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[dereban]

Raina Schwarzer

"Sorry if I can't pick up right now, but if you leave a message, I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Thanks."

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[dereban]

I didn't want to hear those words from him. Not from him... [ She still doesn't have the context, but the feelings she had after hearing those words still linger in the back of her mind. But she shakes her head. ] Yeah, I guess.

[motiv8]

...Was it something you needed to hear from him, though?

[The things you need to hear most are often painful, after all...]

[dereban]

I don't know.

[ She admits that easily, trying so hard to keep the tremble out of her voice. ]

I remembered my reply to him, but I... I don't have the context of why he said that.

[motiv8]

Well... if there's anything I've learned from going through all this, it's that your context will come in time.

That said.

...It's okay to hurt, though, you know. Until you get that context, or even past that if you need to.

[He puts his hands in his pockets with a sigh.]

Keeping all this stuff to ourselves, trying to tough it out alone... has that ever really helped either of us?

[dereban]

Yeah, I'd assume that they'd come at some point. I'll have to just wait. I just- I know that somehow she made it past this. I'm confident of that much. [ She mirrors his own sigh with one of her own, glancing up at the ceiling. ] There's just a lot that I remembered... between the last time we talked and now. But you're right. It hasn't.

[motiv8]

Then take that as motivation. She did, and you will, too.

[He tilts his head a little as he acknowledges her.]

I know you don't want to worry anyone. I'm the same way. But it's not cowardly to talk about the things that are weighing on you. It doesn't make you a burden, or useless.

I want to hear them.

[dereban]

Yeah. [ To be honest, she can't help but laugh a little bit when she hears him say those words, a little self derisive. ] Haha... someone that I remembered told me that I shouldn't be keeping things in. That not everyone can read between the lines or be mind readers. That it's hard to understand each other if we don't use our words to.

[motiv8]

Heh... history really does repeat, huh? At least in good ways.

Because all that's true. We were given language for a reason, after all.

[dereban]

Honestly. I shouldn't be surprised that you agree with that. Actually, I shouldn't be surprised if you agreed with a lot of stuff from that particular conversation...

[motiv8]

Honestly, yourself. Who's the one getting the intervention, here?

[He's teasing... mostly.]

[dereban]

[ She just pouts at him rather deeply. Why are you like this, Rean. ]

I'm leaving the apartment building right now and pretending that I have no relation to you.

[ You can hear the sarcasm. ]

[motiv8]

[Because after what you put him through? You deserve this.]

Ahaha... sorry, not sorry.

But go ahead. If you do, I'll just follow you. Because someone may have promised her brother food, and her brother has not forgotten.

[dereban]

I'm sorry, suddenly I can't hear anything. [ She's joking. ]

[motiv8]

Oh, really? [He couldn't sound less concerned if he tried.] Well. That sounds like a medical emergency, dear sister! It certainly would be a shame to have to pass up food for a hospital visit, especially just because someone's salty that they're wrong...

[dereban]

[ There's no verbal response, just a look that says 'wait, seriously?' ]

[motiv8]

[Rean stares right back. He was fully willing to knock on every door in Recolle to find you, Raina. Are you really going to call a bluff here?]

[dereban]

. . . [ Nope. ] Fine, you win. Where do you want to go for food?

[motiv8]

[Smi~le.]

Oh, I'm not picky. Just fast food is fine if you want to get me out of your hair.

[dereban]

[ That is terrifying. And her blood almost runs cold for a second. ]

We'll go to the nearest McDonalds, then? I'm not getting anything, though.

[motiv8]

Sounds like a plan to me.

[You trained him too well, Raina.]

[dereban]

[ What is he, a trained puppy... ]

Okay. Actually. Wait here, I need to get dressed. I didn't think I was going out today.

[motiv8]

[Basically. He can be a good dog! A good dog like you wanted!!]

All right. Mind if I take a look around the stuff out here while you're busy?

[dereban]

I don't mind, just don't touch anything. I'll be back. [ And she's just going to disappear into her room for about twenty minutes to get changed before popping up. She's wearing something pretty simple - just a black turtleneck sweater and jeans along with a trench coat. ]

[motiv8]

[...Huh. Suddenly, Rean feels compelled to touch everything.

Still, he'll be a good boy, just quietly looking through her media collection to see what all she brought with her.

A part of him wonders what's taking her this long, it's not like they're going out. But, then again, he supposes it takes him a good while to get fully ready, too.

He turns to greet her just as she reappears, as if he knew she was going to be there. (Sometimes, those sensing abilities are useful.)]

Good to go?

[dereban]

[ Well, most of the physical stuff are video games! And some anime DVDs.

And look, she took her time because she might actually do stuff outside after McDonald's and not be a shameless shut in, so... progress? ]

Yeah. Sorry if I took too long; you didn't get bored, did you?