? He said there were other people, but I've never noticed anything like it before.
[it's not cute it is the worst thing the day she learns to stop growing them is the day they disappear forever]
Silver does the same thing I do, and his flowers are really pretty. [Silver might know the name of his own.
... Though the memory of how she found that out gives rise to a cozy sort of warmth, hand lingering near her ear as she smiles. It'd been oddly sweet of him to hear her out in the first place, but putting flowers in her hair was so unnecessary.] It's probably people he's friends with that he's talking about. Tsukiyama always has a flower on him, but I don't know if that's because of his feelings or an out of season fashion accessory. Maybe Cilan? Or one of his housemates.
[Who else was close to Silver?]
Komaeda, maybe? I bet he'd have cute flowers. But I don't think I've caught anyone else doing it myself. There's mostly temperature changes.
[It is a wonder there isn't more weather warnings because of it.]
I guess you might just not notice it because they happen to be on the ground.
I always assumed it was just an accessory. [ ...but making flowers would fit Tsukiyama, seeing as he's pretty and elegant and, going by White's pictures, doesn't have a bad side.
At least more than it fits him. ...flowers also fit his beautiful, wonderful sister. Not so much Silver? Cilan maybe, he's pretty bright. ...he can't say he can see either of Silver's housemates doing it though.
Or Nagito. ] ...you might be right. I feel like it'd be weird to start staring at the ground waiting for some to pop up though. Wouldn't it?
actually they do, because he remembers them picking some up on their weekly candle run because "you keep making flowers, we should keep some." He doesn't particularly want to leave his sister to grab one, but he's curious, so... he'll leave the nice thing they've got going on and grab one of them. A small one, painted black and decorated with white snowflake. Blessedly empty save for some packed dirt. ]
We've really gotta find some use for all the useless stuff we have in our house. Who let us have money?
[Like, unplanted pots and candles all about? There's a reason no one's really allowed into their place.
White turns it around in her hand, uncertainty prickling at the back of her mind since... while she knows what triggers it it's not like she's ever wanted it to happen.]
You know, I actually told Silver about my flower thing to try and get rid of it, which is how I found out about his. It's nothing but an inconvenience to me, [as pretty and fitting as Black might find it for his sister,] though it's not like anyone knows what causes it to happen besides me, Silver, and now you. I could just be really happy.
[It didn't have to be connected to some sort of love aspect, though it makes its negative counterpart more obvious when that comes around. She shakes her head and half-shrugs, setting the pot in her lap and tapping the blackened clay rhythmically.]
It's just really weird to want to see them.
[... And still a tad guilty. She shouldn't feel so good about how a certain person makes her feel, especially now.]
[There's relief at first, but when she glances at him it settles back into guilt. No, if she was going to hide the depth of one thing from him, she'll show another. A huff.]
I just said it was weird. That's all.
[She can do it, dammit. White leans back, one hand on the pot, and lets her mind wander through the different memories of this place until she lands on one that flutters a smile onto her face, warmth balling heavy in her chest and sprouting buds close to her fingertips. They're not lively, kind of sickly looking, but they're there in their desperately needing water glory: wildflowers.]
[ NO HE WASN'T EXPECTING TWO OF THEM, DOWN HE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOES ]
Ow, White-- [ god his sister is a menace, this is why he said unfortunate-- ] I'm just joking--whoever you like's really lucky to have someone like you liking them.
[ (instead of a mess like him. haha!!)
after a moment of holding his poor shin, black flops back on their floor at stares up at his sister. ] ...is it really none of my business when you've been so nosy about who I like?
She can't say Leo. He'll ask her about the flowers and stuff. And then he wouldn't get why she wouldn't say yes to Leo asking her out, since that would definitely come out.]
I... have a couple of people, I guess, I don't really know for sure... but... [White can't meet his eye really, focusing on the cast instead with its various names now imprinted upon it.] For a while now, I've really liked Jude.
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I'm glad to hear you'll be perfectly fine without me. [ It's a mean barb, and he knows it; he buries his face into her shoulder and sighs, too long and too loud. ] I don't trust you to be able to know when too far is too far, I'll admit that much. You've always gone overboard.
[ (says the one who jumped off a bridge for a camera) ]
And I definitely don't trust Junko, who's already hurt dozens of people, or the Arehtei, who are so vague and frustrating even people who've supported them in the past are getting tired of them, or... pretty much anyone else. [ A few heartbeats spent breathing, ears trained on her pulse beside his ear. ] I might trust Silver.
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You're the one who threw himself off a bridge for some dumb camera [and sacrificed his body in some effort to protect her by accepting a demon into it.] Don't talk to me about going overboard.
[Just so you know. She shakes her head though, sighing softly in contrast to his frustration before, and pets his head.]
I know Daimonia's at least a good Arehtei. I feel like I can trust her. Maybe it's just because I'm aligned to her, but... she really does want to help us, even if there's things she's not certain about. I promise. [It's the feeling she got being close to the dinosaur. White giggles lightly.] Silver's definitely someone you can trust though. Jude is too, by the way, even outside of his doctoring. They're both good people.
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I'll take your word for it. [ He can't totally trust it, but... he'll take it. Into consideration. ] On Daimonia, at least. I'm aware Silver and Jude are good people.
