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Who: anyone
When: day 38, after noon
Where: in and around the train

[A gentle breeze keeps the afternoon cool. It seems peaceful around now, with the malice pushed back so far, unless you're heading to the island of concentrated malice of course.

It's a good day to relax and daydream.

Distantly you might sometimes hear the tick ticking of clockwork? Or it might be your imagination.

Speaking of imagination, if you think about things too hard you may find your thoughts and feelings shared with those nearby. Or even if you don't think hard at all.

At the mildest this might simply be like your thoughts and emotions being understood by others next to you, either in a vague or explicitly detailed way, but at the most extreme you might project shared delusions. Something like others getting to watch your own memories. Or fantasy sequences. Or inner monologues. Or maybe even blending you delusions with another's.

Whether it goes that far or remains a more telepathic/empathic thing is very random.]

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[BEACHES ARE GREAT BECAUSE PEOPLE WEAR SWIMSUITS-- well generally. not here, unfortunately]

Huh. I wouldn't know. I can't even begin to guess what kind of stars are out there.

[slides down and plops into the sand next to her, burying his feet in same because he CAN. he is notably not dressed in the kigurumi today, but rather in something that actually looks normal]

[there could be one under there, she is wearing a coverup after all ;D]

I do not either, but I would prefer to be prepared. At any rate, are you not hot?

[WHAT IS HE GOING TO DO, ASK HER TO TAKE IT OFF. plz he's a gentleman]

Nah. Not really.

[also he's one to talk, since he isn't dressed beach appropriately, either]

I make good use of the shade.

[yes

she's spent too much secret time with crow]

Yes, but the ambient temperature is still above average?

[she feels hotter just looking at him]

You worry about you, and I'll worry about both of us.

[Twilight]

-- speaking of. I have something for you.

I do not need you to worry about me. And I likely do not need whatever it is you have.

[not at all offended]

Nope. You definitely don't.

[. . . anyway his hands dip into his pockets. and then, he pauses]

Yooooou can obviously see through that. . . blindfold. . . so is it worth it for me to ask you to close your eyes?

Are you certain that I can see?

You just commented on what I was wearing.

[so. yeah]

So I did, but I can tell a lot about a body without being able to see it conventionally.

[squints suspiciously]

. . .

So that's a "no" to my question?

[gives no tells]

What was the question once again?

[HUFFS A LITTLE. . . exasperated but not annoyed, because he's starting to learn she is Just Like This]

Hand.

[holds out his own, fingers wagging]

Gimme.

[

pats his hand? twice?]

[GOOD ENOUGH]

[takes her hand and flips it over, placing something in her palm. it is small and velvety!! when he pulls away, it is revealed to be a shinto-style omamari except in primarily Jasmine colors]

[also it is decorated in tiny plum blossoms]

[she pauses. is it a minute is a few seconds, is it a single moment, it is difficult for her to tell. she doesn't wonder, but after that time has passed.]

I...cannot accept this.

[it's polite to refuse at least once, but she means it.]

[Twilight leans back on one hand, head tilted back towards the sky]

Nah. You can have it. It's a thank you gift. You don't have to do much with it, since it isn't much at all.

[it's kind of useless, he thinks. . . but a small trinket of gratitude-- even a useless one-- is better than none]

But I had to do something.

It is not nothing.

[she is very quickly, very firmly insistent suddenly.]

...You...you did not have to do anything at all.

[She turns her face away, staring downward while he stares upward. He won't see her blindfold growing wet.]

[it's the tone of her voice that gets him to look again, and his gaze flickers towards her, wide and blinking]

Ah--

[he can't see the blindfold growing wet, but he can see the way she ducks her head. that's telling enough]

Sorry, I-- [DID HE FUCK UP???] Are you okay??

[her voice is clear, but muted]

...I am fine. There is no need to apologise.

Iiiiis the definition of "fine" subjective?

[she doesn't look fine!1]

I suppose it depends on the definition.

And what's yours?

Thin; of high-quality; a state of being within acceptable operating parametres.

That last definition is a low bar.

[hesitates a little bit, before nudging her shoulder with his own]

I'd aim for something well above acceptable operating parameters.