[ it's the day after the meeting and the party, and for once, klavier is back in his own room. he's freshly showered and dressed when a knock comes at his door, and he opens it with more ease than he would if he knew who was behind it. ]
[ she does not punch him. ema is feeling a little awkward and like she wants to be anywhere but here and like she'd rather do almost anything else, but she has to face him eventually.
she can't avoid him forever, and she has things to get back. ]
Hey.
[ she should maybe be more polite, but she's doing her best to act like she wasn't so clearly out of her mind yesterday. ]
[ the good thing, ema, is that he was also clearly out of his fucking mind when they last spoke too. that awkwardness is abound.
she can stay outside or some in, but klavier turns and goes inside to one of the dressers. he comes back with all of her things neatly tucked into a large canvas tote (tropical themed) from one of the stores—her coat, shoes, anything else she may have left on the beach. if wrio didn't give them to her before, her snackoos will also be there.
[ she takes the tote bag and looks inside. there's comfort in seeing her lab coat and snackoos. they don't make up her identity, but they help ground her. ]
Thanks for holding onto them.
[ she is counting on any lingering awkwardness he might feel about claiming to be widowed by her to get out of this with some dignity in tact (not that she can still have some after yesterday, but it's the thought that counts). ]
[ what else does he say? there are so many other thoughts tumbling in his head. visions of her mangled body and her blue corpse lying on the shoreline. her and apollo appearing there, baking in the sun without a care in the world. the widow stuff. the right now. should he be sincere? ]
[ they can be adults about one of them being a slutty stepford wife and the other being a weepy, needy, heartbroken mess over the other.
all of that matters less than what happened earlier that morning—what klavier still sometimes sees when he looks at her. a crushed head. a blue, bloated, sea-wrinkled corpse. his only saving grace is that he was already mostly immune to the sight of dead bodies before, as were the other two.
it still doesn't make facing her that much easier. klavier's smile falters, and he looks her over with thinly-veiled concern. ]
So... a more important question. How are you feeling?
[ slutty? just because she kissed one other person? wow
it's a little odd to see his concern when she's so much more used to his teasing and giving her a hard time. it's not that she doesn't know that he can care. in fact, she knows he cares a lot about many things despite his casual veneer. he's so persnickety when it comes to the finer details. ]
Like my usual self. [ if he's talking mentally. ] No lingering pains. [ if he means physically. ] A second time is no less unsettling than the first. [ for the emotional examination. ]
[ she just kissed people (him) willy nilly when they got close enough...
ema, on the other hand, seems exactly how she should be—almost as though nothing had happened to her at all. maybe she and apollo are similar in that way: they experience, process, strategize, execute, and then move on. events without solutions may not be worth lingering on, no matter what feelings or discomfort they dredge up.
but he could be wrong. maybe ema is more in tune with herself than he thinks, and she's processing the situation just fine. klavier, on the other hand, is willing to acknowledge the distress and grief and feelings that come with, idk, dying and watching other people you know die in front of you too.
he keeps frowning. ]
Do you know what happened to the two of you? It looked as though you went for a swim.
[ she had no memories and was in full vacation mode and only cared about fun. what is she supposed to do? not kiss a handsome man when he pulls her close?
it's less that she's moved on and more that she'd rather die again than admit to that kind of mortification, especially in front of klavier. their dynamic has not shifted enough that she feels comfortable showing more weakness than frustration and indignation.
she looks away. ]
Things happened way too fast. There's not much I can say about it other than that.
[ yeah... he may have an amount of her respect as a prosecutor, but they're still not really friends. ]
...I see. Then there isn't much left for me to ask.
[ if it was a swim or if they were murdered or something else happened. there was no evidence but their things set by the beach, and klavier was cursed before he could do an in-depth search for signs of suspicious activity on their person, apollo's bracelet aside.
he could press her, but. it's been a whirlwind these past few days. ]
I will only say that I'm glad to see the two of you back to your senses. [ ... ] I mentioned this to Herr Forehead, but for a time, I almost believed we had lost you both for good.
Luck seems to be the most reliable thing in a place like this.
[ a grim thing to say despite his placid expression. after that, he's wearing his usual smile again. ]
...As I said, you are both yourselves again. That's all that matters.
[ neither of them will know about how he ran to the beach and cursed at nothing and sat in the movie theatre by himself like a loser after they died. changes the topic instead. ]
Speaking of that, did you get to enjoy our get-together at all before you escaped last night?
she will never know because she doesn't think he cares that much about her. ema was never one to be able to hide her expressions or emotions much, and she's never cared to try. she grimaces and makes a face. ]
Before I regained my memories and everything, sure. [ when she didn't know any better. she doesn't sound too pleased about it. after?
