[lune’s response is - late. it’s quite late. hours after trial has concluded, by the time that it’s already dark again and ironically the moon is high in the night sky.
then north will be beckoned in the direction of the sakura tree, lit only by a warm glow of a lantern]
I hope you will forgive me.
Something demanded my attention and could not wait.
normally lune would be able to catch the oracle bell before it got close to his face but apparently he’s tired enough that he has to gently dodge out of the way and then grab it just before it goes zooming past]
she crosses her arms, staring pointedly at the ground. she's still angry, but.]
Don't ask me not to worry. [binch.] Sol couldn't tell us shit about what happened to you. And in case you forgot— We're below ten now. I don't exactly know if you two are still protected until Monday. What was I supposed to think?
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week 7, saturday
then north will be beckoned in the direction of the sakura tree, lit only by a warm glow of a lantern]
I hope you will forgive me.
Something demanded my attention and could not wait.
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throws her oracle bell at his face, because it's the only thing she has on her that isn't a knife? god.]
You couldn't have given us a warning, you asshole?!
[SHE WAS SO WORRIED, WHAT THE FUCK.]
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normally lune would be able to catch the oracle bell before it got close to his face but apparently he’s tired enough that he has to gently dodge out of the way and then grab it just before it goes zooming past]
Hm...
No, I didn’t think it appropriate to interrupt.
[val was dying]
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[she'll, uh. calm down in a minute, maybe. she may or may not have been crying earlier? today is a lot? jiji, please.]
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lune pauses for a moment, eyebrows raising gently]
North... As you can see, I am fine.
You needn’t worry over an old man such as myself.
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she crosses her arms, staring pointedly at the ground. she's still angry, but.]
Don't ask me not to worry. [binch.] Sol couldn't tell us shit about what happened to you. And in case you forgot— We're below ten now. I don't exactly know if you two are still protected until Monday. What was I supposed to think?
[huffing. she's fine? let her be smad.]
Are you allowed to say where you ran off to?
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... something that required my attention, and could not wait. Where I am from, it is a rather common thing for me to answer sudden summons.
Even so...
You have my gratitude, for sparing time for such difficult feelings toward me.
[the frustration and the sincerity that comes with it.... it's nice]