08: Spiral's End

[broclone.livejournal.com]

At least it's all over now, right?

Right. And I'm supposed to be smiling since everything's been solved already. I won.

Why do I feel like crying?

[You might just hear someone punching your front door, or something to that effect. If you check outside, there will be one (1) Ayumu looking very downcast, about to cry. Stuff like that.]

When did it start raining?

[ooc; Ayumu has been canon-updated to the end of the manga's main story! Just right before the epilogue. Nothing important has changed, but he's... going be really emo for now but will cheer up sooner or later. Most likely later.]

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[namescorners.livejournal.com]

Ah-- ... 'kay... [Still lingering, obviously, idly rubbing at our arm where we usually clutch at it with our opposite hand as we look around in the foyer area.]

[broclone.livejournal.com]

[coming back and throwing a towel at you. and a giant shirt. then he's heading back to where he came from to do some drying and changing himself.]

[namescorners.livejournal.com]

[Was looking at something off to the side when you reappeared, so we were not expecting that towel and--] W-waah. [Looks down at the mound of fabric and understands the towel but is perplexed by the shirt. What is this for. Makes a wretched mess of our hair with the towel, which is probably vaguely hilarious, and stays conveniently in the same space since you haven't told us to go elsewhere yet.]

[broclone.livejournal.com]

[well, enjoy standing there for a few good minutes, Crona. taking a shower after being in the rain for a long time is currently the best thing ever.]

[namescorners.livejournal.com]

[Ffff we will. Time is kind of a relative thing to us, so we'll just kind of hang out and continue to mess up our hair, inspecting the walls and general layout of your Ayumu Cave.]

[broclone.livejournal.com]

[don't start sniffing everything, now.]

[namescorners.livejournal.com]

[WE'RE NOT QUITE THAT WEIRD. Most days. So we're just... mostly staying right near the door so's not to intrude and just kind of visually inspecting. Are you done being naked yet?]

[broclone.livejournal.com]

[... yes. yes I am. now fully-clothed, dry, and with a towel on my head and--]

What are you still doing there?

[namescorners.livejournal.com]

[Has the shirt in a hand kind of not-quite touching the ground because we don't wanna get it dirty or hug it to us and get it wet, but we're not really sure we're gonna wear it, either. Turning and looking at you and smiling a little.] I-I didn't want to just go into your house without permission...

[broclone.livejournal.com]

You're already... [fdlsakfsd scratching his head]

Just come in already.

[namescorners.livejournal.com]

[...sorry Ayumu, we're really goddamn weird. Shuffles farther into the house and continues to visually inspect everything.] I-I like your house, Narumi.

[broclone.livejournal.com]

It's nice, yeah.

[namescorners.livejournal.com]

[Belatedly holds up the tshirt you threw at us.] W-what did you want me to do with this...?

[broclone.livejournal.com]

Dry yourself up and get changed, I guess. Unless you wanna wear something wet the whole time.

[namescorners.livejournal.com]

[Holds the shirt up and looks at it for a while, trying to decide if we can deal with wearing it. Nnnnn. Wafflewafflewaffle. We'd rather not be wet and have our dressthing clinging to us in odd ways, but... giant tshirt that is not ours. Uh.]

[broclone.livejournal.com]

[well, you do that. I'll be here in the kitchen to make some hot cocoa.]

[namescorners.livejournal.com]

... [Watches you for about a third of a second before disappearing from view, hiding in order to become slightly less clothed and wear your giant shirt. ...and then standing over by the front door in a horribly awkward fashion, tugging at it and making faces.] U-uuuu.

[broclone.livejournal.com]

[wtf are you doing]

[namescorners.livejournal.com]

[Being an extremely awkward teenage thing. In considerably less clothing than we are used to.] U-um. [Peeeeeeeering around at you.] W-what should I do with my clothes...? [It's all wet and I don't want to drip on your floor.]

[broclone.livejournal.com]

Just hang them somewhere.

[namescorners.livejournal.com]

O-okay... [Fumbles around for a while and eventually hangs the... it's a fucking dress, okay, up somewhere and wanders back in your direction.]

[broclone.livejournal.com]

[back to hot cocoa making. and.... idk]

What do you wanna eat?

[namescorners.livejournal.com]

[Shifting our weight from one foot to another for a while, shrugging.] A-anything is fine... You don't have to.

[broclone.livejournal.com]

Are you sure?

[namescorners.livejournal.com]

[Nods.] I-I'm not very hungry, anyway. [And we're already in your house and wearing your clothing so we don't want to make you do anything else for us.]