After a few minutes of laying in bed contemplating this, Saki finally pushes herself out, cleaning up in the shared bathrooms and heading to the kitchens, only to see...
Oda, passed out at the table. Because of course he is, why would he sleep in his bed like he's supposed to.
Shaking her head, she gets to work.
Maybe the scent will wake him: chicken, rice, and onion, sizzling away on a pan. It's already a pleasant aroma of food, and the sound isn't exactly subtle, either.
Or he can just snooze through it all. That one might actually be for the better.]
[ the fact that he slept through saki simply walking into the kitchen is already a feat of its own. his days as an assassin have cursed/blessed him with very light sleep, which means that her cooking is easily enough to wake him up.
he rubs his eyes, looking over at saki that's cooking up a storm. ]
[ oda didn't mean to speak up. once their alright breakfast with a side of bad news was done and everyone had filtered out of the room, he had stayed behind--his excuse being to "help clean the kitchen".
really, a large part of him just wanted to be alone. but with saki there, that's pretty much impossible, no? ]
[ there's a sudden wave of shame that comes over oda, thinking that maybe he was just imagining things. perhaps he read her mood wrong and now this would become just another awkward conversation.
he sighs, and begins washing plates.]
It's nothing, really. Just wanted to know if you were alright after what the Professor said.
This isn't the first time my life has been in danger, and I'm sure it won't be the last.
[She says that perhaps a little too forcefully. Drops the plates a little too forcefully, too, they clank loudly as they meet the counter. None shatter, at least.]
[ he tries to keep his emotions in check, but perhaps she can tell that he looks a little more down than usual, especially when she reacts that way. he continues washing the plates rather dispassionately, setting them aside to dry. ]
I'm pretty sure I've accepted the chance that I could die. I don't think I'd be that upset about it either. But it's when I think about everyone else that I feel...[ he hesitates, mulling over his thoughts as he tries to put a name to this emotion. ] Angry, I guess. That they have to go through this.
[She's already done some running around, meeting with others after the game. Oda's fourth on her list, and she seeks him out- but not after getting herself a cup of tea. This headache is Not Great.
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Week 1
Sunday morning, 5AM ish
After a few minutes of laying in bed contemplating this, Saki finally pushes herself out, cleaning up in the shared bathrooms and heading to the kitchens, only to see...
Oda, passed out at the table. Because of course he is, why would he sleep in his bed like he's supposed to.
Shaking her head, she gets to work.
Maybe the scent will wake him: chicken, rice, and onion, sizzling away on a pan. It's already a pleasant aroma of food, and the sound isn't exactly subtle, either.
Or he can just snooze through it all. That one might actually be for the better.]
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he rubs his eyes, looking over at saki that's cooking up a storm. ]
Making breakfast for yourself?
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[Mysterious.]
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[ oda, ]
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[Oda, please.]
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...oh. ]
You don't have to worry... I think I left the coffee in the microwave when I fell asleep.
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thursday morning, after moriarty's no good very bad news
[ oda didn't mean to speak up. once their alright breakfast with a side of bad news was done and everyone had filtered out of the room, he had stayed behind--his excuse being to "help clean the kitchen".
really, a large part of him just wanted to be alone. but with saki there, that's pretty much impossible, no? ]
Are...you okay?
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[She'd set about cleaning as well, picking up the plates and balancing them carefully in hand to bring back to the kitchen sink.]
...I'm alright. [Is the natural answer, even if she's still looking subdued.] Why do you ask?
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[ there's a sudden wave of shame that comes over oda, thinking that maybe he was just imagining things. perhaps he read her mood wrong and now this would become just another awkward conversation.
he sighs, and begins washing plates.]
It's nothing, really. Just wanted to know if you were alright after what the Professor said.
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[She says that perhaps a little too forcefully. Drops the plates a little too forcefully, too, they clank loudly as they meet the counter. None shatter, at least.]
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[ he tries to keep his emotions in check, but perhaps she can tell that he looks a little more down than usual, especially when she reacts that way. he continues washing the plates rather dispassionately, setting them aside to dry. ]
I'm pretty sure I've accepted the chance that I could die. I don't think I'd be that upset about it either. But it's when I think about everyone else that I feel...[ he hesitates, mulling over his thoughts as he tries to put a name to this emotion. ] Angry, I guess. That they have to go through this.
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...This is exactly what I mean.
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Friday, post-announcement
So, time to track down Oda and get that rainchecked truth out of him.]
Oda? Do you have some time to talk?
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[ oda had decided to stay away from the gelato party, preferring to stay in the rec room to read.
he looks up from the book, trying to think what saki would want to talk to him about—ah, right. ]
Is it about yesterday?
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[She tucks her hands behind her casually, as one does when chatting.]
Is now a good time for it?
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[ he closes his book, setting it to the side. ]
Although I don’t really know if I can explain myself that well.
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[Is
Is that how writing works.]
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[ he does chuckle a little at that, before returning to his usual stoic expression. ]
Before I arrived at the Foundation, and before I joined the agency—when I was a kid—I was an assassin for hire.
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tw casual suicide talk
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Saturday, Post-Game
Where oh where might he be?]
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oda’s sitting on the edge of the trampoline with his back facing the house, smoking a cigarette.
he seems to not be paying attention for once, so saki can actually sneak up on him. ]
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...She's actually really close, as a matter of fact.]
What a week...
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even if she’s close to him, oda doesn’t mind. he simply puts out his cigarette between his fingers for her sake. ]
It’s been a lot. [ he sighs. ] But we made it out alive. All of us.
[ and that is enough to put a very small smile on his face. ]
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...You're right. I almost can't believe it, but...
[Is it okay if she leans on him? She's going to do that now, even though she's still tense after everything that happened.]
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I can’t believe it either, really. But what happened today...
[ his voice falters, thinking of that phone call dazai had. ]
I don’t think it’ll be that easy next week.
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