[wandering around the graveyard has led her to some interesting places. Such as the Rat Cultural Centre. Strange that this place draws her in.
The girl puts a hand to one of the framed photographs by famous rat photographers (ratographers). She seems preoccupied. Emotions are still largely flat but there's a flicker of something. Then a larger spark. Some sort of nostalgia?]
[ After sleeping for like eight hours straight, Aventurine has decided to stretch his legs. He wanders into the rat exhibit, bringing with him a feeling of apprehension as he steps inside.
There are bandages on his face and arms, scrapes and gashes peeking through, but other than that, he's fine. And he doesn't at all expect to run into someone at the exhibit, pausing for just a moment as his brain plays catch up. ]
He'll come up beside her to take a closer look at what she's looking at. ]
I've been here a few times this week. I can't say that I recognize any of these rats, though. [ And why would he?? He turns his gaze back to Rosamund, curiosity hanging over him. ] Why do you ask?
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The girl puts a hand to one of the framed photographs by famous rat photographers (ratographers). She seems preoccupied. Emotions are still largely flat but there's a flicker of something. Then a larger spark. Some sort of nostalgia?]
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There are bandages on his face and arms, scrapes and gashes peeking through, but other than that, he's fine. And he doesn't at all expect to run into someone at the exhibit, pausing for just a moment as his brain plays catch up. ]
Oh... Hello.
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She turns to look at him, impassive. Her eyes skate over his bandages. A mild spike of interest, there.]
Hello, Boy. [There's a beat.] Do you know these rats?
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He'll come up beside her to take a closer look at what she's looking at. ]
I've been here a few times this week. I can't say that I recognize any of these rats, though. [ And why would he?? He turns his gaze back to Rosamund, curiosity hanging over him. ] Why do you ask?
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[looks back to the picture again, thinking.]
But they're not devils. Strange...
[she lets the thought percolate a moment. Unable to grasp the hook of it. Then, without turning to look at him whatsoever:]
Tell me, how did you come to be injured?
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Devils...?
[ Thinks about Yoru for a moment before the question distracts him. ]
I was whisked away on one of those far off adventures. The ones that take you to a different setting and convince you of a life that isn't yours.
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[She tilts her head, wearing a face of mild empathy and giving off nothing. Her hand comes to his cheek, soft, as she speaks again.]
Don't worry. Either time or death will ease the pain.
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He covers her hand with his, holding it in place. ]
Time, then. Death escapes me all too often.
[ i died w5 let's do something tomorrow ]
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She'll find you eventually. Until then.
[She'll smile, and slip her hand out from under his before drifting past him to continue her wandering. Inhuman, uncaring. All wrong.
See you later, gambling man.]