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...Ah.
[ does she punch him? if she doesn't: ]
I was waiting for you to come.
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she can't avoid him forever, and she has things to get back. ]
Hey.
[ she should maybe be more polite, but she's doing her best to act like she wasn't so clearly out of her mind yesterday. ]
I heard you have some of my things.
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[ the good thing, ema, is that he was also clearly out of his fucking mind when they last spoke too. that awkwardness is abound.
she can stay outside or some in, but klavier turns and goes inside to one of the dressers. he comes back with all of her things neatly tucked into a large canvas tote (tropical themed) from one of the stores—her coat, shoes, anything else she may have left on the beach. if wrio didn't give them to her before, her snackoos will also be there.
he offers it to her. ]
Make sure everything is there, ja?
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Thanks for holding onto them.
[ she is counting on any lingering awkwardness he might feel about claiming to be widowed by her to get out of this with some dignity in tact (not that she can still have some after yesterday, but it's the thought that counts). ]
That should be everything.
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[ what else does he say? there are so many other thoughts tumbling in his head. visions of her mangled body and her blue corpse lying on the shoreline. her and apollo appearing there, baking in the sun without a care in the world. the widow stuff. the right now. should he be sincere? ]
You are entirely yourself again this morning, ja?
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she shrugs on her lab coat because she wants to feel more normal, more like her usual self. ]
Yes. I'm back to myself. Nothing's wrong with me now. It's as weird as the first time around.
[ being physically fine after dying, each time. ]
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[ that's good... ]
And just as before, the two of us will let bygones by bygones regarding... that strangeness from a few days ago. Ja?
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[ they were cursed out of their minds.
or suffering the consequences of dying again. ]
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[ they can be adults about one of them being a slutty stepford wife and the other being a weepy, needy, heartbroken mess over the other.
all of that matters less than what happened earlier that morning—what klavier still sometimes sees when he looks at her. a crushed head. a blue, bloated, sea-wrinkled corpse. his only saving grace is that he was already mostly immune to the sight of dead bodies before, as were the other two.
it still doesn't make facing her that much easier. klavier's smile falters, and he looks her over with thinly-veiled concern. ]
So... a more important question. How are you feeling?
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it's a little odd to see his concern when she's so much more used to his teasing and giving her a hard time. it's not that she doesn't know that he can care. in fact, she knows he cares a lot about many things despite his casual veneer. he's so persnickety when it comes to the finer details. ]
Like my usual self. [ if he's talking mentally. ] No lingering pains. [ if he means physically. ] A second time is no less unsettling than the first. [ for the emotional examination. ]
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ema, on the other hand, seems exactly how she should be—almost as though nothing had happened to her at all. maybe she and apollo are similar in that way: they experience, process, strategize, execute, and then move on. events without solutions may not be worth lingering on, no matter what feelings or discomfort they dredge up.
but he could be wrong. maybe ema is more in tune with herself than he thinks, and she's processing the situation just fine. klavier, on the other hand, is willing to acknowledge the distress and grief and feelings that come with, idk, dying and watching other people you know die in front of you too.
he keeps frowning. ]
Do you know what happened to the two of you? It looked as though you went for a swim.
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it's less that she's moved on and more that she'd rather die again than admit to that kind of mortification, especially in front of klavier. their dynamic has not shifted enough that she feels comfortable showing more weakness than frustration and indignation.
she looks away. ]
Things happened way too fast. There's not much I can say about it other than that.
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...I see. Then there isn't much left for me to ask.
[ if it was a swim or if they were murdered or something else happened. there was no evidence but their things set by the beach, and klavier was cursed before he could do an in-depth search for signs of suspicious activity on their person, apollo's bracelet aside.
he could press her, but. it's been a whirlwind these past few days. ]
I will only say that I'm glad to see the two of you back to your senses. [ ... ] I mentioned this to Herr Forehead, but for a time, I almost believed we had lost you both for good.
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I'm sorry for worrying you.
[ she didn't mean to cause any amount of grief, but she knows intentions don't always land. ]
With any luck, it won't happen again.
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[ a grim thing to say despite his placid expression. after that, he's wearing his usual smile again. ]
...As I said, you are both yourselves again. That's all that matters.
[ neither of them will know about how he ran to the beach and cursed at nothing and sat in the movie theatre by himself like a loser after they died. changes the topic instead. ]
Speaking of that, did you get to enjoy our get-together at all before you escaped last night?
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she will never know because she doesn't think he cares that much about her. ema was never one to be able to hide her expressions or emotions much, and she's never cared to try. she grimaces and makes a face. ]
Before I regained my memories and everything, sure. [ when she didn't know any better. she doesn't sound too pleased about it. after?
after.... goodbye. ]