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[fujimaru]

It's Ritsuka! I've either fallen asleep or couldn't find my phone in time, so leave a message.

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[fujimaru]

It's really okay...
Was it because of the game?

[cosplayed_out]

Not entirely. I finally confessed I was the mastermind of the killing game to my friends. Friends who were trapped in it and died in it. It's helped me realize I need to move on.

And part of that is not treating you like the audience surrogate or disrespecting your trials.

You matter. More than any fun I've had with fate fate/fate. Or a pretend game I could've had if you had fallen for my 'I'm a Master' lie.

[fujimaru]

...

[ There is a slightly longer pause before the next text comes: ]

You wanna meet at the diner for ice cream?

[cosplayed_out]

[she takes a moment to dry her yes after seeing Ritsuka's text]

I'd like that.

I'd really like that.

[fujimaru]

Okay!! ( •̀ ω •́ )y
Meet me in ten!
I'll get the fixings for sundaes.