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[clocksandroses]

Who: Anybody
When: Day 120, afternoon/evening
Where: In and around apartment Psi
What: DELICIOUS BAKED GOODS

[Why does something smell so delicious.

. . . Well, it's probably because apartment Psi's door is open. Aoko's inside, setting aside a freshly baked batch of cookies to cool. There's already another batch in the oven.

And a weaponized mop/staff leaning within easy reach.]

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[clocksandroses]

[. . . drags him into her room '-']

[jackoclubs]

[man I sure hope Jinx doesn't hit me for this]

[clocksandroses]

[nudges the door shut, too, but leaves it slightly ajar.]

Okay . . .

[jackoclubs]

[waiting for her to start]

[clocksandroses]

I . . .

[Grumps, shifting on her feet, but despite her awkwardness her tone is absolutely sincere.]

I'm sorry. For . . . calling you stupid for hoping. It was wrong . . . I was wrong.

[jackoclubs]

[confused?]

When. . .?

[clocksandroses]

When you first got here. Other times. I just—I just want you to know . . . [lets out a breath.] We can't always stop bad things from happening, but we can fight with everything we have to fix them.

You'll get home one day. Back to your Aoko. She needs you—and you need her, and you've always come through for her in the end, right?

[jackoclubs]

[o-oh. . . his bewildered expressions softens]

. . . ha. I'm not gonna stop trying, that's for sure.

[clocksandroses]

. . . Good.

[jackoclubs]

. . . I can't stay here. I don't want to stay here. And it isn't in me to give up.

[clocksandroses]

I know.

[aaaah . . . part of her wants to reach out to him, but. should she? s-so torn.]

You'd better tell us when you find a way.