[ perhaps it is his exhausted laughter, and her cheerful giggling that helps soften the blow enough, shortening the length of what would have otherwise been a miserable, uncomfortable pause. ]
Hah... I didn’t deny it, but maybe I really should be.
It does imply that you’re really invested in telling me that I’m acting like a shy virgin. So...
[ the way she jokes about it so easily provides its own sort of odd comfort, taking something he’d considered an uncomfortable admission and stripping it of any sentimental value. ]
Maybe not... I guess I was just hoping for things to feel different than they do. I’m trying to just... treat it like a job now. Maybe that was always the right answer?
[And that seems to clue Inaba in on things a little more, frowning with a mixture of emotions. A lukewarm disappointment, but more so than that - concern.]
... Haah. [Maybe she should take it just a little more serious and put in some concern. Because that concern is genuine and growing the more this conversation is going on.] Sorry.
[She feels like she really should say that single word, at least.
And more so than that, she feels like she's getting some serious deja vu.]
If I were to give my honest opinion... I'd disagree. Because if you keep on doing that, how are you expected to enjoy yourself? You should be allowed to.
Don’t be. I’m dead. I know, before you say it—yeah, there are things that can be worse than that. But, you go through that, and... I don’t know. Kinda seems like anything else is just a footnote?
[ she is free to offer counterpoints, of course. he’d consider them. currently, though, there’s something comforting about speaking about it as if it really couldn’t be worse.
it also means he has nowhere to go but up, or just plain nowhere. ]
I’m allowed to, but... it doesn’t mean I should always expect to. Doing the right thing might not be enjoyable, but it’s... still the right thing to do. Chroma is needed to live here. It won’t always be fun.
[Deep breaths, Inaba Himeko! You promised you wouldn't show too much of your anger when Otonashi's roommate could potentially walk in.
But there is definitely something bubbling there. Annoyance, perhaps?
Which is why she just reaches out to grab his cheeks and pull at them, hanging her head to hide her expression, her hands by her sides clenching into tight, shaky fists.]
Don't say something like that. It makes it sound like you feel obligated to do the right thing, instead...
[ he rubs at one of cheeks, shaking his head quickly to shake it off. ]
Maybe I worded it badly, but...
[ he would still maintain that there are times when the right choice isn’t pleasurable or straightforward. it could be easy, tempting, even, to choose the path of carelessness when the weight of obligation threatens to suffocate.
but it isn’t who he is, so Otonashi looks to her with a mild, understated concern that betrays how deeply it actually runs. ]
[Anger filters into her voice, completely icy. She doesn't look up at him, not wanting him to see the look in her eyes if she did somehow lift her head.
Her whole body shakes, nails digging into her palms.]
What are you doing for yourself, then? You can't always do the right thing...
[Her voice seems to fade, awkwardly, her body still shaking.]
[ as much as he can feel the bristles of her anger, he resolves to standing as still as he can; not abandoning her, not dismissing her, but continuing to exist in her space without putting the burden on her for her to fill it. he looks aside, almost as if to grant her privacy as she works through what he can only imagine to be anger, discomfort, and unease. ]
That’s what I’m doing... I’m trying.
[ which may not be the answer she wants, but it’s the one he has. for all of the days, months, years that he’d wasted in life decidedly not trying and electing not to care because it was risky, scary, tiring: he’s trying. ]
[It's only when he says that her head snaps up and instead of the anger that he might have expected... well, let's just say that while there's fire in her eyes, a slight fury there, but at the edges of her eyes, there's the starts of tears.]
[ he's certain that he must have mentioned in passing how achingly familiar her voice sounds to him, echoing the passionate notes of Iwasawa's music, her firm insistence, her quiet resolve.
it twists something deep within him to see the tears teasing at the corners of her eyes. Otonashi moves to try closing some of the distance, keeping his arms open for her if she needs or wants physical comfort. he won't force it; he can see her anger, and he has known too many people who need to feel it, to let it run its course.
but he can offer an alternative if she doesn't. ]
I don't know how else to be... I'm sorry if I worried you.
How could I not... worry, for someone who said they wanted to be my friend? Even more so if they do something so moronic because they think 'it's the right thing to do'? Just hearing that makes it hurt even more. You say you're dead, but it's different in this place!
You're alive here, even if you were dead in the world you were, before this.
Just don't... throw your life away to do 'good' things... because in the end, could you really call that good...?
