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[janescayre]

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"Don't leave me any stupid messages, I don't want to hear your mouth-breathing over the phone."

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she needs it ig

[janescayre]

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[He's only going to insist it's always his fault, isn't he?]

It won't b-be avoidable forever. But, for now... [God, this is awkward. Komaru was so much better at the soft stuff than she was.] I don't know. Just b-be prepared. It's probably going to suck.

[Not very helpful after all. Fukawa scoffs, scratching her skin through her sleeve. Then she scampers to the books, ferreting them off the shelf.]

It stinks up here. I'm g-going to get some air.

[duskspear]

[It probably is. It already does. But that's nobody's fault but his own. If there's a particularly troubling memory, he'll simply digest its contents and move forward without unnecessarily burdening anybody. Everyone else has their own troubles . . .

He's snapped back to the present by light footfalls. Roland looks at the shelf and realizes that he's added to her load.]

Can I help?

[To carry her things. Then he'll leave her be if she wants to be alone.]

[janescayre]

[She rolls her eyes.]

N-not like I'd be able to stop you. [Since he's so determined to hang around her. Vacant memories or not, it's borderline suspicious.

Still, the help is not completely unappreciated. She had struggled balancing the books on the way up, and now there's the flowers to contend with. Without once meeting his eyes, she drops a few tomes into his hands and takes up the last three herself, cradling the flowers atop the stack. Please ignore the subtle press of her nose into a blossom as they descend. And the way her eyes flick to him when she thinks he's not looking.

He's just an odd sort. That's all. Hard to get a read on a guy who doesn't know who he is. Maybe once he knows she can finally decide what she thinks.]