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Week 5, Sunday

[femmefinale]

[ She actually seems to have been looking for him, finally poking her head in the kitchen and-- ]

Ah. There you are.

[enfangs]

[well, he's finishing a sandwich, because he would like to eat something after watching that entire mess, but.]

... What?

[femmefinale]

Once you've finished eating, would you mind fighting with me? Nothing serious, of course.

[ She's just.

Kind of. Frustrated. ]

[enfangs]

Huh? Sure, I guess.

[he won't say no to a fight.]

[femmefinale]

Thank you.

[ She'll, uh. Just let him finish. ]

[enfangs]

[it doesn't take long, at least.

once he's done—]

All right, let's go. Gym?

[femmefinale]

Gym is fine.

[ And she'll take the lead. ]

I seem to have vexed you yesterday, so feel free to not hold back.

[enfangs]

Trust me, your opinion isn't that important to me.

[femmefinale]

... Well, that hurts.

[ Softly. ]

[enfangs]

[...

well, he's not sure what to do if he actually hurt her feelings, since that wasn't the intention?]

Weren't you the one who advocated for not caring about that kind of thing?

[he's just going to walk faster to the gym.]

[femmefinale]

[ And she'll obligingly speed up. ]

Indeed I did.

... I may have been here too long. [ Or she's just tired because this weekend was a goddamn circus. ]

[enfangs]

Well, this place is probably designed to fuck with your head.

[femmefinale]

Yes.

... When I think about it, I suppose having a wish granted would never have been an easy feat anyway.

[enfangs]

[he just lets out a low laugh.]

Yup. Getting what you want always comes at a price.

[femmefinale]

No matter the situation... mm, I can't deny that.

[enfangs]

This place is just the weird alien bullshit extension of that.

[...]

Well, whatever. There's a lot that's annoying going on. Something someone said once ranks pretty low on the list.

[femmefinale]

In comparison to constant murder and manipulation?

[ So wry. ]

[enfangs]

[he shrugs.]

And stuff.

[it's been an agitating week for him in general.]

[femmefinale]

[ She lifts an eyebrow. ]

... I see. Best not to ask?

[enfangs]

Nothing important.

[femmefinale]

[ She nods, accepting that-- and then they're at the gym, and she pauses to start sliding all of her bracelets off her wrists. ]

[enfangs]

[likewise, white removes his sword from his back to prop it against a wall.]

[femmefinale]

[ Thanks for deciding not to stab her today--

And the necklace gets placed on the ground as well, as she stretches. ]

Are you ready?

[enfangs]

[after a quick stretch—]

Yup. Let's go.

[whoo fight]

[femmefinale]

[ Whoo fight-- she's better with daggers, but eh. She'll still dart at him and aim for a swift elbow to the chin. ]