[ the sight of her tears flowing freely in earnest cuts him closely, her anguished follow-up a twist of the knife. he had earned both and accepts them as such, pinching his eyes shut to bite back his own. this isn’t his time to cry. ]
I...
[ though he starts to reply, he finds himself overwhelmed with the weight of everything begging, screaming to be said. of course it was the right thing, Otonashi would stick by it. of course he’s dead, it had surprised others too.
of course he would throw his life away. he already had, and for more worthless things than sparing someone his own unfortunate fate.
but his logic and his arguments, his rebellion and resolve: they aren’t what she needs from him. she’s a friend. she doesn’t need his reasons, or his apologies. ]
I’m really... not used to this kind of response, you know? It’s so strange to hear that— [ coming from a voice like that, so terribly reminiscent of the even, cool pillar of hope he knew, he thinks but never says. ] —coming from anyone when they talk about someone like me. I probably... I probably sound like some bizarre alien right now, don’t I?
[ once upon a time, he would’ve said so about his dead friends. ] It’s not just because I wanted to do the right thing, I mean— who even knows what that is sometimes, right?
[ rather than force her into a hug, he holds out a hand to her so that maybe she can feel that he’s here, he’s real.
the gesture is for her, but he could use it, too. ] I just... I didn’t want anyone else to go through what I did when I was alive... Or even what I went through here.
[ he had spoken similar words to Lucy when they’d both arrived: ”if someone has to be here, I hope it’s only me.” ] I could do something to save someone from that... How could I do anything else and be okay with myself?
While a part of her is mad, furious, she's also so very sad. It's a mixture of emotions that whirl inside of her and while there's something deep down that asks 'am I saying the right thing' versus 'am I just projecting?'
But the words 'someone like me' just makes her snap-]
Don't say 'someone like you' like that...
[It just makes her heart sink.
And it makes her recall things about her friends, who she missed so deeply. But this isn't about them, or her.
Even if her voice is still watery and full of tears.]
You're right, though. That... we don't always know what's right, or wrong. But saving other people like that, selflessly, without thinking,... will only end up hurting more people, you know...
[God, she sounds so fragile right now and she knows that. Nevertheless, she does take his hand in her own, to squeeze it.]
I know you don't want bad things to happen to others. I don't either. I've had enough happen to me in this world. But... if that means being a self-sacrificial asshole and you don't consider the other people who care, it's just - it's stupid, okay? And I'd worry...
[...}
Sorry.
[Just let her wipe away her tears with her free sleeve.]
I say it because that because it... it helps me deal with it.
[ for all that he knows that it hurts to hear and that if their positions were reversed, he’d surely protest it just as she does, the drawing of an artificial line between himself and others acts as a coping mechanism. he can watch his friends get slaughtered without lingering on it, because they are fundamentally different. he can make an off-handed joke or brush it off as a girl hangs herself in front of him.
he can do it without flinching.
he can manage because there is a barrier between them, the dead, the sss, to separate them from people like Inaba, like Lucy, like Ruca, like Keigo, who deserve less bitter fates.
because they deserve better fates, Otonashi squeezes her hand in turn, taking it up in both of his own in a gesture of unspoken apology.
he knows she wouldn’t respond well to him admitting that he cannot be sorry for sparing someone his miserable fate, so he doesn’t. ]
It’s not that I didn’t think about it, I—I swear, I did. It might not seem like it, but I’m actually pretty against throwing myself into a fire just for the sake of it... I wouldn’t throw myself away just to spare someone from stubbing their toe or breaking a leg. And I really didn’t know it was going to turn into what all of that... [ honestly, he had just expected to die, and he would have been perfectly at peace with that trade. he keeps this quietly to himself too. ]
You can be mad... the least I can do is accept that. Just... know that I did the best I could with what I had at the time. My choices were to abandon someone and let them die, or act so maybe they could get out safely. He wasn’t... very aware of how bad the situation was, he could barely hold himself up it seemed like. Honestly, kind of an idiot, probably, but...
[ just because someone might be a careless idiot, innocent to danger until it’s too late to prevent it, did not mean a person like this deserves death. ] An airheaded guy or a guy who has died several times over... You know why I couldn’t just ditch him to save myself, right..?
[Just going to yell at him outright, furrowing her brows. She was keeping her voice down earlier, but now the frustration is out at full force. She is, however, not being aggressive and holding herself back - the anger is simply in her biting words.
all she's doing is simply talking, after all.]
Even if you're against it, actions speak louder than words. [You can say something and do the exact opposite and that means a lot more to her!!] Haa...
