for monika

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i'm not going to look up ddlc shitposts because i feel like if i do i'll get hit with spoilers and i would rather go in 52% blind

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week 0, tuesday

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[The last time he went to a beach was... well, it was different. For one thing there's no kraken here, at least not right now.

He considers a bottle, turning it over in his hands as he thinks about the wisdom of trying to contact--

Miki's attention is caught by someone else walking along the beach, and Yukio turns with a polite smile.]

Monika-san, wasn't it?

[Skills: destroying the world, being desperate]

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[Smash cut to the Kraken showing up in a beach mini-cyoa.

But she slows to a stop when addressed, a red fox trotting up behind her.]

Yeah, that's me. [With a nod.] And you're... Yukio, right?

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I am. It's nice to meet you in person, it's a bit odd to just get to know other people here by reading their personal information. [The small dog at Yukio's side watches the fox calmly, not approaching.]

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Ah... [She frowns a bit when the profiles come up, but it only lasts for a brief moment.] Jeez, that's right, I think I wanted to forget about the scrolls. Well, it's nice to meet you in person, too.

[Almost as if wanting to move away from the subject, though, she glances at the bottle in his hand.]

Were you going to send a message?

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[Well, if she doesn't want to talk about the scrolls, he won't either.]

I was considering it. I had a interesting conversation with one of the watchers earlier, and I was debating on how to continue it.

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[... She taps her chin, humming.]

You know, sometimes it's easiest to be upfront. If you're having trouble thinking of an opener, you could just tell them you want to pick up where you left off the other day.

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I suppose that would be the easiest thing.

What about you, were you planning on sending them a message?

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Yeah... I'm thinking about it. There's something I want to say to the one who gave us those costumes, you know.

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I'm sure they've received several messages by now.

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You think so? Maybe they have enough to start a collection.

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... they probably are that sort of person.

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Ahaha... I've heard.

sunday, week two.

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[Garden time! Monika is just out on a stroll after whatever the fuck that was when she spots him. Hello? She offers him a friendly smile and a wave.]

Did you grab some crab bisque for yourself?

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I did. [Or at least, crab something. He's not going to turn down seafood.]

Did you?

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[A shake of her head.]

I'm a vegetarian, so...

[None crab bisque for her.]

But it looked like it improved everyone's mood, even just a little. So I'm happy.

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We'll have to make sure you have something to eat, next time.

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Ahaha, as long as it isn't too much trouble for whoever is in change of the menu. But... thank you.

[Also belatedly remembering this was meant to be last min memshares, so-- oops. Stepping on a shard hidden among the plants. Unfortunate.]

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I'm sure they'd be more upset to realize you couldn't--


[oh, there's a memory.]

Are you all right? [he asks, after a moment trying to catch his bearings.]

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[Oh. Hello. She hates this?

She presses a hand against her face, inhaling and exhaling — before she nods.]

I'm used to it, so... I'm okay. But I'm sorry you had to see that.

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I'm sorry that it's something you're used to. You shouldn't have to be.

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... Thank you. You're really kind. But it just is what it is, you know?