is there anything i can do for you, ms. enoshima? anything to make you happy.

are you well? i do hope so..

enoshima. hello.

( scratching at their hairline, nails breaking skin and collecting tiny amounts of ichor leaking from their newly made wound. only to stop and wave a dismissive hand, an annoyed scowl accompanying the gesture. ) i will be fine for now. i want to sit here.

( sliding sleeves onto his arms, fixing the collar and ensuring the coat fits before stepping away. ) i will always help you. remind yourself, if you’ve forgotten. ( their voice is much quieter than normal. the usual prideful and somewhat sadistic expression has been replaced with a more - -

( taking off his own, holding the coat by its sleeves before motioning for the other to turn around. ) it’s already warm from my body heat, so you’ll warm faster. i’ll wear my spare.

well, it’s not worth you falling ill. come, i have an extra coat you may wear.

archie randomly slams this here

trying? what is keeping you up?

what are you doing.

ㅤ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂 . ㅤ

she lives a normal life now? how.. queer.

( washing their face. it’s hard to feel refreshed. )

i try my best.

oh wow, i didn’t think he’d actually confess. wow.

i don’t really need to hear how you feel.

don't be mistaken. i have no interest in you. it's for the good of progress.

a necessary part in the brewing process.

no, yukito. you are not one of them. you are one of the few i'd like to keep alive.

this world is filled with those i think should be rotting in the eternal firepits of hell. and a few of them are my colleagues. actually... A LOT of them are my colleagues.

i have dreams of dancing with the dead, but my feet won’t keep the tempo.

you killed my sheep.

my favorite sheep...

what are you talking about.

what do you mean what do i mean.

i mean... do i have to explain?

you're the last thing i'd call normal.

"please, ms. enoshima. i need not a servant. i merely did it of my own volition and gratitude. you do not need to repay me for your resurrection. had it been anybody else, that wouldn't be true." folding their hands together behind their back, eyes closing. "and yes, i do think it was worth - -

"normal."

what.

cleaning off an empty syringe, wiping it with a sanitized towelette. they hum to themself as they raise a beaker filled with a lime green liquid. the liquid itself is thick and shining, as if the alchemist had spilled glitter into the concoction. dipping the needle into the strange elixir, - -

hm.. i agree. you are quite blessing. ( patting her head. )

yes, but… he seems to be rather shaken right now.

why are you bothering that... man?

intrepanation.

deep within the dungeons of my mind, there is a part of me — the 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 me — that has grown so disgusted. they know what i see, what i feel and what i think is all based off of falsehood. they think i’m, for lack of a better term… 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞. and i could not be more embarrassed.

my refined truth serum… working its magic. ah.

. . . ugh.

beware the darr.

if you do not want to turn into a brainless zombie, i do insist on not getting close to them. the blight coursing through their system isn’t exactly… all too friendly with human genetics.

nghh… ugh.. ( falling flat onto the ground, convulsing. )

“there you are, you poor thing.” it’s as if their arrival brought with them a heavy rain. their boots are loud against the concrete, a heavy thud with every step. they’d approach the fallen tactician, the result of her ego aligned with their expectations of her. failure. but of course, - -

. . . this is depressing.

kehehehe.