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[somefaults]

Aren't you supposed to be the responsible one?

[yoursecret]

--Ymir. [ her voice is noticeably weak, despite her efforts. ]

I'm sorry. The date slipped my mind.

[somefaults]

I've forgotten before. [...it's a slight concession. her voice doesn't sound angry but it doesn't soften much.]

But then again, I'm just a thug. [those words are said wryly.] At least according to little Miss Schnee. [she sighs, her voice growing serious.]

Dammit, Christa. Don't try to pull the stuff you did outside here. If you need CP then just tell me.

[yoursecret]

You've forgotten, too? When was that?

[ and she'd be loath to accept Ymir's CP, too. but in an afterthought, after recalling Weiss a bit-- ] What did Miss Schnee say exactly?

[somefaults]

A while ago. I got too busy...unlike with you, probably.

[if this was video it'd be a shrug.] Eh. She's like one of those lapdogs. She says a lot of things.

[yoursecret]

[ yes she can practically feel Ymir judging her. which she supposes is entirely legitimate. ] She'll probably... probably say a lot more if she heard you compare her to a dog, and not in agreement.

[somefaults]

Well, have you ever heard one of those lapdogs before?

[yoursecret]

I have, yes! I'm not that sheltered.

[somefaults]

It's not my fault she talks that much.

[yoursecret]

It's probably a bark worse than bite case with her, huh?

[somefaults]

Probably...but obviously I didn't call to talk about her.

[yoursecret]

[ there's a long silence, then-- ]

It must have happened in my sleep. I... don't really feel too different right now, but...

[somefaults]

[there's a long pause on her side, too, then a sigh.]

'But' what?

[yoursecret]

--No, it's nothing.

I'll be staying in my room to rest for a while.

[somefaults]

Don't say it's 'nothing'.

[her voice takes a sudden sharp turn.]

Don't make me come over there.

[yoursecret]

... I'm not going to make you. [ unsaid: but she would really appreciate that. ]

[somefaults]

I'll head over.

[yoursecret]

[ she doesn't say anything, just curls up in bed, drawing the sheets over herself--not hiding, just trying not to think about much at all. ]

[somefaults]

[hey. there's someone hanging in the doorway of the cell now.] Didn't think I was that scary.

[yoursecret]

[ normally, she'd probably at least giggle at that.

now she just peeks tiredly over the top of the blanket, exhausted without reason. ] ... Ymir.

[somefaults]

You look like you got run over. [so very observant.]

[yoursecret]

I'm just tired. [ but she shifts a little in bed, not even realizing she's making room if Ymir wanted to sit there. ]

[somefaults]

[oh, she'll sit there.] You know, you'd say that if something was wrong.

[yoursecret]

Probably, yes. [ she can't deny that. Ymir knows her too well. ]

[somefaults]

Not just 'probably'.

[yoursecret]

[ ... turning away from Ymir. it's basically agreement and they both know it. ]

[somefaults]

[she sighs but doesn't say much.]

[yoursecret]

I always thought I would be okay with dying.

Now that it happened, I don't know what to think.

[somefaults]

Aside from 'don't do it again'?

[yoursecret]

... Mm. I'll try not to.

[somefaults]

Good.