There are a handful of items in the room that have Kraken's color on them somewhere:
A bubble tea charm, with the Archer symbol on one of the little boba.
A figurine of a phoenix in flight, wings open, with a Lancer symbol hidden in the flames.
An uncustomized ball-jointed doll, on a display stand, with a handful of different outfits in its arms. The Assassin symbol is stitched onto one of the outfits.
A little jar of fireflies, with the Caster symbol carved into the lid.
It's a very delicately-made piece--they all are, really. Whoever was the actual crafter of all of these pieces, they were obviously made with deep affection.
The feelings for Tsuruno's piece aren't as strong or as immediate as with the ones he found for certain members of Cerberus, but they are still there, filtering in after a second or two: a sense of affection and something that is almost childishly excited. Maybe it's been a while since Ritsuka has had a girl friend her own age, and what of it?
[THIS ROOM IS SO CUTE HOW IS HE SUPPOSED TO LEAVE IT and how is he supposed to resist going around and finding the objects for everyone he knows and touching them and
He does not put this one on the bed, but he does put it on the shelf over the bed with the tentacle, because that's cool and fine, and then he one more time picks up his own piece to cradle it gently and feel those emotions again.]
There's that sense of warm affection again--for him in particular, it's more deeply pronounced, edged despite how gentle it is, and there's also an edge of lingering confused embarrassment, like Ritsuka herself is surprised at feeling this way at all. But it's there, and even if she's embarrassed, they're not going anywhere.
There is also, buried somewhere under that, deep deep deep down, a sense of wistfulness. This is something that is not meant to be mine, but I'll hold onto it while I can, almost lost under everything else.
[He sits to meditate on this for a little bit, eyes closed, smiling faintly, until he can sort all of that out. Then:]
. . . You aren't the only one who feels that way. I wonder if I'm being selfish, with you . . . but I don't care. You're special to me, Ritsuka. I'll cling as long as I possibly can, as long as you let me.
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So, which one is the Tsuruno?
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The feelings for Tsuruno's piece aren't as strong or as immediate as with the ones he found for certain members of Cerberus, but they are still there, filtering in after a second or two: a sense of affection and something that is almost childishly excited. Maybe it's been a while since Ritsuka has had a girl friend her own age, and what of it?
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He does not put this one on the bed, but he does put it on the shelf over the bed with the tentacle, because that's cool and fine, and then he one more time picks up his own piece to cradle it gently and feel those emotions again.]
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There is also, buried somewhere under that, deep deep deep down, a sense of wistfulness. This is something that is not meant to be mine, but I'll hold onto it while I can, almost lost under everything else.
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. . . You aren't the only one who feels that way. I wonder if I'm being selfish, with you . . . but I don't care. You're special to me, Ritsuka. I'll cling as long as I possibly can, as long as you let me.
[Then he sets that aside and stands again.
It's time to head for that golden door!]
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