[He reaches up reflexively to scrub at his face again -- it's definitely still a little red and shiny-looking from getting scrubbed real good because seriously, the marker was all over it was almost as bad as the time he tried graffiti on the profile poster in the living room. But actually it might have been worse.
He couldn't even figure out what all of the shit on his own face was???? There's a loud grumpy noise about it because he's extra salty, okay.]
Of course they did, it's like people are all the damn same anywhere, can't sleep in peace-- [hang on, he stops in the middle of his angry muttering] Wait, everyone? Who's everyone?!
[He's crossed his arms grouchily by this point and stopped looking like he's going to bolt, but he's also not looking at her?? Loud sigh on his end, anyway.]
Bet you just don't wanna rat them out.
[Or she just doesn't want to list a zillion people but it's fine. He grumbles to himself for a bit longer just because he can never shut up when he's supposed to and his salt is truly overflowing, but it seems a little aimless at this point.]
[He actually starts answering automatically, like it's a reflexive response to the snappishness in her tone more than anything -- it's always been such a bad habit of his, the tendency to just crack and go before anything even moves thoughtwise. Though, oddly enough, it's also served him more often than not. Who knows how that works out.
This time, Nora manages to put on what brakes he has because like. Today was a lot and continued to be a lot and continues to be a whole lot of bullshit; his temper has been at a low simmer since (the death) (the deaths) the games wound down. It's still better than it could be.]
... Hm. I wasn't awake for most of that, but everybody after was fine, right?
[He does somehow manage to remember all the people coming after. (Oda) It's better that he's already seen most of them at the afterparty.]
[There's a brief stumble there somewhere between a release of tension and something tetchier and darker. It's hard to know what to feel at this point, when he's still piecing everything together even if he remembers each of the deaths themselves clearly. Cerberus is still necessarily at the forefront, crowding his thoughts like it's still whispering in them.
He should be used to this particular bundle of joy by now, and Nora shakes his head like he's shaking off flies for a moment.
The important people are still here. At least there's that.]
And those -- those better be the stupidest deaths we get. It was like something out of a bad movie...
[Judging by the way he's muttering he probably means something else entirely by his comments but it's not like Nora's ever been good at actually using his words.]
[It's a snarl -- certainly quieter and more bitter than his usual, so maybe there's some kind of agreement there even amid the opposing polarization of their reactions here and elsewhere, but. Nora turns his head away with a violent movement and just glares at the wall instead.]
But I ain't going to stop. I'm going to keep throwing a wrench in the works no matter what as long as I'm here! I'm going to make sure the Foundation regrets havin' me and they know exactly what kind of mistake they made.
[Is he talking about the game show itself, or...? His gaze wrenches belligerently upward -- who knows where the cameras are here, but he's definitely giving a theoretical one the evil eye.]
S'better than just sitting back. Like WHOEVER'S sitting around watching and pulling the strings with this stupid show.
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The drawings everyone did.
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He couldn't even figure out what all of the shit on his own face was???? There's a loud grumpy noise about it because he's extra salty, okay.]
Of course they did, it's like people are all the damn same anywhere, can't sleep in peace-- [hang on, he stops in the middle of his angry muttering] Wait, everyone? Who's everyone?!
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[He's crossed his arms grouchily by this point and stopped looking like he's going to bolt, but he's also not looking at her?? Loud sigh on his end, anyway.]
Bet you just don't wanna rat them out.
[Or she just doesn't want to list a zillion people but it's fine. He grumbles to himself for a bit longer just because he can never shut up when he's supposed to and his salt is truly overflowing, but it seems a little aimless at this point.]
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No, it's because I had other things to focus on.
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[He actually starts answering automatically, like it's a reflexive response to the snappishness in her tone more than anything -- it's always been such a bad habit of his, the tendency to just crack and go before anything even moves thoughtwise. Though, oddly enough, it's also served him more often than not. Who knows how that works out.
This time, Nora manages to put on what brakes he has because like. Today was a lot and continued to be a lot and continues to be a whole lot of bullshit; his temper has been at a low simmer since (the death) (the deaths) the games wound down. It's still better than it could be.]
... Hm. I wasn't awake for most of that, but everybody after was fine, right?
[He does somehow manage to remember all the people coming after. (Oda) It's better that he's already seen most of them at the afterparty.]
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[Her answer is reluctant, and it's obvious she's still not feeling great about losing two more to the "games."]
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[There's a brief stumble there somewhere between a release of tension and something tetchier and darker. It's hard to know what to feel at this point, when he's still piecing everything together even if he remembers each of the deaths themselves clearly. Cerberus is still necessarily at the forefront, crowding his thoughts like it's still whispering in them.
He should be used to this particular bundle of joy by now, and Nora shakes his head like he's shaking off flies for a moment.
The important people are still here. At least there's that.]
And those -- those better be the stupidest deaths we get. It was like something out of a bad movie...
[Judging by the way he's muttering he probably means something else entirely by his comments but it's not like Nora's ever been good at actually using his words.]
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I don't want any more to die.
[What a laughable thought. Even she doesn't believe in it anymore. But...]
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[It's a snarl -- certainly quieter and more bitter than his usual, so maybe there's some kind of agreement there even amid the opposing polarization of their reactions here and elsewhere, but. Nora turns his head away with a violent movement and just glares at the wall instead.]
But I ain't going to stop. I'm going to keep throwing a wrench in the works no matter what as long as I'm here! I'm going to make sure the Foundation regrets havin' me and they know exactly what kind of mistake they made.
[Is he talking about the game show itself, or...? His gaze wrenches belligerently upward -- who knows where the cameras are here, but he's definitely giving a theoretical one the evil eye.]
S'better than just sitting back. Like WHOEVER'S sitting around watching and pulling the strings with this stupid show.
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...Well, it's not like I'm going to sit back while people die, either.
[Is her extremely subdued, extremely tired response - but there's steel behind her words, too.]