I guess that's up to you. But if it were me, I'd want my real friends there at the end of the day. [ Another squeeze. ] Couldn't help noticing they were missing from your house.
[ His house had a ton of photos of LiliS. Not all of the people he cares about in Imeeji, either, but. Izzy's house had no photos at all. ]
[Upon looking at the phone, it becomes clear that it’s finished loading. However, the screen has a few other differences, too.
Password: CHRYS
Open file?
YES/NO
[But even if they don’t make a selection, once they’ve had a chance to read the words on the screen, “yes” flashes and the screen changes once more. It seems to be an album file titled “Missing Element: Chrysanthemum” with various photos of Izanagi and another idol from LiliS. The contents are all mundane little snapshots of life - shopping at a department store, or even the black market, photos of cooking together, or relaxing side by side. And while Chrys’ expression tends to be more subdued, Izanagi’s clearly happy in every single one.]
You don't have to convince me anymore. I don't want to be in any world without him.
[He'll release Lupine's hand - if only so he can bring his own together, idly rubbing at his left index finger. It's bare today, but normally he wears a silver ring engraved with snowdrops and chrysanthemums.]
[ That's — honestly the worst. Slips the hand into a pocket, watching. ]
Some people are just like that. Worth any amount of — anything else.
[ And while a lot of other things people have said to him, that he's thought, about relationships have rung sort of — hollow to him, like maybe he believes that could happen to someone else but not to him — this...
[ A beat, then his gaze turns to the garden in front of them. ...It's not the same night garden LiliS has, which is only lit by an unnaturally bright moon, but. Still kind of reminiscent, huh? ]
[ ...Which is why he was — for once, tempted to let someone stay asleep. But he's still so very, very aware that he Does Not Belong here. Another, more furtive glance around the garden, like he thinks there're suddenly going to be other people here. People who know Izzy better than he does. ]
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[ A distinction. Your ideal world is awful, but he can't in good faith argue that Imeeji is better for you. ]
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I guess that's up to you. But if it were me, I'd want my real friends there at the end of the day. [ Another squeeze. ] Couldn't help noticing they were missing from your house.
[ His house had a ton of photos of LiliS. Not all of the people he cares about in Imeeji, either, but. Izzy's house had no photos at all. ]
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[But...
Suddenly, your character’s phone begins to beep. Izanagi doesn't seem to notice.]
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Those people in the city? The ones who just have a couple of scripted lines they can say? [ Wan smile. ] I don't think they count.
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[Upon looking at the phone, it becomes clear that it’s finished loading. However, the screen has a few other differences, too.
Password: CHRYS
Open file?
YES/NO
[But even if they don’t make a selection, once they’ve had a chance to read the words on the screen, “yes” flashes and the screen changes once more. It seems to be an album file titled “Missing Element: Chrysanthemum” with various photos of Izanagi and another idol from LiliS. The contents are all mundane little snapshots of life - shopping at a department store, or even the black market, photos of cooking together, or relaxing side by side. And while Chrys’ expression tends to be more subdued, Izanagi’s clearly happy in every single one.]
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[ Hesitates just a few more seconds, then tilts the phone so that Izzy can see. ]
He is.
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[ And he is sorry. ]
He's not in Imeeji anymore, right? Transferred or graduated?
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Still means your best hope for seeing him again is to come back with me.
[ Smallest pause. ]
I'm not saying it'll be easy. And I can't really offer to carry even part of the burden you'd be taking on.
[ Which he hates. ]
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Did have one thing I was planning to do, next PVP game. It's not much, but... hopefully it'll help a little.
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You don't have to convince me anymore. I don't want to be in any world without him.
[He'll release Lupine's hand - if only so he can bring his own together, idly rubbing at his left index finger. It's bare today, but normally he wears a silver ring engraved with snowdrops and chrysanthemums.]
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Some people are just like that. Worth any amount of — anything else.
[ And while a lot of other things people have said to him, that he's thought, about relationships have rung sort of — hollow to him, like maybe he believes that could happen to someone else but not to him — this...
This, maybe he gets. This, maybe he's had. ]
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[His tone is - a little disparaging, really.]
But - I'll keep trying to get back to him.
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(Tsun? Tsun would be the best case, right.) (It's either tsun or it's "nobody's really worth any amount of anything else" or...) ]
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Heh. Fair enough.
[ A beat, then his gaze turns to the garden in front of them. ...It's not the same night garden LiliS has, which is only lit by an unnaturally bright moon, but. Still kind of reminiscent, huh? ]
So, do you know the way out of here?
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[ Shit, he really wants — but he just digs his hand a little deeper into his pocket. ]
It's okay if you don't. I'll help you look.
[ They'll find it. He'll get you back... to where you've at least got a chance at seeing your boy again. ]
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[Hmmm.]
Then again, there's nothing really stopping us from just enjoying the garden until it ends.
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Heh. First time, so. Wasn't really sure what to expect.
[ He'd feel better if there was a door, or a... pillar of light, he doesn't know. Something. Chafing his arms slowly. ]
—Sorry, again.
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[Being in a garden > dying horribly.]
...For what?
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—For seeing all of this.
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