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[hot_mess_express]

Who: All the cute little heroes
When: Day 35, evening
Where: Back To Your Regularly Scheduled Great Outdoors, Just outside the train

[ The beach fades away all at once, taking the cheery sunshine with it as evening hits all at once-- it melts away in a shower of sparkles as the familiar setting re-emerges. There are new stars in the sky above in clover pink, senna red, jasmine blue, and licorice violet.

Just before the beach disappears entirely, the bubbly voice speaks once more: ]

Wasn't that so much fun! You all rrrrrreally got to know each other, didn't you? Keep up the good work~!

[ If you had any alcohol in hand you still have it, otherwise everything from the trial is gone. ]

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[bad_crowmance]

[ Maybe he likes unlikable people, 80H! But he glances over at her curiously. ]

Oh yeah? What's up?

[voreaciously]

I am...dead.

[funny how this does not get any easier]

I considered submitting it for points with you, truly considered, but it did not feel right to me...like you deserved better than that. I have a lot of fun with you, but you are not a game to me.

[bad_crowmance]

A secret... just for the sake of a secret, huh? No games, no trials.

[ He's quiet for a long moment as he absorbs that, staring up at the sky. There's a lot to absorb there. Honestly, it doesn't change anything-- not on the surface. It's a huge concession from her, though, and he knows that's important. That they've definitely gotten closer than he'd ever intended.

...It's not the worst thing.

It feels like maybe he should say something too, but also-- that it would be taking away from this moment and maybe he doesn't want that. So he keeps his words locked up inside of him for now. Maybe later. He does speak up again at last, though. ]

I have a lot of fun with you, too. You can be pretty cute sometimes.

[voreaciously]

[She feels...

guilty, disgusting.]

H-hey, what is that, all of a sudden? [More importantly--] Are you not angry?

[bad_crowmance]

[ He glances over at her again, confusion writ all over his face. ]

Why... would I be angry?

i'm sorry

[voreaciously]

Granted, I am not human, so it is different, however, technically speaking I have made you a necrophiliac. People tend to want to be informed of that. My apologies.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Perhaps the correct response to that isn't laughter, but that's what she's getting out of Crow. It's just too funny is the thing, it's too funny and maybe he should tell her but he'd have to stop laughing first. ]

[voreaciously]

Crow-han! I am serious! Cease your laughter this instant!

[gosh. gosh!11 she wants to flick or pull him, but he's the victim here, but he doesn't seem to really think so or something???]

I do not understand you at all.

[bad_crowmance]

[ He shakes his head, but it still takes another moment before the laughter subsides enough for him to talk. ]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry it's just-- everything else aside, it doesn't change anything. You're still you. Still moving, walking, talking. Even if you're dead-- even if you're undead. Whatever it is. Isn't the problem with necrophilia that corpses can't consent? Besides...

[voreaciously]

Besides...?

[bad_crowmance]

Besides....

[ The last hiccups of laughter escape from him and he glances at one of the twinkling violet stars. ]

....So am I.

[voreaciously]

...I see. I am sorry.

[She lets it hang in silence. He will not know it, but she doesn't need to process it much, it's mostly out of respect for his own secret, his own reveal.]

But something is different for you, you are properly alive now.

[He...is not like her, she has seen his internals enough to know.]

[bad_crowmance]

Am I...?

[ He still doesn't look away from the stars. ]

So, what's the difference?

lmk if this is okay/accurate

[voreaciously]

You may have died, but you are alive now. Properly, though there is a slight point of interest. I have seen your internals enough times to know, though. For a basis of comparison, I have dealt with and deal with various states of living or death in my work. However, I...

[She looks heavenward. What is she, anymore? What is it to be a shade? Undead? A spectre? A ghoul?]</small. I am complicated.

[bad_crowmance]

[ "A slight point of interest...?" He'll get to that later perhaps. ]

"Complicated," huh?

[ He's curious! But he's not gonna push too hard. ]

[voreaciously]

I could not tell you if I am meant to be some sort of spirit or...[she sighs]. I still retain a soul, the last I investigated, so I cannot be a zombie, but...

[perhaps the closest thing is a vampire but even then that is not quite right.]

I remain deceased. A facsimile. Incomplete. Simply...wrong.

[bad_crowmance]

[ "Simply wrong." He wonders, idly, how much of that is an accurate assessment and how much is 80H's garbage-tier self-esteem. But he'll be generous enough not to call her out on that. ]

Well, at least you're in good company. Naeva, Rean... I'm not saying your circumstances are anything like theirs, but it sounds like there's some stuff that's similar-- not quite alive anymore, but can you really be called properly dead if you're still around? The whole thing's pretty existential.

[voreaciously]

Yes, I can. I appreciate the philosophy, but I remember what it is to be alive some days and this is not...being dead has weakened me, to say the least.

[she isn't as strong and she's corrupted to hell and back, but she feels like--[ ]]

Please forgive me, I am complaining. It is not important.

[gonna drink dat wiiine]

[bad_crowmance]

It's okay to complain. Sometimes it helps to get it all out.

[ He shrugs loosely. ]

Or maybe it doesn't for you. That's fine too. But I'll listen if you want.

1/2

[voreaciously]

Thank you, but I will save it for when it really matters.

2/2

[voreaciously]

Like your stamina.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow can't help it, he laughs at that. ]

That is the most important part...!

[voreaciously]

[She hides a smile behind a sip of wine; really enjoys the sound of his laugh.]

I suppose I ought not complain too much. You do look quite charming when I have exhausted you.

[It's a funny thing to take ownership of, since she is normally embarrassed by it....]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He remembers her comment earlier on alcohol making her more sexually aggressive and wonders with idle amusement how much she's had to drink. ]

What a coincidence, I like being exhausted by you.

[voreaciously]

[It is so odd, so different, to have someone open to wanting that. Maybe it is his strong security of self or his hedonism--likely both--but he is markedly free of fronts, at least when it comes to her taking the reins. She would not dislike it if he had them or fought her--she does so like to bend and tease--but the novelty is refreshing, too.

She tries not to think of how different from Katsuki he is. She cannot think about Katsuki right now.

She moves to straddle his waist, though she does not rest her weight on him just yet, instead, her fingers reach underneath his shirt and prick his skin, murmuring exotic, echoing words against his lips that he should know by now.

Only then does she settle upon him and utters something else, a declaration that can only be called cursed.]

No touching.