pc catchall for junpei (crashout)

[uncurtained]

IM PUTTING THE TIMON GIF IN HERE LATER YOU CANT BEAT ME

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Hopefully it wasn't too bad...?

[She looks around it, trying to pinpoint anything that might have been troubling, before she sighs.]

Would you believe it even if I said yes, Mr. Detective?

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[A hand starts to reach for his pocket, but he stops himself.]

I'm never one to believe things at face-value. [Not anymore.] ...I'll tell you what happened here if you tell me what happened there. They might be related.

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Who's going first?

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[...this time he does reach into his pocket and he pulls out the dice, throwing them for a roll. The numbers are all different.]

...it was me, Prompto, and Hizamaru. [So him, apparently. The dice get scooped up again.] When you look at these paintings, what do you see?

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A lot of stuff I want to forget?

[It's a light joke, but also these paintings are Bad. Either way, she'll wait for his answer.]

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You and me both. [He gets up then, walking to the chair from earlier. He lingers behind it, staring up at the portrait on the wall which is probably no longer him. Let's pretend he's staring at a portrait of Polly and Nathan doing something lewd.]

Everything in the room was the same, but when Hizamaru checked the paintings, his portrait started to watch him. Physically following with his eyes and everything. It spoke to us. It took some lip reading, but it said to follow its lead.

So. I went to find my own painting to see what I had to do. [He looks at the seat of the chair, arms folded over the back of it.] Today I discovered I'm bad at giving lapdances.

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[Despite everything... She looks like she's trying pretty hard not to laugh.]

And what happened after you tried?

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[THANKS BECK but actually maybe he phrased it that way to try and ease the tension. Shit's rough, sometimes you gotta make shitty jokes.]

After that, Prompto's portrait made him follow the lead of taking pictures of said-lapdance and the kiss that followed. We had to explain to Hizamaru that it's not a dance to ward off demons and apparently I'm too stiff of a dancer for someone who tried to eat a condom. [Go figure.

But his expression grows serious again.] The paintings were moving on their own though, that's the thing. Leaving their own frames, visiting others...sound familiar?

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I mean, I’ve seen them move around in their frames, if that’s what you mean.

[However.]

I can’t believe I’m asking this, but did you really try to eat a condom?

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--not me! Hizamaru! Do I look like someone who would eat a condom?!

[He'll get back to, like, everything in a second.]

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...Can I plead the fifth?

[oh my god]

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Beck! [WOW??????] If this is what you think of our friendship, I'm gonna have to leave.

[Oh. Look. He actually has an emotion. Wow.]

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[She laughs, even if there’s a slight wince when she does.]

Okay, okay, I’ll stop. Did you successfully prevent his condom eating?

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Unfortunately that was a little before I met him on the first day, but since then I think he's avoided it. So anyway it was some weird sexy game of Simon Says that only ended when I got pushed out of his lap and Prompto took my place. But I had Prompto tell me about the photos he took. Says there was blood all over those, too, even if they were just pictures of Hizamaru and I. I told him to delete them before but I'm almost hoping he didn't listen so I can look closer.

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That sounds... incredibly awkward.

[And she makes a face when he mentions the blood. Gross.]

What prize did you get?

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Awkward is one way of putting it, yeah. [Especially given how he felt about it, but he's not going to clarify. Instead, he seems to be debating on sharing that part.]

I think it's chalk. I want to do some tests on it, see what it does, but it also came with a piece of paper I can't read.

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[She tilts her head.]

Why can't you read it?

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Written in a language I can't read mostly.

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Can you tell what language it is?

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Not anything normal. [Hm.] I'm not a literature major, but I'm bilingual. And the job means dealing with a handful of languages that I can recognize on sight even if I can't read them. Whatever this is isn't even close to anything earthly, I think.

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[She frowns.]

Can I see?

[Not that she thinks she can decipher it, but she's curious about what it looks like now.]

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...just don't tell anybody about this in case it's something weird, alright? [But he pulls out a hunk of chalk and a strip of paper. The paper itself looks like it was ripped from the page it was on, but the language is definitely unidentifiable. Very obviously not-earth-like.]

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[She reaches out to take it, wincing slightly at the feeling in her arm as she does, but as she looks it over...]

Wait, why don't you want to tell people?

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[...shrug. He doesn't feel like explaining he's still mildly paranoid.]

I don't mind telling people I think I can trust. Is that better?

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I didn't mean to say it was a bad thing... I was just curious.

[She brushes back a strand of misplaced hair.]