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Who: Lulu and also people, could be a mingle if you want
When: Day 112, afternoon
Where: Public baths
What: Swimming and stuff

[Today, Lulubell is busy using the baths as a pool. No matter WHAT is happening with flying HQs or lizards or whatever, that's really no reason to not go swimming.]

[Care to join? Or stand around. Or upbraid her for being indecent, because only minimum clothes are involved in this whole venture]

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[You lost me.]

... Another one...?

Yeah, guess there are a lot of us! He's been in my apartment for a while, but I can move him around again now.

[I have this feeling like I should be feeling something that I'm not.]

You killed him. Why?

[Oh, right. That probably killed him.

Welp.]

I figured he'd want to be useful, instead of just lying around.

Don't fuck with me. That isn't a reason to take a life.

I could sacrifice a few bones and get a new washing machine!

I won't let you do that. Put it down, and show me where you've put the rest of him.

Why'd you want to know that...?

To cremate the remains properly. Put it down.

Then there's no way I'm telling you!

[He's almost visibly upset by this. No, you can't take his bits of...himself]

[Ooooh Kotomine you are making her mad. Hands on hips. I am going to try using my "responsible big sister" voice. The one I use on Ilya when she is being absurd.]

Take me to your apartment now. And cover that thing up.

[Nope!! Nope! Not working! That torso in his apartment is his]

I'd rather not.

You don't have any reason not to. If you want a washing machine I'll get you one.

Anyway, you know where I live, so it isn't a problem if I know where you live too.

It's a problem if you're going to try and take my things.

... I won't, then. I still want to know.

[I'm so good at lying.]

[A long, considering stare]

Then you can come along, but if you touch anything, I'll kill you.

[Going to just. Protectively hug that head]

Fine.

[Doesn't seem bothered at all by that condition. Puts her various cleaning materials on the floor neatly and stands up straight.]

Let's go.

[He shoves his hands into his coat pockets and heads back to the second level, peering over his shoulder at Shirou every once in a while.

And when they get to Apartment F, he very courteously opens the door and waves her inside]

... After you.

[Fine, be that way - as far as he's concerned, there's no bad way to go about this. Either he'll be in front of any torso-grabbing attempts, or behind and with a knife to her back should she try anything.

The bits are sort of conspiciously laid out on the living room floor, though it's all ontop of a curtain that's been conspicuously torn down. Can't get the floors bloody. 8( It'd be terrible to clean.]

Okay, then.

[And he scoots inside, staying in front of the body parts]

[Takes a moment to just survey the body parts and the room in general. Doesn't seem to be getting too emotional about it, although there is something there - determination, you might say. And maybe she finds this a little bit sad as well. Certainly the sight of a mutilated body doesn't seem to bother her especially.]

I'll trade you for them.

[The rest of the apartment is clean. Super clean. There's a low table, two cushions, bits of plants arranged neatly on the table - look at what a good boy he is, really]

I don't know if there's anything I'd take in exchange.

[Yes, you are very good. Best Shirou.]

You just said you were going to trade the bones for a washing machine.

I'll do it myself.

The head's still mine, too.

[NO YOU'RE NOT TOUCHING THIS...]

I'll give you a washing machine and something else as well. And for the other things. Whatever it is you would have traded them for, and more.