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Anything else you'd like to yell at me about?
[It's a weak joke.]
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Not yell, but... there's a few more things I wanted to know.
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At least she's (kind of) good at pretending to be unbothered. When she's not looking at Black.]
Yeah? What is it?
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Silver... mentioned you make flowers like I do. With your emotions, I mean, but I've never seen it. What kind are they? [ ...maybe White knows who else does plants too. ]
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White cannot stop herself from visibly being relieved, sinking into the seat more.]
Wildflowers, I guess. I haven't really looked. They usually pop up when, um, I'm around someone I really like. [Eck. Embarrassing enough that she's using her hair as cover.] Happiness flowers, I guess? But it's a weird kind of happiness.
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...flowers grow no matter what I feel--well, er, mostly. [ There's thorny vines for some of them, but... otherwise... ] Do you know anyone else who gets flowers? He said there were other people, but I've never noticed anything like it before.
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Silver does the same thing I do, and his flowers are really pretty. [Silver might know the name of his own.
... Though the memory of how she found that out gives rise to a cozy sort of warmth, hand lingering near her ear as she smiles. It'd been oddly sweet of him to hear her out in the first place, but putting flowers in her hair was so unnecessary.] It's probably people he's friends with that he's talking about. Tsukiyama always has a flower on him, but I don't know if that's because of his feelings or an out of season fashion accessory. Maybe Cilan? Or one of his housemates.
[Who else was close to Silver?]
Komaeda, maybe? I bet he'd have cute flowers. But I don't think I've caught anyone else doing it myself. There's mostly temperature changes.
[It is a wonder there isn't more weather warnings because of it.]
I guess you might just not notice it because they happen to be on the ground.
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At least more than it fits him. ...flowers also fit his beautiful, wonderful sister. Not so much Silver? Cilan maybe, he's pretty bright. ...he can't say he can see either of Silver's housemates doing it though.
Or Nagito. ] ...you might be right. I feel like it'd be weird to start staring at the ground waiting for some to pop up though. Wouldn't it?
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It totally would be weird. Give me a pot and I'll try for you though, we can see what they are if they're not just wildflowers.
[Since uh. She probably could. Since she knows what triggers it.]
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actually they do, because he remembers them picking some up on their weekly candle run because "you keep making flowers, we should keep some." He doesn't particularly want to leave his sister to grab one, but he's curious, so... he'll leave the nice thing they've got going on and grab one of them. A small one, painted black and decorated with white snowflake. Blessedly empty save for some packed dirt. ]
Here.
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[Like, unplanted pots and candles all about? There's a reason no one's really allowed into their place.
White turns it around in her hand, uncertainty prickling at the back of her mind since... while she knows what triggers it it's not like she's ever wanted it to happen.]
You know, I actually told Silver about my flower thing to try and get rid of it, which is how I found out about his. It's nothing but an inconvenience to me, [as pretty and fitting as Black might find it for his sister,] though it's not like anyone knows what causes it to happen besides me, Silver, and now you. I could just be really happy.
[It didn't have to be connected to some sort of love aspect, though it makes its negative counterpart more obvious when that comes around. She shakes her head and half-shrugs, setting the pot in her lap and tapping the blackened clay rhythmically.]
It's just really weird to want to see them.
[... And still a tad guilty. She shouldn't feel so good about how a certain person makes her feel, especially now.]
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You don't have to do it if you don't want to. [ even if she offered, and he was curious. ]
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I just said it was weird. That's all.
[She can do it, dammit. White leans back, one hand on the pot, and lets her mind wander through the different memories of this place until she lands on one that flutters a smile onto her face, warmth balling heavy in her chest and sprouting buds close to her fingertips. They're not lively, kind of sickly looking, but they're there in their desperately needing water glory: wildflowers.]
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What causes them, if it's not just being really happy?
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does not want to answer this, ducking her head away from sight in a futile attempt to hide the growing heat on her face.]
It's, um. [She clears her throat.] I don't do it when I'm really, really happy, either, so I've narrowed it down to... to...
[Boy is it stuffy in here or is it just her.
Well, that is just her, but there's little sparks travelling down the seat now as she mumbles it out:]
... A kind of love.
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Ohhhhhhhh.
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ]
Who's the unfortunate-- [ he's expecting to get hit here, he'll take it-- ]</small.
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None of your business.
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What do you mean, unfortunate?
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Ow, White-- [ god his sister is a menace, this is why he said unfortunate-- ] I'm just joking--whoever you like's really lucky to have someone like you liking them.
[ (instead of a mess like him. haha!!)
after a moment of holding his poor shin, black flops back on their floor at stares up at his sister. ] ...is it really none of my business when you've been so nosy about who I like?
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[Probably. And she doesn't want her big bro's pity.]
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[...
She can't say Leo. He'll ask her about the flowers and stuff. And then he wouldn't get why she wouldn't say yes to Leo asking her out, since that would definitely come out.]
I... have a couple of people, I guess, I don't really know for sure... but... [White can't meet his eye really, focusing on the cast instead with its various names now imprinted upon it.] For a while now, I've really liked Jude.
[That's a nice, pitying start.]
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