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Rebel 9 [Written]

First that boy, then Mr. McDohl, now the professor... the Malnosso really do have an odd sense of humor, don't they?

It's getting a little crowded in this apartment. Strange to think just a couple months ago, it was just me here. It almost seems as if Tao's been here the entire time. And now with three of us... I have to say, I'd love to see Tager and Linhua again, but at this rate, I'm not sure we would have the space. Does anyone know if New Feathers are still coming in?

Which reminds me...

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I know this is an incredibly strange request, but -- would either of you mind if Tao and I used your bathtub for a week or so? I'm not sure it would be a good idea to use mine for the time being.

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This place... really is beginning to feel a bit like home.

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You've got to be fucking kidding me. Do those assholes really have nothing better to do?

Apparently not. [And please watch your language...]

I'm not sure which was worse: toying with everyone's emotions or... this.

They won't even let us keep our godsdamned minds to ourselves.

[Okay, okay Goroh. You can deal with this. You just have to think like you talk. That's all.]

They don't seem to have any upper limit on what they'll experiment on...

[She's really not liking this either. There's a reason she keeps some things to herself, you know.]

Not sure I even see the point in this one. [And he's turning away from her.] ((Stay focused, Goroh. Happy thoughts.))

To be honest, I don't think I do either.

[Just... don't think about any of that and everything should be fine...]

Right. Here's the deal, Litchi. You don't want me to know about that whatever that is. Me? I'm a hot blooded man. So let's keep my thoughts to myself.

So any conversation we need to have? No reason we gotta be looking to do it, right?

[alskdjaliwd. This is going to make keeping her Sector 7 days a secret a real pain in the butt.]

I'm not exactly trying to hear what you're thinking...!

Likewise. But it's happening anyway. ((Last thing any woman needs to hear is 'dat ass!'))

...Yes, I could have gone without hearing that.

[Suddenly, I'm very glad I never heard what he was thinking before...]

Yeah yeah, sorry about that. If it helps, generally the only thing I'm thinking is about how to be a complete asshole to someone.

((Or what kind of bull they'll buy.))

I'm... not sure that helps much.

Hey. Never claimed to be a nice guy.

At least you're honest about it.

Always been a weakness of mine.

Honesty? When you're constantly looking for some sort of lie people will buy?

["Always been a weakness" indeed.]

[Better than people knowing the truth.]

If I get real good at it, maybe someday I can give up crime and pick up an honest living, like selling used spaceships.

[The truth really is better left alone sometimes, isn't it? After all--]

[She shakes her head, forcing that train of thought out.] Why not just try that anyhow?

[Heh. She still doesn't get it, does she?]

I like what I do.

I understand that you enjoy what you do, but...

[She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose gently to ward off a steadily growing headache. Thought bubble is displaying a frustrated squiggle.]

I'm sorry, I'm trying not to read what shows up, but I can't help it.

Yeah. Same. [He reaches into a pocket and pulls out a key.]

Here's what I promised you. Maybe we should limit our conversations until this shit blows over.

That would probably be for the best. For both of us.

[She sighs, trying to shove back the wave of thoughts of things she... well... doesn't want to think about. At least not in this situation. For just a sliver of a second, though, that frustrated squiggle will probably flicker into a more distinct black squiggly shape (plus mask) before fading completely.]

After all, there's just some things I don't think I'm quite ready to share with the world just yet. I'm sure you're no different.

[And he certainly notices that. But all he does is hold his hand out with the key for her to take.]

Sure. I've got no secrets to keep if people ask the right questions. As for yours, well, you can keep 'em. Don't bother me any.

Thank you, Mr. Goroh.

[She takes the key, eyes downcast. Now she just feels bad that he's willing to open up while she still wants to hold onto her secrets.]

...I'm sorry, it's not that I don't trust you. [It's just that I have trouble facing it myself.]

[Goroh's definition of 'open' being a more evasive definition of the word, after all.]

Don't worry about it. If I really wanted to know that bad, I'd already have figured it out. [Or maybe he already has?]

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