[She sighs, setting her shoulders a little, trying to cool herself off from the slight tirade she's made.
Ugh.]
I get it, though. I get it, but it still makes me mad.
minus the ‘what’ in “all of that”* ... ipad tagging gets pretty weird ;;;
[ before it had become comfortably normalized, before he had accepted it and let it all be as true as any other natural force, he had resisted. he hated it. he insisted so fundamentally abhorrent must surely be wrong.
but denial of truth had not made it less so. rejecting death hadn’t changed the fates of his friends or himself.
thus, he gave in, he accepted, and he copes with it. ]
I can promise you that I wouldn’t do something like that needlessly. [ he cannot and will not promise that he would never act in that same way again, as he wouldn’t be able to keep it. if given the chance to rewind and redo the moment he made his choice, he would have made the very same one. ]
You’re allowed to be mad, I’m mad too. [ he glances over to be sure his roommate is still keeping himself busy elsewhere; there are no signs of him yet, so he breathes a sigh of relief and speaks a little more quietly. ] Mad, and upset, and... lost, I guess.
Even if the thought of those words come to her as a relief, that doesn't actually change her feelings all too easily. Guess in the end, it just winds up as complicated in the end.
And then, she sighs, heavy.]
I'd say to 'tell more people next time before you do something reckless', but I know that's an impossible task to ask for.
And - if you ever want to talk about it, or anything... just know that I'm here to listen.
I almost didn’t tell even one person, I was just— [ compelled to, he doesn’t quite finish, because he’s not certain he could explain his motives as easily on this one. the desire to step in and intervene for another person had been obvious. ]
I was... scared? I felt like I had to make sure that I... could. That it’d reach someone.
[ ’hey— signal?’ his text had read.
idly, he raises a hand to his temple and shakes his head. the desire had struck, but he can’t follow the thread of memory to try and decipher the reason why. it could have been simple instinct. maybe he’s overthinking it. ]
Yeah... I’m here for you too, Inaba. If something comes up. [ he pauses here, letting his hand drop. ] ... I have a question, if you’ve got a minute.
[She nods in response to Otonashi's words - although she isn't certain of how to take 'if something comes up', really. How far is she allowed to go in that case? Not that she'd do anything bad, but does Otonashi even have limits...?
She won't say that aloud, of course.
But--]
Hm? You can ask it, but I'll be the one making the decision of whether or not I'll answer.
It’s nothing embarrassing, if that’s what you’re getting at.
[ he is not, in fact, about to ask her how and why she knows about a very specific kink again. it would be so easy to reach for banter like that, so he’ll quietly file it away for later. ]
No, what I wanted to ask is... when I got here, you explained some things about the world to me. And I’m sure you do that with a lot of people, but... I was thinking, there are a lot of people coming here with troubles from home. Lonely people who won’t want to hear that they have to touch others, or who won’t know where to start, how they’re going to survive here...
[ like he had been: here, in the afterlife, in his original life, it had all been the same. ]
I want to make a space for people to feel they have a place to go, and a way to move forward. I don’t want people to feel they have to fight alone. So... does something like that exist? If it doesn’t, don’t you think it should?
There are even some non-embarrassing questions that I wouldn't answer, you know!
[Just putting that out there.
But he then goes to actually talk about something a little more... serious, and tat's enough for her to actually hum a little bit, contemplative.]
Well, I mean... I don't really do that with too many people, even if I honestly wish that I did. Not that I'd mind doing that more often, really.
But a support group? I don't think it exists, but I also don't think it's a bad thing to have a group like that. But... it might be difficult to get certain types of people to join.
I would like it if nobody used my shoe size for weird things!
[Don't be rude, Otonashi!!]
Well, I don't think it's a bad idea. I wouldn't mind helping out... on the condition that if nobody decides to join at first I'll make a big showing of me joining or if enough people join I can just pop in when nobody sees it coming.
[It gives her the chance to go back to play the role of helping out from behind the scenes anyway.]
Yeah, we established that, but the only things I can seriously think a person would use it for would be a statistical breakdown of average sizes to get a sense of the supply needed...
[ forgive his innocent nerd heart, he’s doing his very best and truly just. doesn’t get it. he only wanted her shoe size to make her slippers and to help her feel welcome in his house. ]
Oh, well I’ve actually got a few people already on board. So I don’t know what you’d call “enough,” but if you’d rather be sporadic and mostly under the radar then that’s fine. Actually, since you’ve been here a while, I’d probably be asking for your expertise on cycles, or the best ways to keep an eye on struggling new arrivals coming in...
