[ The kitchen isn't on fire, but Datz did abandon the grilled cheese that Hanako is also not going to touch despite it starting to just pass golden brown. ]
[ Sorry, he really has no business being in the kitchen, so he'll step aside for Datz to save the sandwiches. He cups the firecracker in his hands instead of sticking it in his pocket— it'll go into his secret stash of illegal and dangerous items later. ]
I'd keep that in mind, but no one's a match for me.
[ He says this but I haven't memoried you yet so this memory is going to pop up between them to interrupt. "making them feel everything you did in that moment" = p a i n ]
it's a jarringly different atmosphere from the stupid memory he'd just shown himself to begin with, but also everything this shitty punk is saying about hanako is infuriating, making datz subconsciously tighten his grip on the griddle handle as he watches the scene play out in the panels. and when that hand suddenly feels like it's being stabbed clean through, he flinches hard, sending one of the sandwiches flying onto the counter as the griddle clatters loudly on the stove.
which, whatever, he can make a new sandwich if that one landed in something weird, he's not paying attention; he's just immediately pulling hanako into a tight hug as soon as it's over, even if he's still feeling the sharp point of a phantom blade driving through his chest. ]
[ It lands on the floor but that's okay, they can eat the top half still. Just like back then, the pain is excruciating, paralyzing, so bad you'd start wishing it'd be over already. Back then, it'd ended with him on the ground, desperately trying to pull himself together.
But here, Datz holds him together. Warm, comforting, and in the stillness he's acutely aware of how hard his heart is hammering, now that he's got a heart that actually needs to do that. ]
I'm... I'm sorry.
[ He hugs Datz back— tries to, anyways, his arms are weak ]
[ that is probably not true on tuesday but it sure will be by thursday.
he's fine with just holding onto hanako for a while like this, until his heartbeat gets back to normal and he feels steady again. that's what he's decided he's here for — to do his damnedest to hold his team together. ]
And screw that guy, he doesn't know what he's talking about.
Yeah, well, knowing "things like you" isn't the same as knowing you.
[ he hugs him a little tighter. ]
I mean— self serving? C'mon, I've seen how much you care about some of the people here. That's not you. You worry about Ruty all the time and wanna help him. And you wanted to do something nice for Taky, right?
[ too bad he's fucking DEAD before we could throw him a party but here on tuesday we can still have our dreams ]
[ he does have his own agenda. Datz already knows- Hanako had made it clear to the entire team that if it came to it, he wanted their team to win this murder game, so he can save his world.
It has nothing to do with Ruty and Taky, but. still. ]
I help the people that I like. Isn't that self-serving?
I mean, everyone wants to help people they like more than ones they don't like. Doesn't make you more selfish than your average person. There's people I'd run into a burning building to save and there's ones I'd shut the door on.
[ granted, the latter category is mostly reserved for people he'd consider to be active threats, but still. ]
I meant like, the cops and politicians and stuff back home. No one here I'd really wanna do that to now that Arugula's out of the picture... at least not until we find out who's behind all this crap.
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[ runs off
comes back like a minute and a half later ]
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All right! Here ya go!
[ hands him one!
i hope to god this stove is electric and not gas ]
Oh, whoops, let that go a little long, huh...
[ turns the heat down and flips the sandwiches ]
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[ Sorry, he really has no business being in the kitchen, so he'll step aside for Datz to save the sandwiches. He cups the firecracker in his hands instead of sticking it in his pocket— it'll go into his secret stash of illegal and dangerous items later. ]
Thanks! What're you going to do with yours?
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[ He says this but I haven't memoried you yet so this memory is going to pop up between them to interrupt. "making them feel everything you did in that moment" = p a i n ]
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what the hell.
it's a jarringly different atmosphere from the stupid memory he'd just shown himself to begin with, but also everything this shitty punk is saying about hanako is infuriating, making datz subconsciously tighten his grip on the griddle handle as he watches the scene play out in the panels. and when that hand suddenly feels like it's being stabbed clean through, he flinches hard, sending one of the sandwiches flying onto the counter as the griddle clatters loudly on the stove.
which, whatever, he can make a new sandwich if that one landed in something weird, he's not paying attention; he's just immediately pulling hanako into a tight hug as soon as it's over, even if he's still feeling the sharp point of a phantom blade driving through his chest. ]
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But here, Datz holds him together. Warm, comforting, and in the stillness he's acutely aware of how hard his heart is hammering, now that he's got a heart that actually needs to do that. ]
I'm... I'm sorry.
[ He hugs Datz back— tries to, anyways, his arms are weak ]
I didn't mean to hurt you...
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[ that is probably not true on tuesday but it sure will be by thursday.
he's fine with just holding onto hanako for a while like this, until his heartbeat gets back to normal and he feels steady again. that's what he's decided he's here for — to do his damnedest to hold his team together. ]
And screw that guy, he doesn't know what he's talking about.
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He does, though.
[ Like, if anybody's an expert in anything, it would be that exorcist there. ]
It's his job to get rid of things like me.
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[ he hugs him a little tighter. ]
I mean— self serving? C'mon, I've seen how much you care about some of the people here. That's not you. You worry about Ruty all the time and wanna help him. And you wanted to do something nice for Taky, right?
[ too bad he's fucking DEAD before we could throw him a party but here on tuesday we can still have our dreams ]
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Yeah, but...
[ he does have his own agenda. Datz already knows- Hanako had made it clear to the entire team that if it came to it, he wanted their team to win this murder game, so he can save his world.
It has nothing to do with Ruty and Taky, but. still. ]
I help the people that I like. Isn't that self-serving?
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I mean, everyone wants to help people they like more than ones they don't like. Doesn't make you more selfish than your average person. There's people I'd run into a burning building to save and there's ones I'd shut the door on.
[ granted, the latter category is mostly reserved for people he'd consider to be active threats, but still. ]
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[ like, of the people here. who are we shoving into a burning building ]
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Politicians... So, if I ever get ahold of the mayor?
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...Honestly, at this point, if you're sure you won't get caught, go for it.
Far as I know he's never made any effort to stand up against all the messed up stuff that's going on in his city, so he really is part of the problem.
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[ he looks distressingly normal without his hat, i hate it ]
A mayor's no help when he's not even around either. Do you know why Hung's so against becoming mayor?
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