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pick a god and pray

[Like the weeks before, once everyone has wandered off their separate ways, notes are posted to each room that still has a warm body in it. Only this time the writing is much messier then any other notice]

None of us feel like celebrating, but I think Yato would approve if we don't spend the night hiding out because of him
There's warmed up food in the Game Room if you're hungry. Might be best to not be alone tonight.

-Yosuke

[And as promised there's leftovers in the Game Room; and eventually fresh stuff as Tarrlok gets to work in the kitchen. Yosuke is there, trying to set something up on one of the shelves, but otherwise you are left to your own devices]

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[Yeaaah that's what she thought.]

You're important to me.

[There. She'll bluntly say it.]

[And that gets another of those strange, wry laughs out of him; he doesn't look at her, but he'll answer eventually.]

I told him soon after the incentive was handed out that there were five or so people in this vault that I wouldn't want to die. Not just that I'd miss them! But that I would actually be upset over.

[He told Cherryblod this, he means. It probably goes without saying.]

One would have been enough for me to do that. Five is just ridiculous. So of course I would do what I could to protect them.

[It probably doesn't answer anything, and it's probably not what she's looking for, but it's...something? There still aren't a lot of feelings, but there are more feelings than there usually are.]

[Hey, she's getting someplace so she's happy with it.]

I figure I might have a handful myself, but I don't really think about that kind of thing too often. It doesn't usually matter.

[Usually being the key word here. Usually. She'd be broken up if her mom and dad died, for instance, that's only natural; but these people aren't family.

... Also, she's going to jab his side, wincing with Regret.]

I'm one of your important people, aren't I. I'll bet I am. I mean, why wouldn't I be, I'm great.

Of course you are.

[And while there's usually very little hesitation behind anything he says, that's immediate; still a little blunted but at least there's conviction behind it.

...Also sweetheart, that's why we don't elbow the robot, metal is a very solid thing.]

[Awww. She's actually a little touched. And her elbow hurts, but whatever.]

Guess that heart of yours isn't just for show.

You're going to ruin my reputation; my ratings are going to suffer.

[He does sound amused, though.]

Perhaps I'll show you what it really does sometime.

[flirtbot....... esp since they're dating....................... kyaa mettaton kyaa]

It does something special?

It does! If I had my magic I could use it properly, but...well, it's my soul, sweetheart.

[Wow.]

It's pretty. [like him] So if you get hit there you die.

If the hit is hard enough, yes.

[He doesn't seem bothered by it at all, though.]

It's protected as it is now, of course! So it's harder to damage. But I can release it for short periods of time, if I want.

Why would you want to do that? Is it okay if people touch it? Could I touch it if you did that?

[like she's hasn't touched him enough already]

[touch the dial again and he will hit you with a chair- ]

Well...if you really wanted to touch it, darling, I don't see why not.

[As long as it's like. With your hand and not a hammer or something?]

I'd let you touch mine too, if I could magic it out like you apparently can.

[And trust him not to take a hammer to it.]

Are they always the same color?

They aren't! Mine actually doesn't have any color to it, when it's not inside my body... But there's a pretty broad spread of colors.

[...]

Yours is orange, by the way. Like your hair.

[... She's touching her hair.]

So yours is usually white. And mine's orange.

[That's... pretty cool. An orange soul kind of feels right in a way she can't exactly describe too.]

Can you see everyone's souls? Is it part of your robotness?

It's a monster thing, not a robot thing.

[It occurs to him, vaguely, that if they were back in the Underground he'd have a very valid reason for wanting to actually do more with her soul than just see it, and the fact that she'd let him touch it without having any idea is kind of...

...Well, that's awkward, isn't it. Also something he's determinedly not thinking about right now.]

I can see them just fine, though! I have to focus on it a bit more here than I usually do, but I've checked a few people's. Just for curiosity's sake.

[... Honestly, she'd probably let him do it too. It's pretty much worth sacrificing her own life if it could free him and all the rest.]

Wooow, creepy. Though I guess since you always have yours on display it's fine.

[this is it. the second pinnacle of her logic.]

Well, I'll be glad to see yours out and about sometime. I really can't wait to touch it!

[She is like a child.]

...Not here. Meet me in my room sometime, though! I'll show you then.

[After all, it's not like either of them can do anything with it.]

[...

Now that she's... thinking about it...

They started dating when he painted her room, right? That's totally when. Boy, she sure is being quiet. And thoughtful looking? Why is she thinking.]

...Everything all right, sweetheart?

[No, really, you were fine a few seconds ago? Did you have a feeling he is not aware of. What just happened.]

[WELL

SHE HAS A LOT OF FEELINGS NOW, APPARENTLY, BUT.]

Yeah. I'm just kind of realizing something, that's all.

[...]

Did you know we're dating?

[I'M SORRY WHAT- ]

...Do I want to know?

It's not a bad thing! And yes, you do, I need a second opinion on this anyway. I talked about it with Black when we were going through his issues with his crush that doesn't like him back.

[She is gonna give him a List if he wants. Actually, even if he doesn't want.]

[...]

All right, then, sweetheart, let's hear it - what makes you think that?

[... He actually asked for the list.

Great!!]

I think you're pretty. I specifically get things for you because they're pretty or I think you'll like them, and you usually do because I'm a great gift giver. We talk a lot, hang out a lot, and I love learning about you and your world and you're like, really interesting for what amounts to a talking toaster for me?

[-- THAT ASIDE SHE'S STRIDING OVER TO A WALL.]

And-- I keep painting things for you! I don't do artsy stuff, but I keep painting sunsets and sunrises and stars and stuff for you since you like them!

[See, look, she'll turn the easels around, there they are. In all their painted glory.]

And all this points to that we're dating. Because we talk a lot, enjoy each other's company, and give each other gifts we know the other'll like best.

[... and because she keeps painting things for him.]

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