❀ Kim Kitsuragi

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Week 7, pre-End Game!!

[cranelike]

(Since Tsurumaru is deda, he is cold (almost icy) to touch... so he's just going to touch Kim's arm this time and let the chill settle in.)

[voltadomar]

[He flinches at the sudden cold. Then he just looks over tiredly. It's... fine.]

Hello, Tsurumaru.

[He's wearing his black bomber jacket (identical to the orange one save for the colour) and has a glove only on his right hand. Cecile, as a skua, is perched on his right shoulder.]

[cranelike]

You remember me. Good.

(How could anyone forget tho, right...)

Ah, look at you. You look more tired than usual.

[voltadomar]

Yes, the good news is that head trauma was not among the troubles I've dealt with in the past week.

You're not exactly easy to forget.

[cranelike]

If there's something you'd like to forget, you can always take a swim in the river~

(Ominous,)

I don't know what else you'll leave behind, though.

(Totally normal things to drop in conversation?)

... How was your journey? I couldn't see.

[voltadomar]

[Ominous......]

Honestly... not that bad. We were attacked by giant bugs, but dispatched them without sustaining any major injuries. We succeeded in negotiating with a giant, and acquired a blessing of some sort. We were then pursued by spectres on our way here, but evaded them with minimal harm done.

We were dropped on top of an aircraft, which was both terrifying and... [and what? He doesn't finish that thought.] Fortunately, Revali was there to retrieve us safely.

[cranelike]

"Not bad" at all!

(Compared to some of the other things they've experienced.)

Mhm, if anyone was going to rescue me from a high place, I would want Revali... but still, you must be tired. You've all been working quite hard on the other side.

[voltadomar]

Yes, it's been a long day. [...] Week. [...] Or however long.

It sounded like plenty of hard work has been happening on both sides, however.

[cranelike]

I believe the most difficult parts were before I arrived. From then on, it was a matter of collecting information and making sense of it...

... And relaying it to all of you, of course.

(Those letter censors!!)

Things are easier when we're able to speak more freely on this side.

[voltadomar]

True. It feels a bit like a lot of shackles have been removed, these past couple of days.

[A little warmth finds its way into his voice.]

[cranelike]

(Nodding,)

We have a lot of catching up to do. Despite all that's been done, we aren't finished yet.

(There is still, unfortunately, a bomb to discuss.)

But it isn't often we have time to rest and it's been a long time since many of us have spoken with each other... a little time for ourselves is the least we can allow.

(While being mindful of their time, of course but he feels like that doesnt need to be said.)

[voltadomar]

Is this a way of telling me to take a break?

[cranelike]

(Loudly,)

This week, your services are not needed!

There are no bodies to search for or to examine. Can you imagine?

[voltadomar]

... It does look like we've managed to reach Friday without any of us being murdered. Which is nice.

[There's a mildly astonished look on his face, like this fact is only sinking in now.]

[cranelike]

You look surprised!

(Don't look so surprised?!)

[voltadomar]

Mm. A little.

But, all right. I see your point. It looks like I can take the rest of the day off.

[cranelike]

(He reaches out to pat Kim on the head-- and stops short because he knows how he feels. It's fine. He pulls his hand back, tucking it into his sleeve,)

You're our guests for the evening. For now, leave things to us.

(The dead,)

It's good to have a purpose again.

[voltadomar]

Very well. I humbly accept your offer of hospitality.

[A little irony in his tone.]

[cranelike]

(Nodding! He's very excited but then there's something--)

Ah, but I have one request.

[voltadomar]

Okay...

What is it?

[cranelike]

You said you can't see up close, right?

(Pointing to his own eyes for a second here.)

And your glasses fixed that.

[voltadomar]

Yes... It's called hyperopia, or farsightedness.

... Why do you ask?

[cranelike]

(ANNOUNCES FOR THE WHOLE WORLD TO HEAR but this is a PC so only Kim will hear,)

I want to see your glasses!

[voltadomar]

...

What, like... to try them on? For someone who doesn't need them, it would just be like looking through a fishbowl.

[cranelike]

It isn't for me!

(And he puts both hands on his waist and holds his head up high,)

I want someone else to see.