trusthell | Week 6.

Week 6.

WEEK 6
The number of Survivors left is dropping at a quick pace; the King got what he wanted, for better or for worse; Tarrlok and Lynne were victims of both fate and some sort of magic that most in the Vault still don't quite understand, and Misa Amane has been executed, not for her particular brand of "justice", but for murdering two innocent people.

It's been a bad week.

However, Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; there aren't any bodies to be found on Sunday morning. But that doesn't mean the night was uneventful - it seems something else may have brought you some newfound clarity. Or perhaps not...

Once again, that spiral staircase leads farther than you remember, clear up to a previously inaccessible sixth floor. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; you've done well. You've earned it.

SURVIVORS REMAINING: 14

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[OOC: Welcome to week six of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins and the coming week's activity check; don't forget to check in to this week's activity check and submit your memory regains!

The text and calling posts are still active, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]

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[ What reasons could there even be? Maybe White said something to him. Maybe he selfishly decided that his life was even above his sister's. He'd said that a number of times here already anyway—that he valued his own life over everyone's else's (for his sister), so maybe he thought that, too, then and—

there's no way. The rubbing is nice though, something to concentrate on that isn't "I'm the worst older brother in the entire world." He laughs, a little better than before, but only because it's in disbelief. ]

You don't have anything to be sorry about, Yosuke.

[ It's not his fault he can't do anything. It's not his fault Black's literally the worst older brother in the entire world. It's... sort of Yosuke's fault that he's being told all this, and Black knows this is way above his pay grade because he's been on the receiving end of this several times now. ]

I'm the one who should be apologizing—I shouldn't have dumped all of... that on you.

[ And really it shouldn't be so surprising that the first thing he does after spilling his guts is immediately backpedal into apology territory. It also shouldn't be surprising that he's going to try... putting some distance between them, considering the same thing's happened every time he's had some close moment with Yosuke. (He really likes the guy, and he really doesn't want to fuck anything up.) ]

I pressed you on it.

[Not that he had expected all this, but still. If he really didn't want to know he should have walked away as soon as things got heavy. Same as the night before.

But he didn't]

Plus... I dunno, you can't hold this in. I'd be a pretty shitty friend if I didn't even try to listen.

[Black pulls away... and Yosuke is pretty sure that's his sign to sit up. To stop laying around in someone else's bed like he has the right to, even if it was something he had done on impulse. But he can't bring himself to move just yet either]

Edited 2016-04-04 15:46 (UTC)

[ He probably could have held it in and just cried himself out like he'd done the first couple of months after he lost his parents, putting on a smile in front of other people and not spending too much time talking about anything. It might've been weird here—he has friends here, in a surprising turn of events—and harder, but he...

...he couldn't have actually done it, he's realizing. There'd been a reason he'd been avoiding Yosuke all day, after all. And Cherryblod. And Sigrun. They're three people he knows he would've broken in front of, and that happened. Black sighs, sitting up just enough to slide his glasses of his face so he can set them aside. They'll need to be properly washed off at some point—tear residue does not come off easily, thank you salt—but right now isn't the time.

He knows he looks silly without them, especially since he has to squint, but it's better than trying to look at Yosuke through shitty stained glasses. ]

Thank you. I wouldn't have blamed you for leaving, but... [ A hard swallow; this is last night all over again, except worse. His fingers twitch between them, really wanting to hold something, before they just tighten in the sheets as a compromise. ] I'm really glad you didn't. It means a lot to me.

[ That feels so lame to say, and it's not even the half of it. ]

I wish I could make it up to you somehow. [ ...he still has alcohol, but is that a good idea. Is it. ] Any requests?

[He watches Black's hand clench, fascinated. His own fingers jitter out a nonsense beat against the sheets that 'sound' suspiciously like the opening cords to the song he learned just that morning, too nervous to do more then that, dancing just out of reach.]

Don't... don't worry about it. I'm pretty sure that isn't how this works.

[Whatever 'this' was]

It's not a trade- I'm pretty useless but I... wanna be here. So- [He shrugs, unable to articulate beyond that]

I want you to be here, too.

[ That—wasn't supposed to come out, and if it was it definitely wasn't supposed to be in that soft, slightly desperate, slightly wistful tone the leading couple in romance movies have.

That's all probably pretty easy to read in Black's wide eyes and held breath, in the way his knuckles get a little whiter and... he fucked up, this isn't kissing Yosuke but it's still a little too far over the line for it to be just friendship. He might suck at having friends but he knows friends don't go "I want you to be here too" to each other in that way, because he's whispered the same thing in the same tone to the few (not friend) relationships he's had when he was younger. ]

[Yosuke is the master of denial- hell, his shadow outright accused him of it. But even he can't deny that look, that tone. Yosuke sucks in a sharp breath.

'This is your last chance to make a run for it'

Maybe not literally- but he could back up, put some distance. Keep his friendship right in the safe and comfortable. It's what he had done with Yu, after all. But to be fair, his best friend was so subtle in everything he did that Yosuke was never sure. But... he's pretty sure, right now. And losing the long held terror- a month of trauma does a lot in making you reevaluate your life.

