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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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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.

[not that Ruka really cares, annoyed as she is. she's not even really in the mood for ~explanations~ but fine, whatever, she follows along without dragging her feet or saying a word.]

Things like this are tricky for me, you know? When I first got here I thought I was in big trouble, so I made up a fake name. I didn't think I spoke to anyone when everybody got...younger.

Did we have a long talk?

Long enough, I guess.

[she's crossing her arms and looking disinterested.]

The way the Porter made me when everyone turned into kids--I haven't been that person in over two hundred years.

[not her fault he has shitty timing. but that at least gets him a somewhat interested (but still mildly annoyed) tilt of the head.]

So you... don't age? Or are you a time-traveler?

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