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[ perhaps it is his exhausted laughter, and her cheerful giggling that helps soften the blow enough, shortening the length of what would have otherwise been a miserable, uncomfortable pause. ]
Hah... I didn’t deny it, but maybe I really should be.
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[There's a teasing lilt in her voice, honestly not serious in the slightest bit.]
... And why exactly should you, anyway? It's not as if you need to find any shame in being one or not. I certainly don't care one way or another.
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[ the way she jokes about it so easily provides its own sort of odd comfort, taking something he’d considered an uncomfortable admission and stripping it of any sentimental value. ]
Maybe not... I guess I was just hoping for things to feel different than they do. I’m trying to just... treat it like a job now. Maybe that was always the right answer?
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... Haah. [Maybe she should take it just a little more serious and put in some concern. Because that concern is genuine and growing the more this conversation is going on.] Sorry.
[She feels like she really should say that single word, at least.
And more so than that, she feels like she's getting some serious deja vu.]
If I were to give my honest opinion... I'd disagree. Because if you keep on doing that, how are you expected to enjoy yourself? You should be allowed to.
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[ she is free to offer counterpoints, of course. he’d consider them. currently, though, there’s something comforting about speaking about it as if it really couldn’t be worse.
it also means he has nowhere to go but up, or just plain nowhere. ]
I’m allowed to, but... it doesn’t mean I should always expect to. Doing the right thing might not be enjoyable, but it’s... still the right thing to do. Chroma is needed to live here. It won’t always be fun.
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[Deep breaths, Inaba Himeko! You promised you wouldn't show too much of your anger when Otonashi's roommate could potentially walk in.
But there is definitely something bubbling there. Annoyance, perhaps?
Which is why she just reaches out to grab his cheeks and pull at them, hanging her head to hide her expression, her hands by her sides clenching into tight, shaky fists.]
Don't say something like that. It makes it sound like you feel obligated to do the right thing, instead...
[Instead of really wanting to.]
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[ he rubs at one of cheeks, shaking his head quickly to shake it off. ]
Maybe I worded it badly, but...
[ he would still maintain that there are times when the right choice isn’t pleasurable or straightforward. it could be easy, tempting, even, to choose the path of carelessness when the weight of obligation threatens to suffocate.
but it isn’t who he is, so Otonashi looks to her with a mild, understated concern that betrays how deeply it actually runs. ]
... Inaba?
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[Anger filters into her voice, completely icy. She doesn't look up at him, not wanting him to see the look in her eyes if she did somehow lift her head.
Her whole body shakes, nails digging into her palms.]
What are you doing for yourself, then? You can't always do the right thing...
[Her voice seems to fade, awkwardly, her body still shaking.]
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[ as much as he can feel the bristles of her anger, he resolves to standing as still as he can; not abandoning her, not dismissing her, but continuing to exist in her space without putting the burden on her for her to fill it. he looks aside, almost as if to grant her privacy as she works through what he can only imagine to be anger, discomfort, and unease. ]
That’s what I’m doing... I’m trying.
[ which may not be the answer she wants, but it’s the one he has. for all of the days, months, years that he’d wasted in life decidedly not trying and electing not to care because it was risky, scary, tiring: he’s trying. ]
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[It's only when he says that her head snaps up and instead of the anger that he might have expected... well, let's just say that while there's fire in her eyes, a slight fury there, but at the edges of her eyes, there's the starts of tears.]
You can try to do good, to be good... but...
[She chooses not to finish that sentence.]
/caaaaasually sets him up for a gut punch...
[ he's certain that he must have mentioned in passing how achingly familiar her voice sounds to him, echoing the passionate notes of Iwasawa's music, her firm insistence, her quiet resolve.
it twists something deep within him to see the tears teasing at the corners of her eyes. Otonashi moves to try closing some of the distance, keeping his arms open for her if she needs or wants physical comfort. he won't force it; he can see her anger, and he has known too many people who need to feel it, to let it run its course.
but he can offer an alternative if she doesn't. ]
I don't know how else to be... I'm sorry if I worried you.
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Instead, she keeps herself distant even as the tears come out at full force, streaming down her cheeks as she's unable to stop them.]
Of course I was worried, stupid!!
[You'd think she'd probably punch him. And honestly, maybe he'd deserve it.]
How could I not... worry, for someone who said they wanted to be my friend? Even more so if they do something so moronic because they think 'it's the right thing to do'? Just hearing that makes it hurt even more. You say you're dead, but it's different in this place!
