catchall; yoru

[toyska]

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weekend 0, saturday

[toyska]

[He has had time to read her profile by now and it is so funny for reasons, but he nods at her in greeting when he sees her, regardless.]

What do you think of them?

[nostradamus]

[she is rude so she doesn't greet him. but she does shrug at the question.]

They claim they want to help us. They can either prove their usefulness to us, or die.

[toyska]

[She can do whatever she wants forever]

You plan to take them out, if they're a hindrance? [He asks this casually, like it's a perfectly normal question]

[nostradamus]

Yes. I've already told them as much.

[sane things to say in casual conversation.]

week 0, monday

[toyska]

[RNG set this as pre-fight so Childe can be found in the trash room, because he is trash (no)]

What are the odds we have to pick our way through here to look for evidence in a few days? [This is not a real question because he assumes they both know the answer is "stupidly high"]

[nostradamus]

When it happens, someone else can filthy their hands with it.

[godspeed to whoever has to dig through the mystery horse juices to recover a body.]

week one, monday.

[nostradamus]

[welcome to the skating rink! yoru is examining a pair of skates thoughtfully, looking up only when she hears someone else moving around nearby.]

You. Do you know how to skate?

[toyska]

[Hewwo!! Childe is here, happily checking out any and all winter-related areas... this is a good week for him. He perks up a little at the question and nods.]

Yes, I do. Do you need pointers?

[nostradamus]

I don't. [she inclines her head to the cubby where the rest of the skates are kept.] Grab a pair and come with me. I need an exercise partner.

[toyska]

[Opens his mouth to be like "woah you want to pair up with someone you government-assigned human?"

Realizes she might change her mind if he says that

Closes his mouth and goes to get some skates]

week two, monday.

[nostradamus]

[HAPPY SEX DEMON ACHIEVEMENT... they're running into each other at some point after that whole ass network thread. hello.]

Have you come back to your senses?

[she looks so hecking amused.]

[toyska]

[HELP ME NOT THIS!!!! Well... at least Childe isn't the type to splutter and make a huge scene out of his embarrassment... frankly it's incredibly hard to make him feel embarrassed at all, but an alternate set of memories at the sex demon space station SURE IS ONE OF THEM.]

Ahaha... fortunately, yes.

[nostradamus]

Too bad. That was a pretty fun read.

week three, saturday.

[nostradamus]

[I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER PIXI!!!!

tosses them into the void post trial. imagine writing a proper starter on memshare week... anyway, get mem'd.]

[toyska]

[WAGHGHGH the way the heat swept in and destroyed me immediately after BUT I AM HERE NOW.

There's a lot happening here, but when the memory ends, his first question is--]

Is that what the arm thing was about?

[YORU YOUR ARM]

[nostradamus]

[YOU'RE FINE i am so behind on my inbox precisely because of the heatwave knocking me on my ass tbh]

No, this was the other arm.

[the way she is saying this like it is SOOOO normal. sometimes you lose your arms in separate incidents.]

week four, saturday.

[nostradamus]

[where are they? mystery. she gives him an obvious look-over.]

... Well? Did he kill you like you feared?

[toyska]

[He looks fine! No longer in a maid outfit.]

Surprisingly, no. He must've been in a good mood.

[nostradamus]

Huh. That is surprising.

[don't just say you expected someone to get murdered, girl...]

week 7, monday

[toyska]

[YORUUUUUUU hello. They are at the portal to Australia. He no longer has a navel piercing, though he is still in his dumb superhell shirt.]

...This seems suspicious.

[nostradamus]

Well, obviously... There's gotta be a catch.

[toyska]

Well... shall we investigate anyway? We'll likely just end up on the other side again if something goes wrong.

week 7, saturday

[toyska]

[I'm sorry this is so incredibly lazy but it is so endgame and my dinner smells so good]

What's waiting for you at home?

[nostradamus]

[YOU'RE FINE enjoy your dinner!]

Hm... A couple of different things. But mostly more fights to win, and more devils and humans to kill.

[toyska]

[These are the best plans he's heard all evening]

That sounds like an excellent agenda!