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[There's no reply for a little while.]

Wildfire 13: Yeah sure.

[NO RESPONSE until]

Silence: I am at the door to your dormitory.
Silence: Refraining from knocking.

Silence is typing...

Silence: You are there, correct?

[you can hear some thump thump thumping before the door suddenly opens]

[it's Silence AND Jyanta]

...

I brought cookies.

Oh . . . thanks. You didn't have to.

[That's really nice though.]

Uhhh, did you wanna come in? Or were you hoping to go somewhere else?

What are you most comfortable with?

...lets go to the cafe or park or something.

The park--let's walk.

Okay.

[I guess we're gonna go on a walk then!! Though he seems a little more quiet than normal.]

[this is only a little awkward, or very, but she's quiet for Quite Some Time herself]

...my apologies for putting you in such a mood, Wildfire.

[Scratches the back of his head awkwardly.]

It isn't your fault. I sort of wanted to talk about it anyway . . . or maybe it's more like it's something I need to talk about. But it isn't something I can just dump on people.

Whatever you will have to say, I will not judge you. I remember what you were like after that game.

What I was like...?

You kept yourself as far away as everyone as possible. It was like approaching a stray animal—or so I thought.

[oh look it's the park, leading him to a bench and sitting down]

Edited 2019-11-25 13:20 (UTC)

...You know, your observation skills are definitely something.

[ok bench sitting time, GOOD THING NO ONE IS HERE PROBABLY]

Anyone could have seen it.

[PROBABLY NOT A SOUL IN SIGHT

reaching into Jyanta's back and pulling out a tin of cookies—those little buttery ones with the strawberry jam center, and holds the whole thing out towards him]

...I feel like I’m being picked on...

[why is he so easy to reeeeead, takes a cookie tho]

I was possessed by those ghost things too, ya know.

[pulling the tin back onto her lap]

Did you kill someone?

[From the expression on his face, you can tell he wasn’t prepared for that yet. He doesn’t say anything, but he tightens up his fists hard enough to crush the cookie in his hand.

He’s also pointedly NOT LOOKING at her.]

[scans him, glancing from his expression to his hand. yeah, this feels Bad]

...I went too far too fast. But, that is it, is it not.

[...]

Yeah.

[looks ahead at the park as she sits in silence, giving him a moment or two to see if he says anything else]

[It's pretty awkward! But it doesn't really change. And he does eventually speak up again though it sounds more like he's trying to say anything at all]

...At the time, I didn't even feel bad. It felt so natural and easy, I didn't even have to think twice about it.

It was the spirit that made you into that kind of person. It used you... because you feel bad now, right?

I don't know.

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