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( It's enough to get her to uncurl and flop on her side, eyes flicking to her wardrobe. "Her" wardrobe.
She ends up trekking downstairs in the clothes she arrived here in. They don't fit the same as several months ago; her shirt is a little less loose, a little less long. Her shorts aren't quite as long either. She's growing, and she's barely aware of it.
It's still more comforting than her other outfit. Her uniform. Time for midnight snacking, apparently, and his having thought it makes the idea near irresistible, leading to Chihiro dragging around a stool to try and get into cupboards while ignoring all the food set out by the invisible hands of the kitchens at even this hour. She's honestly not even sure what she's getting down. Whatever's highest in this cupboard, probably. )
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Honestly, it's a relief to see someone else in clothes that look familiar instead of foreign, and even moreso to see a child being exactly what they are for a change. He pops up behind her (but not close enough to be creepy), smiling a little.]
Need a boost?
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I'm trying to find the Nutella. Have you seen it?
( Enlisting the assistance of the much taller adult? She has no shame in doing exactly that. Precariously balanced as she is, she pulls out a jar of what appears to be pickled cabbage with a sigh and a wrinkling of her nose. This distraction is already nice; what's more normal than looking for snack foods in the early hours of the morning? )
I thought it might be over here, but I think this is all pickled stuff.
( She sets the jar of cabbage down again, looking at Asher. )
... Thanks for coming down, Asher.
1/2
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[He runs a hand through hair that lacks product for once, kneeling down to look through the cupboards below. Asher's soft edges are a little more apparent when he isn't in a tailored suit or the uniform he's fashioned to his own tastes, as the crisp silhouettes provide him with a different look entirely.]
Ohp, got it!
[He manages pick out a fresh container that hasn't been opened yet and sets it on the table, turning the lid and popping the jar open with little trouble.]
Man, this stuff smells good.
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Mm, it does! Do you like Nutella too?
( She gets herself half a spoonful, pulling her spoon back out and contentedly popping it into her mouth. Nutella is an excellent break away from what's been plaguing her; the homesickness is part of it, but she's let that become a dull throb over the last few months. More bothersome is almost thinking about what they're coming up on. So she side steps that for now. )
i want 2 die i shouldn't be laughing at this
W-who doesn't love Nutella?
[d on't
pl z shutte ur mouth]
There might as well be crack in it.
oh no i started laughing too ALSKDJ
Okay... but what's crack?
( She's Guessing she can guess.
But Asher.
What the hell slang are you using she's NOT FROM YOUR NATION... OR FRIENDSGROUP... )
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What happened just 2 or 3 seconds ago? Yeah, that's being added to the list.]
I-it's... It's, um-
[He stammers momentarily, realizing the errors of his ways. Insistently, he holds out a hand, biting his lip.]
Never do it.
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Pointedly, primly, while digging out a whole spoonful of Nutella, she says: )
I think that's not much of an explanation.
( The Nutella.
Goes right into her mouth. )
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It's not that important.
[Said while rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.]
But if anyone offers it to you in Woodhurst, just... Run, okay?
[Asher folds his hands over his chest, pulling up a chair beside her.]
Ugh, besides...
That's not really what you wanted to talk about, right?
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and, eventually, pull out the spoon. )
I'm worried about how things are going to be when we get there. With the sickness, and stuff. I'm not... I'm not in a position to help a lot of people, or investigate a lot of things. So what should I be doing? To be helpful? I have to be helpful, or else I don't get to go home. For a long, long time.
( because of how sparing energy works, she thinks, but... these are her worries. new nightmares to keep her up at night. )
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God, he'd forgotten all about that. Chihiro may be a child, but her insight is pretty spot on. When they had arrived, there had been some promise of that, a return home if you played by the rules and did the team proud. Somewhere along the way, Asher Millstone had forgotten about home.
Because this place is starting to feel like it.]
I think... What matters is that you try? Though, I'm not sure-
[He shakes his head, cracking a smile that's not at all happy. Her words break his heart because they are so sincere, because all she wants is to return to a normal life and go back to the things she knows.
This is what he wants for her too.
She doesn't deserve this.]
Have you talked to the higher-ups about it? Like, asked... Maybe what it is you can do? 'Cause you're under some pretty special circumstances.
They might be able to make some exceptions for you.
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( she says after listening, reaching out to pick up the nutella and scoop out another spoonful. she doesn't eat it right away; instead she sets the nutella down and belatedly realises she's just been horribly unhygienic. she frowns a little at herself, then hopes Asher doesn't notice.
hopefully he doesn't mind. )
I want to go home. ALASTAIR knows that, already. Me going home isn't more important than stopping things like in Perdition's Rest. Even if we didn't know everything that was happening. I know that.
