[Grief and self-loathing and guilt and homesick are just part of Harrow's default state of being. She spent half of the week last week just chilling by the depression pool for the vibes. Yes, she's sure. He'll pick up on the miasma of her general bad vibes - just a lot of stress and exhaustion and depression energy - but more strongly just a lot of gentle concern and the feeling that she loves him very much.
It's actually not something she hates at all, the ability to just - project love energy at someone without having to find the words.]
Let this be the definitive end to the argument. Do not taste things.
[it's actually kind of nice in that way, isn't it? molly is really only willing to hide his feelings from people he doesn't trust or know well, so it isn't as if all the familial love and affection he's got for her is a suprise? probably. he seems to feel a bit better now that she's here anyway.
he's just curled up around his coat, frumpkin is settling back down after being IRRITATINGLY disrupted because molly went up to get the door, tail curled around his legs like a particularly sad dog. shaking his head.]
I left-- I left her ribbon somewhere. With Gojou I think.
[It's not really a surprise, no. It stopped being a surprise to her right around the time she realized she could get him to stop listening to a love curse if she demanded he didn't. But it still would probably be nice, if it wasn't with a big dose of all of these sad feelings.]
[maybe that just means molly is super bad at relationships even when he's cursed! maybe not.
shaking his head again.]
No, I left it before this. He's got some sort of fucking ... shrine or something. I told him to put it out in public, but he's just keeping it in his room I guess.
[okay well he's very sad right now experiencing the reopening of fresh grief wounds but also the concept of gojou just making a shrine to sweet sweet beauregard and beauregard ONLY is really fucking funny so he's just laughing into his coat]
No-- Gods, that'd be fucking weird? Why would I leave the ribbon at a shrine made by someone who's obviously a serial killer? Please have more faith in me than that.
It's not really that much better that he's keeping all of these things in his bedroom. Soaking up Mahito molecules no doubt. Half the people on the shrine were probably murdered by him.
a brief flash of embarrassment and he tries putting the coat over his head so she can't see him? it won't help. look he isn't ashamed of much but maybe there's some things you SHOULD regret, Mollymauk.]
[from under the coat still. but now he's a bit defensive.]
It was before we suspected him of about a thousand murders! And if you hadn't said anything, no one would have ever known, because the marks got healed when I had my golfing misadventure.
[ thank you comfort lesbian for bringing back another comfort lesbian's sad dead gift. he just takes it and starts winding it around his hands like he doesn't really know what to do with it otherwise? but it's fine. the emotion is Big Grateful.]
[That's cute, Molly. She just sighs and leans against the wall, a little unsure what to do with herself, either. The emotion is a little worried.]
. . . You're very welcome. And I don't particularly want to trouble you with any nonsense of my own right now, but there are things I have to come to a decision on, so I may be forced to.
[Well now he's instantly worried too? there's like absolutely no resentment there if she's concerned about that. he sits up a bit, rubbing at his face for a second.]
Honestly sick of my own nonsense. What's the matter?
. . . Don't be angry. You clearly didn't realize, but I suspected it since Gu Yun told us about the medicine. Despair's offer was rather. . . conditional.
[She's chewing on her fingernail.]
Normally, I would reject the offer, but I think we are rather close to the end, now, and it would be good to have my mind in one piece. And Childe does exist.
[Well she just told him not to be angry but there is just a fucking wave of fear and anger at Despair who's an utter bastard and more fear! Just a lot of fucking fear!]
You think you won't be fighting your way to the front of a crowd on that one?
Of course I will be. But that doesn't mean I won't be first. It's just a matter of who gets to him first, isn't it? I can arrange things when we discuss how to subdue him to ensure it's me.
[Oh, dear. She's. . . less worried than he is, but concerned about his feelings.]
You can tell me not to. Though maybe I oughtn't say so; maybe it would be better not to ask you to decide.
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It's actually not something she hates at all, the ability to just - project love energy at someone without having to find the words.]
Let this be the definitive end to the argument. Do not taste things.
[. . .]
Does it bother you, if I stay for a while?
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he's just curled up around his coat, frumpkin is settling back down after being IRRITATINGLY disrupted because molly went up to get the door, tail curled around his legs like a particularly sad dog. shaking his head.]
I left-- I left her ribbon somewhere. With Gojou I think.
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Would you like me to go get it?
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shaking his head again.]
No, I left it before this. He's got some sort of fucking ... shrine or something. I told him to put it out in public, but he's just keeping it in his room I guess.
[... he does kind of want it back though.]
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To. . . to Beauregard? Or to the dead in general? Why would you give her ribbon to this individual, exactly?
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No-- Gods, that'd be fucking weird? Why would I leave the ribbon at a shrine made by someone who's obviously a serial killer? Please have more faith in me than that.
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[Getting out her phone right away.]
I'm going to make him give it back.
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Mahito definitely fucked in there ...
[stop]
You probably don't have to make him. I left it there of my own free will. Just ask for it back.
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I should hope no one was doing that with Mahito. Ew. Maybe Endorsi really was only covering for him this entire time.
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a brief flash of embarrassment and he tries putting the coat over his head so she can't see him? it won't help. look he isn't ashamed of much but maybe there's some things you SHOULD regret, Mollymauk.]
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Molly. Honestly? There are so many people here. . .
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It was before we suspected him of about a thousand murders! And if you hadn't said anything, no one would have ever known, because the marks got healed when I had my golfing misadventure.
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The specificity isn't helping.
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Harrow, talk about literally anything else right.
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[Okay, okay, fine. Forcing herself to stop thinking about it.]
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I've done worse than that, believe you me.
[now he just sounds smug, gross]
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[Gross.]
. . . It's in the garden, not his room. I'll go get it for you.
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[ he will just. vibe sadly then. ]
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There you are.
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... Thanks, Harrow.
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. . . You're very welcome. And I don't particularly want to trouble you with any nonsense of my own right now, but there are things I have to come to a decision on, so I may be forced to.
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Honestly sick of my own nonsense. What's the matter?
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[She's chewing on her fingernail.]
Normally, I would reject the offer, but I think we are rather close to the end, now, and it would be good to have my mind in one piece. And Childe does exist.
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You think you won't be fighting your way to the front of a crowd on that one?
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[Oh, dear. She's. . . less worried than he is, but concerned about his feelings.]
You can tell me not to. Though maybe I oughtn't say so; maybe it would be better not to ask you to decide.
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