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WHO: MONO'S CHARACTERS AND OLESIA'S CHARACTERS
WHERE: EVERYWHERE
WHEN: EVERYTIME
WARNINGS: THREE OUT OF FOUR OF MY CHARACTERS COUNT AS THEIR OWN WARNINGS OKAY
SUMMARY: MONO CHARACTERS VS. OLESIA CHARACTERS GO GO GO
FORMAT: IT'S ALMOST FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY!!!

[uh

characters are places and they are doing things

look we just didn't want to write seventeen separate logs don't judge us]

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I don't know. That seems like an odd question to ask.

[Coolplay: failure. Madonna croons in the background, while Ruka rolls her eyes, drops her arms from their cross on her ribs, and turns, ditching Czes by the cotton swabs and q-tips]

Ruka?...

[STILL WALKING, HEADING TOWARD THE BACK TOWARD THE IN-STORE BUTCHER. you've got to try harder and walk faster than that.]

Hey, what's wrong?

[Balking, changing directions. TO THE BAKERY.]

Just leave me alone.

But it's been a while since we saw each other, right?

Go away!

[Adults might be more inclined to intervene if they weren't ten and fourteen]

Ruka, come on--

--what did I do?

You're actually asking that?

[PUSHING PAST, FURTHER INTO BAKERY LAND]

I'm asking because I don't know!

[striding away! to the sound of the talking heads, and in the direction of the discount bread.]

You do too!

So tell me what I know! I thought we were friends.

So did I! But apparently I was wrong.

Ruka, come on. How can I do anything about whatever it is if you won't even tell me what I did? I'll make it up to you, I promise.

And why should I believe that, when you just lied to my face?

I don't know what you're talking about.

[it is now GRABBING A LOAF OF BREAD AND JABBING YOU IN THE CHEST WITH IT.]

Just because you forgot that week doesn't mean I did, Czeslaw.

That week?...

Did I really make a mistake that basic?

You tell me.

[Yeah she notices this change, and she is watching it.

Still pressing that loaf of bread against his tiny sternum.
ruka this is not threatening]

I was pretty stupid back then.

I said I'd make it up to you, right? I can explain.

I will explain. Just not here.

[She holds that gaze pretty levelly for several long seconds -- talking heads still playing non-threateningly overhead -- before she finally puts the loaf back on the stand.]

Fine.

[She hasn't looked away, as though turning her head will be all it takes for the moment to break and for Czes to run off and pretend this never happened.]

How about outside, around the side of the building. So we can have a little privacy.

I said 'fine,' didn't I?

[Even the offer for truth doesn't seem to have lightened her mood at all.]

Yes, you did.