( she stares down at her spoon, breathing in through her nose, out again through her mouth. it's close to a sigh, but not quite. )
It's my duty to help out. That's what I tell myself. ( her eyes come up, searching for his. not for long, she doesn't usually hold eye contact for long, but to know he's facing her. )
My circumstances aren't really special. They just are, like for everyone. I don't exactly want my home to be so unstable that it needs me back in it, you know?
no this cute nickname
That her circumstances are special, that she is young.
Instead he soothes her quietly, by reaching out to squeeze her shoulder. Afterwards he rubs little circles into it, something that always seemed to calm him down when he was Chihiro's age.]
I wouldn't blame ya if you did, though.
[For hoping that things would change if she went missing.
Because god knows, he feels that way all the time.]
Nobody's perfect, little C.
It's okay to put yourself first sometimes.
[ok butt hunni take ur own advice lmfao]
i love it...
So she lets this be reassuring, too. Though in turn, she reaches up, patting Asher's arm. )
I'll try if you try too, all right?
( It's not due to any great insight, other than patterns she's seen in many of the adults here; but he asks for something that is both harder than it used to be and easier than she remembers. It's only fair for her, in her mind, to ask the same from him.
srsly asher take ur own advice boi )
IT'S SO CUTE
Shifting in his seat, he takes a moment to fold his arms and then rest his head upon them, murmuring wistfully.]
How long has it been? Since you left home.
[She's been here at least as long as he has, as he spoke to her during the second or third month of his stay.]
this bonding is all cute okay
( she admits. the time in Perdition's Rest threw off her count. being in Oska, then there, and now back in Oska? )
It was spring when we'd moved. Then here, it's been fall, and winter. I don't know how many months it is by now... I'm not really sure what calendar we're supposed to look at. Time's been really weird.
( because she's also been told that the time here means nothing, in a sense. that one day, they will be able to send them home, and to the time they were last seen. so what is it? what is this time passing? what are the memories and experiences, lovely and horrible both, going to mean in the end? it's complicated. she sets all that to the side, for now. )
Dad got lost when we were trying to get to our new house. I was going to start school in a new town, and I wasn't happy about it, not really. Then we were at the abandoned theme park... Dad said a lot of them went under when the bubble burst in the 90's.
( she's reciting this without fully understanding the economics she's discussing as if they're somehow disconnected from her reality. in ways, that's exactly what they are: disconnected. )
He and my Mom couldn't keep themselves from eating. There was all this food there, and no one around, and — and that's when things started going weird. I didn't remember that stuff until I'd been here for a while, you know?
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Asher sits up suddenly, posture straightening as he processes her words. Until now he had suspected that her world was as normal as could be, because she was so very human, so very familiar. Then she says things that don't make sense, that strike him as peculiar.
Dad got lost.
She recounts all this like a person trying to make sense of a table full of scattered photographs, as if she's seeing everything and it's not making sense.
He and my Mom couldn't keep themselves from eating.
To be fair, his world isn't really normal either. How normal is it, to work in a house where so many people whisper and worry all the time, to work in a town where his professor's husband went missing and girl's body was found in a water tank. Asher has yet to process this.
He is always in the dark.]
You didn't remember... Like, you just didn't think about it or-
[A thumb rises, pressing against his lip in thought.]
There was a moment where it all came back to you?
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They'd come back in pieces, until the narration started to make sense again, with gaps and stutters like an incomplete reel. Watching a movie that had audio on, but skipped, screen going dark and starting up again somewhere further along.
She shakes her head, licking nutella off her spoon. )
Kind of not either? It hasn't all come back to me. I just remember most of it now. Stuff would remind me? Here and there, like seeing something out of the corner of your eye in a place you walk by all the time, only noticing it for real for the first time.
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Um.
[don't b this forthright u pile of human excrement]
That sounds kind of effed up, yo.
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It was very effed up, yo.
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There is nothing he can say to make any of this better, but there is something else he can do.
He wraps his arms around her waist all of a sudden, the gesture similar to something he often did for his sister when they were both younger, when the Millstone siblings were still talking and their old house still felt like it contained something that resembled a family.]
You'll get out of here.
[And he will do everything he can to make sure that it happens, even if that isn't very much at all.]
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Mm. Asher, where do you want to be?
( she knows she'll end up somewhere, sooner or later. but... )
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Her question is enough to make him draw back, gaze quizzical as he considers the weight of that inquiry. It is one he used to ask himself all the time, one he knew the answer to from the day he first saw his father in court. Or at least, he thought he knew the answer, until David Allen's case changed his mind.
Such is the nature of a ripple effect. The waves have risen and fallen and shaken his identity further, seeping inwards and dismantling the core.]
What?
You mean like, in 20 years from now, or...?
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