pc catchall for dick (heh) (unpredicktable)

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...As alright as anyone can be doing, I guess.

[That is, as awful as it seems... She can't claim to have known any of the victims well. It doesn't make it less tragic, but it does soften the blow in a personal sense.]

How about you?

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[ he doesn't want to talk about how he's gutted over every single murder and always will be, because part of him will never not blame himself for not stopping things sooner, or how aizawa was--

had been--

he shrugs, because he's got bigger priorities. ]

... I'm worried about Escha, mostly.

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[At his response, she sighs, nodding.]

...Yeah. Junpei told me she was really close with him.

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They're-- coworkers, back home.

[ he sighs, running a hand through his hair. he doesn't know what else to say. ]

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[She doesn't, either, for a few moments.]

Well, if there's anything I can do for either of you... You know.

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... Offer her that? I think she'd like it. [ dick can't pretend to know what escha needs-- when dick's family died (and with jason, tula, ted kord--) all he'd cared about was justice.

but there's no real justice here if the murderer wasn't even in their right mind, so maybe this is escha's wally. and dick... doesn't even know what he himself needs at that one. ]

But thanks, Beck.

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I will, but...

[Hm.]

That doesn't mean I can't offer you the same thing, does it? Not to push or anything, but...

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I know. I'm alright.

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[She - nearly reaches out to touch his arm on instinct, but stops once she remembers. The concern remains in her expression, even though it's joined with something new; it's not quite annoyance or frustration, but...

All the same, she gives pause, before deciding she doesn't want to push it.]

I'm willing to bet tomorrow is going to be tough.

[It always is, but they've got three bodies that more than likely won't pop back to life this time.]

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[ he follows the slight movement of her arm with a bit of a wry grin, as if to say-- same. he misses platonic touch a lot, this week. ]

No kidding. It's going to be a mess. [ but speaking of messes-- ] I know you don't handle evidence much, but be especially careful tomorrow? Aizawa was poisoned, and Hizamaru got a dose of it checking on the body. [ dick grimaces ] I should've thought to warn people to try and handle that kind of stuff with gloves.

[ they have a lot now in the costume shop. they are all. terrible, but they exist!! ]

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So it’s a kind that affects you even if you’re just touching it? The poison, I mean.

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Probably he inhaled a little of it, honestly. It's strychnine-- most commonly found in rat poison. Or, in our case, the gift shop.

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As happy as I am about some of the stuff in the gift shop... It would be nice if we could track it, wouldn’t it?

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[ he'd make a joke about the bedazzled dildo if there hadn't been like three bodies found a few hours ago. ]

It would. I almost considered trying to buy out the more dangerous stuff, but that doesn't help us if I...

[ if dick's the one who's possessed! woops. ]

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[It’s clear from her expression how she feels about that idea, and that might be why it takes her time to respond.]

You could always break them once you bought them.

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[ he tilts his head in thought ]

... It's a possibility. I don't know if I've got the dough to pull that off right now.

[ HE'S NOT THAT BIG OF A SLUT and also he focused on like buying useful stuff instead ]

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[This isn’t a time to laugh, but she manages a smile.]

Big spender, huh?

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How many tokens do you think I have?

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I feel like you're going to be offended no matter what I guess.

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In this case, I wouldn't be mad with you lowballing it.

[ being called a dog is one thing but he ain't that big a slut...damn... ]

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...Okay, hint taken. No more teasing about that particular subject.

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It's not-- [ he runs a hand through his hair ] Sorry. I'm on edge. I don't care about the teasing.

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...Nobody can blame you for being on edge, you know. It's okay.

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[ but he can be mad at himself sooooo like ]

... It's not, but... thanks.

[ he shouldn't be snapping at?? people?? he likes?? again??? hahaha ]

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Can you please tell me how you're really feeling?