[she sounds like a child saying that, but it's the first thing that springs to her mind. there was no reason to trust him, but she'd been forced to, and it's terrifying to have that broken like this.]
[ Shit... shit shit shit. He's glad she can't see him right now. He feels like an asshole doing this. He probably is an asshole for doing this. Maybe he should have tried a different approach, but this seemed like the one that would get him the best result. And he's too freaked out himself to back off now, even if he's doing a better job than she is at keeping his voice steady and sounding calm.
He didn't think he'd end up feeling guilty about it though... ]
[that's what it has to be, right? Hazel knows better, knows what people need things like her for, but she wants to keep pretending as long as she can. even when her past is repeating itself across worlds, she wants to pretend that it's a normal extortion for regular people.
it's easier to think about that than the fact that people like this never need 'just one thing' from her. this was a noose she wouldn't escape from.]
[ Jesus, this is getting out of hand. He needs to clarify before things get worse. He needs to clarify fast anyway, because right now he's wandering around the streets three blocks from his house, and he's jumpy as hell. ]
I need a place to stay tonight.
[ ... Really? He started trying to blackmail someone for something like that?
It's because he does something like this that he has no friends to just ask for a place to stay. ]
[it's so stupid, so completely and utterly unnecessary that it jolts all of the fear right out of her body. it's a good thing that this isn't video, because now she's getting livid.]
You're ready to ruin my entire life here because you've got nowhere to go for a fucking night? I'd tell you to just ask someone you know, but it's pretty obvious a shitbag like you doesn't have any goddamn friends!
[god she could wring his neck right now. she could do that and a hell of a lot more.]
[with the way the body's been mangled now, Hazel doesn't recognize it as the monster she ran into earlier that ripped her apart pretty well and not just because I haven't tagged that log yet
but she does know that severed head, and it's that recognition that prompts the long silence that stretches out rather than the brutality. whether she'd admit it or not, Hazel's grown accustomed to such things.]
What the hell does that have to do with you?
[her voice is even and tight again, although without a trace of that wobble. he better have a damn good explanation for this.]
The one who did that? The person covered in blood?
[ A pause. ]
They live with me.
[ A humorless laugh. ]
They follow me around, and bother me. I knew they were insane the first time we met... with the number of knives they keep, and the way they accused me of being some sort of monster just because I wouldn't give a blood sample.
[ A slow deep inhale. ]
I don't actually know if they'd kill me or not. I don't know if the police will find them and stop them tonight either...
[Why the hell would I want someone like that finding out where I live? she wants to snap, but that's the reason he decided such a boneheaded move was necessary. she wants to scream, because it's all so stupid and so fucking relateable.
the silence drags out even longer this time, finally broken by a deep sigh.]
[ She wouldn't. No one would. He doesn't think Suzuya will hunt him down though... probably. He's obsessed with Kangmo's hearing implant, but he doesn't seem all that concerned with Kangmo otherwise at least. Not that he's really even hinted that to Hazel. ]
You don't particular like me.
[ That's an assumption, but he feels pretty safe in saying that. ]
[ This conversation feels so casual considering how it started, high tension, unsteady emotions. Well, he's still pretty tensed up, but that's because he's still on the street not too many blocks from the house he shares with a murderer... ]
Heropa 11. The door's already open, so don't bother knocking.
[it's this casual because of Hazel's irrepressible compassion...and the fact she's already decided she's punching him in the fact the minute he steps through the door. it's amazing what the promise of violence does for chilling you out.]
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[ Oh how cute... a casual attempt at blackmail. ]
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Don't do this.
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That badly?
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[she sounds like a child saying that, but it's the first thing that springs to her mind. there was no reason to trust him, but she'd been forced to, and it's terrifying to have that broken like this.]
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He didn't think he'd end up feeling guilty about it though... ]
I just need one thing. That's it.
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[that's what it has to be, right? Hazel knows better, knows what people need things like her for, but she wants to keep pretending as long as she can. even when her past is repeating itself across worlds, she wants to pretend that it's a normal extortion for regular people.
it's easier to think about that than the fact that people like this never need 'just one thing' from her. this was a noose she wouldn't escape from.]
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[ Jesus, this is getting out of hand. He needs to clarify before things get worse. He needs to clarify fast anyway, because right now he's wandering around the streets three blocks from his house, and he's jumpy as hell. ]
I need a place to stay tonight.
[ ... Really? He started trying to blackmail someone for something like that?
It's because he does something like this that he has no friends to just ask for a place to stay. ]
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[it's so stupid, so completely and utterly unnecessary that it jolts all of the fear right out of her body. it's a good thing that this isn't video, because now she's getting livid.]
You're ready to ruin my entire life here because you've got nowhere to go for a fucking night? I'd tell you to just ask someone you know, but it's pretty obvious a shitbag like you doesn't have any goddamn friends!
[god she could wring his neck right now. she could do that and a hell of a lot more.]
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Instead of getting angry back, he's staying calm. His voice even gets lower like he's sharing a secret. Not that what he's about to say is a secret. ]
Look at the network. Watch the latest video that went up on it.
[ He'll wait for her to see it, then he'll explain himself properly after she does.
Maybe he should have warned her about the gory content of it first, but... she's been brought back from the dead, right? She can probably handle it. ]
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and not just because I haven't tagged that log yetbut she does know that severed head, and it's that recognition that prompts the long silence that stretches out rather than the brutality. whether she'd admit it or not, Hazel's grown accustomed to such things.]
What the hell does that have to do with you?
[her voice is even and tight again, although without a trace of that wobble. he better have a damn good explanation for this.]
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[ A pause. ]
They live with me.
[ A humorless laugh. ]
They follow me around, and bother me. I knew they were insane the first time we met... with the number of knives they keep, and the way they accused me of being some sort of monster just because I wouldn't give a blood sample.
[ A slow deep inhale. ]
I don't actually know if they'd kill me or not. I don't know if the police will find them and stop them tonight either...
[ Trailing off for a moment. ]
I don't want to stay here and find out though.
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the silence drags out even longer this time, finally broken by a deep sigh.]
You could have just fucking asked.
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You don't particular like me.
[ That's an assumption, but he feels pretty safe in saying that. ]
Why would you agree to it if I just asked?
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...and it doesn't matter how I feel about you anyway. You don't leave people who need help.
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[ He knows a few personally. ]
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Whenever you tell me the address.
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[it's this casual because of Hazel's irrepressible compassion...and the fact she's already decided she's punching him in the fact the minute he steps through the door. it's amazing what the promise of violence does for chilling you out.]
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Not that far.
[ He was hoping for a little further, but it does mean he gets to get off the streets and hidden away faster at least. ]
I'll be there soon.