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[successives]

Got it. So you wait until Saturday or Sunday each week...?

[Probably a good plan. After a second, though:]

Can I ask something else?

[givethemhell]

Typically speaking, mmhm! That way I still have it available if I need to use it.

[He's used it on Friday once or twice because he knew upon waking that he Was Not Dead, too... But he nods!]

Mm, what is it?

[successives]

I know you'll have to ask the others, but - can I stay in your cabin overnight from now on? I know there are no beds. I can bring the mattress from my cabin.

[givethemhell]

[WE KNOW HOW THIS WILL GO so he just nods!]

Of course! The others will probably be just fine with it. I can ask Tonbokiri to move your mattress over later, alright? I'd offer you mine, but I'm on the top, hah...

[Their leggies.]

[successives]

...Thanks.

[Their leggies!! She looks honestly grateful, though.]

[givethemhell]

[He just offers her a little smile and a nod.]

Of course. You're welcome anywhere I am. [Binch his house is her house! She's his radish child!!]

[successives]

...Nerd.

[The slightly flustered way she says that as she looks down is probably the first sign that she's feeling, like, marginally better. She has the energy to tsun back...]

[givethemhell]

[It makes him feel a little better, knowing she seems to be doing better. He grins and reaches out, ruffling her hair.]

Just letting you know! Ah - you don't have to tell me yours, but I'd like to pass on my team to you, too, if possible.

[successives]

[She ducks away from the hair ruffling, trying to smack his hand away. Without much hesitation, though:]

Purple Heart.

[givethemhell]

[STOP RUNNING FROM HIS AFFECTIONS. That has him humming though, before he returns with:]

Black Shadows. [And then:] We didn't win this week, surprisingly! But I've been asking people to watch as I use up items in the past, so I may call on you to do the same in the future, if you don't mind. Some can be useful for self-defense but a lot are just good for killing, so I'd rather not have them around at all.

[successives]

[She nods.]

Can I ask what you have on hand now?

[givethemhell]

[A nod from him, too!]

I used them all up already, but I have jelly sandals that let you walk down one path without leaving prints, a pair of goggles that let you see for one swim in murky water, and a little pony toy that let me take someone's ordinary ability for a while. I used that to borrow Dick's medical knowledge before we left on Thursday.

[That's why he could yell out how to treat Natalie's leggy...]

[successives]

[...Oh.

A beat, and then, surprised:]

...You - told them how to save me.

[Her memories of those moments are foggy with pain, but she remembers him yelling out instructions, at least.]

[givethemhell]

[He huffs out a little laugh, there.]

I have medical knowledge myself, but it's more about anatomy and dealing with things post-mortem. It's also pretty outdated, compared to knowledge from later years.

[He had to yoink in order to be prepared and he's SURE GLAD HE DID.]

[successives]

Right, but, I mean...

[It's familiar, this sense of gratitude and reverence, and a little bit frightening in its familiarity.]

Thank you. You might have saved my life.

[givethemhell]

[TERRIBLE THAT BOTH FEEDS-YOU-YOUR-LEGS DADS HELPED HER FROM HER LIMB LOSS SCENARIOS. He laughs a little, but it's a gentle sound, and he waves a hand.]

It's not like I was about to let you bleed out there if I could help it, mm? [He hates thank yous, actually.] I'm glad I could do even that much - and that the others were there to take care of it.

[successives]

Still, you—

[She's about to continue, but. Memory time!

As soon as she realizes what it is, she's stiffening.]

[givethemhell]

[WELL THAT SURE WAS A HORRIFIC SHOCK. He hates memshare week, actually. It takes him a second or two to bring himself back from the disorientation Natalie was feeling in that memory, and a million different thoughts swim to the surface of his mind, each vying for more attention. Who was that man? And that girl? He recognizes her, a little - ah. The pool of blood. Someone close to her, then. A memory from - the town, surely, and not her home.

But before he asks anything more serious or delves too deeply into the memory, he just

reaches out

and smushes both of her cheeks between his hands, squishing them.]

You menacing child. Why is it that your fortune is like this, ah? How is it that you manage to get yourself into such trouble?

[He says it lightly, but there's absolutely an undercurrent of worry, there. WHY... DOES SHE KEEP LOSING LIMBS. NATALIE.]

[successives]

[There are a few things she wants to say about that memory off the bat, but - then he's grabbing her face?!]

—It was better this time!

[SHE SAYS, THROUGH SMUSHED CHEEKS.]

[givethemhell]

[HE IS GRABBING HER FACE AND HE SQUISHES IT AGAIN FOR GOOD MEASURE!! Before dropping his hands and SIGHING.]

Look at you, saying "it was better this time" over losing a leg! [NATALIE.] Aiyo, my hair is going to fall out.

[successives]

I can still play piano as long as I have both hands!

[PRIORITIES. Anyways, she’s rubbing at her face now that she’s Free.]

[givethemhell]

[He really just Gordon Ramsay idiot sandwich'd her, huh.]

Don't worry about piano first! Though I do understand... [He'd be much more upset if he lost an arm compared to a leg.

But with that stupid outburst out of the way, he'll ask his first real question.]

--That was the girl who came from the blood pool for you, right?

[successives]

It’s what I want to do with the rest of my life, of course I’m going to worry about it.

[Let her live!! She nods, though.]

Yeah. Her name is Xion.

[There’s a hint of fondness in her voice.]

[givethemhell]

[He'll let her live THIS ONCE, just huffing out a little laugh and waving his hand in response to her insistence. FINE, FINE...

What a little tsun, though.]

The two of you must have been good friends. [With how worried Xion was, and the fact that she was the one to appear from the pool.] It's a good thing that doctor was there, too. Was he also a friend of yours?

[HAHA.]

[successives]

...Yeah. She's like a sister to me.

[Sometimes you just have to stab the fake zombie version of your loved one in the face. It happens. Anyways, when he mentions Hannibal, her expression sours immediately.]

No. He's not my friend.