[week 1 - post trial. ]
[ she's coming for you natsuo --- she's coming with her arms full of blankets, and food, and hot cocoa, and bandages, and, yeah, it's all gonna fall if she doesn't put something down soon. ]
[ but she's coming for him. ]
Natsuo!
[ don't run away, binch. ]
[ but she's coming for him. ]
Natsuo!
[ don't run away, binch. ]
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I don't know if you should be jumping around in your condition. But it is stuffy....
[ she can't help but agree. anyway, she drapes the blanket over him and starts offering him the treats. ]
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He sits up a little straighter- like doing a crunch, except with his stomach the way it is, the searing pain shoots right through him and he flops back down onto his back, questions his life choices for a singular moment, and then moves so that he's sitting properly on the seat instead of sprawling out across the entire length of the couch. ]
Thanks. I just... don't like being inside, you know. Being cooped up all the time, not being able to go outside or even leave my room, that's not something I can agree to.
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Not allowed to leave your room? [ oh man he got grounded! ] No, that's not right. Nobody should try to lock you up, no matter how worried they are. That isn't right.
[ it comes out a little heated, almost like this is personal. ]
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Right?! What's with this place!! The dining halls only work at certain times! We have bedtimes on Thursdays like we're kids! We have a rulebook with stupid rules!! And we're all just following them like we've got no choice!!!!
[ maybe he's getting slightly derailed here, but! let him throw his tantrum, he's been keeping it inside for a while now ]
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Not to mention all the murder.
[ and trials!!!! this isn't ace attorney, murder castle. ]