He didn't want what happened with Saki to happen again- he knows now she never really cared for him, but he would never stop regretting never saying something. He's not that bold yet, but... even if he just admits something to himself that's enough for now.

His fingers stop drumming, and he just... kinda tilts the back of his hand against Black's clutching fingers]

Well, then I guess I'll be here as long as you want, okay?

[ Oh, he didn't fuck up.

Or maybe he did, and it just isn't showing itself yet. Black isn't sure which one it feels like or which one he thinks it is or which one he wants it to be. He sighs slowly, fingers gradually loosening, and it feels nice to breathe again. Even with his heart jumping between his heart and his stomach. ]

Okay. [ More than okay, actually. As long as he wants, huh? It's a nice offer, and the red in his face can at least be attributed to crying like a baby ten minutes ago and drinking almost two bottles of booze instead of... anything else. ] ...I'd like to ask you to stay the rest of the night, but I think Miss Sigrun's going to end up checking in on me, and I don't want her to get the wrong idea.

But [ he clears his throat, closing his eyes ] a little longer isn't going to hurt anyone, I think? She's not sneaky or anything either, so we'll be able to hear her tromping down the hall.

Mmmhm.

[He relaxes his head against the pillow, still feeling a little jittery, but slowly starting to relax. He's sure Black needs to sleep, and if it would assure that he'd have been happy to stay. But... yeah, he doesn't wanna answer any questions either. He's not sure he won't say something REALLY stupid if he's pressed.]

I can do that.

[ He'll rest easy until they hear Sigrun coming and then he has to pretend he wasn't laying in close quarters with his crush— ]

You're really nice, Yosuke. [ He's only ever joking about Yosuke being a douche; he's a stupid teenager with really strong morals sometimes, but he's never deliberately mean or a jerk. ] I'm glad I got to meet you, even if it's under really shit circumstances. Is that weird to say?

[ ...also three guesses as to who he picked up the bad language from and the first two guesses don't count you fucking teenager. ]

[he squirms a little, nuzzling into the pillow as if hiding. But all he manages to really do is make his hair stick up in wild angles. Yosuke will never get used to such casual compliments]

S'not the weirdest thing you've said.

[ Black opens his eyes to watch, giggling softly. Is that his bedhead? It's totally adorable. And silly looking. ]

Yeah? What's the weirdest thing?

[ There's probably a lot of them, thinking on it, but like, the absolute weirdest. ]

Hmmm... probably you saying 'shit' just now.

[What, you think he hasn't noticed the enhanced vocabulary?]

[ His nose scrunches—Sigrun pointed it out too, before. ]

Miss Sigrun's probably going to talk to you about ruining my manners. [ That'd be the only reason she'd ask about it. After a moment, he grins at Yosuke and whispers like, super conspiratorially: ] Fuck.

[ .....this is the scotch and the general stupid of everything hitting him, thanks for asking. ]

[...

Sorry man, he bursts out laughing into the pillow]

Scandal!

[ Yosuke's usually the one doing the swatting, but tonight! Tonight, it's Black's turn. ]

You're such a dick. [ How's THAT taste, huh. ] I'm taking back what I said about you being really nice, you're not, you're a— [ c'mon black u can do it ] big jerk. [ nvm ]

[Sorry he's laughing even HARDER now, just eating up the swats]

Ah man, you had a good roll going there!

Sorry we can't all be crude loudmouths like you, Yosuke.

[ He's—oh, yes, very good idea, he's going to shove Yosuke out of his bed. Naughty children get kicked out of comfy places and onto less comfy places. ]

You're not allowed back up here until you apologize.

[ Flawless idea that is in no way childish. He's sitting up too, back against his wall, fairly tired but fairly not about to cry. There are little blessings in this world, and Yosuke Hanamura's 50-50 chance of cheering people up is one of them. ]

[Yosuke squawks as he flops right off the bed, and after fumbling around ends up peeking over the edge. The biggest brownest puppy dog eyes right here]

Come ooooon, you're the one that defiled my innocent young ears!

You're 18, Yosuke, nothing about you is innocent. [ He was your age once remember! ...granted he didn't have time for that but anyway-- ] And you're the one who swears all the time, anyway. I bet you couldn't go one day without it.

[This look, this look he's giving here? Proves Black's point 100%. Sly and just flirty enough, and thankfully short lived]

I could if I wanted to.

[ Very thankfully short-lived, christ. ]

You definitely couldn't.

I could! You wanna bet on it?

[ Black is not a betting man.

...but he is reasonably sure he can win this one. ]

Absolutely. What are we betting?

Hmmm... how about the winner gets one request? Nothing super crazy of course-

[not like either of them would ask for like, murder or something]

-but as long as no one gets hurt they have to do it.

[ There's no possible way that this can go wrong at all, ever. ]

Sounds good to me. Lucky for you, I'm not that good of thinking up stuff like that, so you won't have to do anything too embarrassing when I win.

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