trusthell | I'll wait, so show me why you're strong

[And so the day's trial for the attempted murder of Gabriel Knight draw to a close with... charitably better results then usual.

They were alive, at the least, but that didn't mean there wasn't several blows against the trust that had been built up here. One mole that attempted murder, another that quit, and another that was given the offer no doubt put strain on several relationships... most notably Sigrun's.

It was all, in a word... frankly shitty. But now it's all out there, no sense in trying to get it back.

An hour (or two) after the "trial" ends and everyone's gone off on their own business, Speedwagon heads back to the kitchen. It was the usual plan in mind, what they did after every trial. And everyone, regardless of what was said or done, would soon find a note being slipped under their door.]

[Name],
There's gonna be food in the dining hall, in case anyone's got an appetite for it.
I know some might want to be alone after that mess of an investigation, but if you don't then the offer's as open as it's always been.
I'd say sticking together might still be safer then not.

-R E.O. Speedwagon

[And yes, folks that arrive in the dining hall will find a nice spread of sandwiches, soup, and what leftovers Speedwagon could scrounge out of the fridge. Speedwagon isn't the best cook in the group, but there's definitely stuff here that's good enough to eat.

...Sigrun's 'masterpiece' was, thankfully, left out of this. Keeping folks alive is the goal, after all.]

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You will not be sleeping on my floor.

I'm not kicking you out of your bed.

Who said you would be?

[ well if he's not sleeping on the floor and he's not kicking her out of b

NO ]

I'm not sleeping with you.

Why not?

I haven't shared a bed with someone since I was a kid. Like, a little kid. [ ...talking with Yosuke in one doesn't count.

...and that makes him feel sick all over again, so he's just going to turn away. ] I'll be fine on the floor, Miss Sigrun. I like it down there anyway.

[ he belongs there. ]

[She'll smack his back gently.]

You're my charge, you're sleeping with me. We'll take sides. Like, one up here, one down there. I'll feel better if I know you're nearby.

[ NOOOoooooo ]

I'll be on the floor, that's still nearby!

No arguments, Black.

[ .................. ]

Fine.

Thank you. I'll try not to take up a lot of room, and... I have a secret you can't tell anyone. Okay?

I'm good at keeping secrets. [ .................HAAAAAAAAAAA..................... anyway, ] What is it?

[... He's gonna find out anyway. And there's, uh. There's luckily one in here too, actually, so after a moment of searching she's holding a... goat... thing... with what is clearly Mettaton's face on it.]

I have a doll like this in my room. [She pauses, glancing at him, then at the doll, and then away.] It... helps me sleep at night. When I hold it.

[... She sleeps with a Toriel doll that has her dead boyfriend's face on it.]

[ ..................... ]

That's cute. What'd you do with the Zagibear I made for you?

He guards my chest.

[ Nice. His shitty teddy bear has a guard job. ]

Your secret's safe with me, Miss Sigrun. Don't worry. [ Unless it's the secret he spills to the Kingmaker to prove his loyalty.

hahahaha ]

[If it is she will never find out, probably.

Probably.]

You were gonna learn it anyway, so... might as well tell you now.

[ Probably. ]

Did you get it out of the vending machine, or did he make it for you? [ and him... self...??? ]

I got it at the swap meet, actually. I guess they might've gotten it out the vending machine. Or he could've made it. He was into himself enough, even if, uh, actually... this body's one of his ruler's back home, so maybe not.

[... Oh gosh, she knows so much about his world, that's right look at that beam.]

[ ...oh sigrun... ]

That's kind of weird, if you don't mind me saying.

He was a weird person. And I love that about him.

[Never a past tense when talking about her feelings.]

[ Must be nice to do that. ...he doesn't have to talk about his feelings in the past tense either. That's other people's job.

(urk.) ]

Good. [ ...okay, he's gonna scoot back so his back's on the wall and close his eyes. ] Let me know when you're done here.

[It'd be nicer if she didn't know for a fact Mettaton's plainly not around anymore, soul destroyed and all. Then at least she'd have a chance to tell him outside of letters.

But she'll go back to her spot before, letting a little part of her reminiscence as she goes through his things.]

Sure will, sweetheart. You ready yourself for dinner, because we are going.

[ A small, pained noise. ]

Do we have to?

I'm going, so you are too. Won't be too hard to avoid everyone since I'm sure we're not gonna be sitting at the same table any time soon.

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