You're alive here, even if you were dead in the world you were, before this.
Just don't... throw your life away to do 'good' things... because in the end, could you really call that good...?
/weeps quietly for these sad teens
I...
[ though he starts to reply, he finds himself overwhelmed with the weight of everything begging, screaming to be said. of course it was the right thing, Otonashi would stick by it. of course he’s dead, it had surprised others too.
of course he would throw his life away. he already had, and for more worthless things than sparing someone his own unfortunate fate.
but his logic and his arguments, his rebellion and resolve: they aren’t what she needs from him. she’s a friend. she doesn’t need his reasons, or his apologies. ]
I’m really... not used to this kind of response, you know? It’s so strange to hear that— [ coming from a voice like that, so terribly reminiscent of the even, cool pillar of hope he knew, he thinks but never says. ] —coming from anyone when they talk about someone like me. I probably... I probably sound like some bizarre alien right now, don’t I?
[ once upon a time, he would’ve said so about his dead friends. ] It’s not just because I wanted to do the right thing, I mean— who even knows what that is sometimes, right?
[ rather than force her into a hug, he holds out a hand to her so that maybe she can feel that he’s here, he’s real.
the gesture is for her, but he could use it, too. ] I just... I didn’t want anyone else to go through what I did when I was alive... Or even what I went through here.
[ he had spoken similar words to Lucy when they’d both arrived: ”if someone has to be here, I hope it’s only me.” ] I could do something to save someone from that... How could I do anything else and be okay with myself?
they are very sad teens ;w;
While a part of her is mad, furious, she's also so very sad. It's a mixture of emotions that whirl inside of her and while there's something deep down that asks 'am I saying the right thing' versus 'am I just projecting?'
But the words 'someone like me' just makes her snap-]
Don't say 'someone like you' like that...
[It just makes her heart sink.
And it makes her recall things about her friends, who she missed so deeply. But this isn't about them, or her.
Even if her voice is still watery and full of tears.]
You're right, though. That... we don't always know what's right, or wrong. But saving other people like that, selflessly, without thinking,... will only end up hurting more people, you know...
[God, she sounds so fragile right now and she knows that. Nevertheless, she does take his hand in her own, to squeeze it.]
I know you don't want bad things to happen to others. I don't either. I've had enough happen to me in this world. But... if that means being a self-sacrificial asshole and you don't consider the other people who care, it's just - it's stupid, okay? And I'd worry...
[...}
Sorry.
[Just let her wipe away her tears with her free sleeve.]
they need so, so much help. SO. MUCH.
[ for all that he knows that it hurts to hear and that if their positions were reversed, he’d surely protest it just as she does, the drawing of an artificial line between himself and others acts as a coping mechanism. he can watch his friends get slaughtered without lingering on it, because they are fundamentally different. he can make an off-handed joke or brush it off as a girl hangs herself in front of him.
he can do it without flinching.
he can manage because there is a barrier between them, the dead, the sss, to separate them from people like Inaba, like Lucy, like Ruca, like Keigo, who deserve less bitter fates.
because they deserve better fates, Otonashi squeezes her hand in turn, taking it up in both of his own in a gesture of unspoken apology.
he knows she wouldn’t respond well to him admitting that he cannot be sorry for sparing someone his miserable fate, so he doesn’t. ]
It’s not that I didn’t think about it, I—I swear, I did. It might not seem like it, but I’m actually pretty against throwing myself into a fire just for the sake of it... I wouldn’t throw myself away just to spare someone from stubbing their toe or breaking a leg. And I really didn’t know it was going to turn into what all of that... [ honestly, he had just expected to die, and he would have been perfectly at peace with that trade. he keeps this quietly to himself too. ]
You can be mad... the least I can do is accept that. Just... know that I did the best I could with what I had at the time. My choices were to abandon someone and let them die, or act so maybe they could get out safely. He wasn’t... very aware of how bad the situation was, he could barely hold himself up it seemed like. Honestly, kind of an idiot, probably, but...
[ just because someone might be a careless idiot, innocent to danger until it’s too late to prevent it, did not mean a person like this deserves death. ] An airheaded guy or a guy who has died several times over... You know why I couldn’t just ditch him to save myself, right..?
they do ;w;
[Just going to yell at him outright, furrowing her brows. She was keeping her voice down earlier, but now the frustration is out at full force. She is, however, not being aggressive and holding herself back - the anger is simply in her biting words.
all she's doing is simply talking, after all.]
