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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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[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?]

[He probably already has. She's bad enough at hiding things even without her thoughts being projected into a bubble.

Which, for just a fraction of a second, flickers through an image of a dark study, the desk and floor covered in scattered papers. Litchi catches the thought quick enough to force it out before it can get any clearer than just a fuzzy image, though.]

Y-yes, I'm sure. But still, thank you.

[He's not even looking this time. He's learning. At least for people he doesn't feel like trolling, of which you're one of the few. So he just nods.]

Have some tea and get some rest, Litchi. You need it. [And with that, he starts to walk away.]

I think I'll do just that.

[As she goes to shut the door, she forces a smile and a joking tone.] Try not to get into too much trouble, alright?

[And as Goroh walks away, he's thinking about a woman.

But it's not you, Litchi. She might spy this image briefly above Goroh's head. Now who could that be?]

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