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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]

Better late than never! And it wasn't even late!

[ Ritsuka has no idea how long these things would take, But she's quite pleased, undoing the clasp so she can slip it around her neck. ]

If all it does is slow him down a little, that's more than enough. I don't want him to hurt anyone.

[ And especially not using her body. ]

[davincible]

Theoretically, it should also siphon portions of his own energy if he tries and make the necklace even more effective for the next time. But obviously I couldn't test that part.

[ Pity. ]

But it looks good on you! As I knew.

[fujimaru]

With luck, we won't need to test it.

[ They are almost certainly going to need to test it in the future. But that's a problem for later. ]

But I'll trust anything that you make for me, Da Vinci-chan, to be practical and pretty.

[davincible]

And your trust has been rewarded! Just make sure to keep that on, okay?

[fujimaru]

[ She tucks it under her shirt, out of sight, then gives Da Vinci a thumb's up. ]

I will. Trust me, I don't wanna test what might happen, if I don't.

[davincible]

Neither do I.

[ We're doing our best here, in one way or another. ]

[fujimaru]

He hasn't popped up or anything since I had to fight Sholmes-san... I think.

[ She isn't exactly right about that, but no one who saw her eyes has told her otherwise. ]

Guess he also wasn't super fond of the last task.

[davincible]

I think that's something we all have in common. And with barely any time for people to recover from it, either.

[fujimaru]

I can kind of get the reasoning behind it, but...

[ But. She shrugs a little, not quite awkward. ]

Part of me kind of wants to sleep for a week after all of this.

[davincible]

Nothing wrong with that. Well, aside from the obvious. But getting a little extra sleep won't hurt you.

[fujimaru]

I kind of feel like sleeping that long would only be worse in the long run... kind of like running away? I'm bad at that.

[davincible]

Running from the task before this one, or this one, or both?

[fujimaru]

Definitely this one.

[ ... ]

...Da Vinci-chan, I don't wanna be a girl who has an easier time with people dying than holding hands.

[ She's whining, but also, she means it. ]

[davincible]

Yes, I know. Me neither.

[ Ruffling her hair. ]

But you do know that means you actually have to take steps of your own.

[fujimaru]

Everyone here is extremely complicated for Reasons, capital R, and you know that.

[davincible]

No. Assume I know nothing. Explain it to me. Preferably with specifics.

[fujimaru]

I'd really rather not.

[davincible]

[ She just Smiles. ]

I know. Which is why, if you really want to change how things are, you're going to need to at least get past this particular hurdle of Talking.

[fujimaru]

I already talk so much. I talk so much, and at this point, I'm starting to feel like talking just gets me into trouble.

[davincible]

... Ah, you're so much like me it actually kind of hurts.

[fujimaru]

...am I?

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[davincible]

Not in the usual ways.

But I too have gracefully lodged my foot in my mouth several times this task. And I also handle people dying or attempting to murder me better than navigating romances these days.

[fujimaru]

...Oh.

[ Well. Clearly the thing to do is to get up and toddle over to Da Vinci, leaning to thunk her head against her arm. Hi. ]

[davincible]

[ She gently tilts her head to rest her cheek against Ritsuka's hair. Similar height solidarity. ]

This is a no trouble zone. We can't possibly make it worse between us.

[fujimaru]

[ This is good, she is fine leaning tiredly on one another. ]

I liked it better when the fires were more literal than metaphorical. At least those where things I could actively do something about.