Even if you're against it, actions speak louder than words. [You can say something and do the exact opposite and that means a lot more to her!!] Haa...
[She sighs, setting her shoulders a little, trying to cool herself off from the slight tirade she's made.
Ugh.]
I get it, though. I get it, but it still makes me mad.
minus the ‘what’ in “all of that”* ... ipad tagging gets pretty weird ;;;
[ before it had become comfortably normalized, before he had accepted it and let it all be as true as any other natural force, he had resisted. he hated it. he insisted so fundamentally abhorrent must surely be wrong.
but denial of truth had not made it less so. rejecting death hadn’t changed the fates of his friends or himself.
thus, he gave in, he accepted, and he copes with it. ]
I can promise you that I wouldn’t do something like that needlessly. [ he cannot and will not promise that he would never act in that same way again, as he wouldn’t be able to keep it. if given the chance to rewind and redo the moment he made his choice, he would have made the very same one. ]
You’re allowed to be mad, I’m mad too. [ he glances over to be sure his roommate is still keeping himself busy elsewhere; there are no signs of him yet, so he breathes a sigh of relief and speaks a little more quietly. ] Mad, and upset, and... lost, I guess.
that's fair enough!
Even if the thought of those words come to her as a relief, that doesn't actually change her feelings all too easily. Guess in the end, it just winds up as complicated in the end.
And then, she sighs, heavy.]
I'd say to 'tell more people next time before you do something reckless', but I know that's an impossible task to ask for.
And - if you ever want to talk about it, or anything... just know that I'm here to listen.
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I was... scared? I felt like I had to make sure that I... could. That it’d reach someone.
[ ’hey— signal?’ his text had read.
idly, he raises a hand to his temple and shakes his head. the desire had struck, but he can’t follow the thread of memory to try and decipher the reason why. it could have been simple instinct. maybe he’s overthinking it. ]
Yeah... I’m here for you too, Inaba. If something comes up. [ he pauses here, letting his hand drop. ] ... I have a question, if you’ve got a minute.
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[She nods in response to Otonashi's words - although she isn't certain of how to take 'if something comes up', really. How far is she allowed to go in that case? Not that she'd do anything bad, but does Otonashi even have limits...?
She won't say that aloud, of course.
But--]
Hm? You can ask it, but I'll be the one making the decision of whether or not I'll answer.
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[ he is not, in fact, about to ask her how and why she knows about a very specific kink again. it would be so easy to reach for banter like that, so he’ll quietly file it away for later. ]
No, what I wanted to ask is... when I got here, you explained some things about the world to me. And I’m sure you do that with a lot of people, but... I was thinking, there are a lot of people coming here with troubles from home. Lonely people who won’t want to hear that they have to touch others, or who won’t know where to start, how they’re going to survive here...
[ like he had been: here, in the afterlife, in his original life, it had all been the same. ]
I want to make a space for people to feel they have a place to go, and a way to move forward. I don’t want people to feel they have to fight alone. So... does something like that exist? If it doesn’t, don’t you think it should?
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[Just putting that out there.
But he then goes to actually talk about something a little more... serious, and tat's enough for her to actually hum a little bit, contemplative.]
Well, I mean... I don't really do that with too many people, even if I honestly wish that I did. Not that I'd mind doing that more often, really.
But a support group? I don't think it exists, but I also don't think it's a bad thing to have a group like that. But... it might be difficult to get certain types of people to join.
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[ okay, that one had been too close not to try for it. after such an emotional start, he has to go for something more natural. ]
Moving on..! I never said I thought it’d be easy.
[ some will gravitate towards it if it’s offered, others will resist with everything that they have and vehemently deny any need for such a thing. ]
Would you join up with something like that if it existed?
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[Don't be rude, Otonashi!!]
Well, I don't think it's a bad idea. I wouldn't mind helping out... on the condition that if nobody decides to join at first I'll make a big showing of me joining or if enough people join I can just pop in when nobody sees it coming.
[It gives her the chance to go back to play the role of helping out from behind the scenes anyway.]
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[ forgive his innocent nerd heart, he’s doing his very best and truly just. doesn’t get it. he only wanted her shoe size to make her slippers and to help her feel welcome in his house. ]
Oh, well I’ve actually got a few people already on board. So I don’t know what you’d call “enough,” but if you’d rather be sporadic and mostly under the radar then that’s fine. Actually, since you’ve been here a while, I’d probably be asking for your expertise on cycles, or the best ways to keep an eye on struggling new arrivals coming in...
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