[She almost even sounds like it. Thanks, kindness filter. She's just going to sit, then. Crossing her arms across her chest. She figured out how to do this, she thinks. But actually doing it will be harder.]
You consider us friends. You value our relationship.
Good. Then listen to me, please. There are three things I must ask of you.
[She isn't worried - she can't phrase anything as harshly as she might want, but everything she's doing she intends as kindness.]
First. You know that I like White as well. But it is very important to me that anything I say to you, I say to you alone. If I wish White to know what I say, I will say it to him.
I'm sure it comes as no surprise to you that I do not trust easily, and just because you trust White doesn't mean I have to. I will do nothing to harm him, but I do not feel he needs to be informed of everything I tell you. If you break my confidence on any matter, whether or not you feel it was justified, I will not be able to forgive you. I'm afraid that I am not capable of being understanding of a mistake or an inadvertent transgression in this regard.
[there's a part of him that's offended she'd disparage white's character like this, that she wouldn't trust him, but
there's another part that's stronger, and probably less cursed at the moment.]
I won't - I won't break your confidence. [...] You can love people without trusting them. I lie to people I love all the time. And you trust them without loving them.
Fortunately for you, you have both my love and my trust. `
Her jaw does that stupid thing it does sometimes. But - that isn't what we're doing right now.
Love and trust, huh? How funny.]
Good. The second thing - and this is also a confidence - you are being careless, flaunting this relationship. You caused Mineo hurt. He isn't pursuing White, but there are feelings there. Be more considerate, and discreet.
[She reaches out to pat him on the arm, so awkwardly. There, there.]
It would be more kind to Mineo to take things more slowly as well, rather than rush in when the emotions are raw, but that decision would certainly be your own to make, not mine, since you are capable of deciding on your own what's right. Which brings me neatly to my final point.
[he just does NOT get this I'm sorry he doesn't. this shit makes NO sense. whatever it's probably fine. he can't even kiss white without him turning four hundred shades of red and nearly dying of a heart attack, so.]
[The last point, which is the one she does not expect to work - what would even be the point of a curse if it did - but that she feels she owes both of them the attempt.]
This is separate from the first two points, which I would like you to respect whether or not you decide this warrants any of your respect.
Stay away from White. For at least one week, do not go near him, do not talk to him. [She stares him down, firm, and then raises her hand to silence any objections.] Let me finish what I mean to say.
Yes, it's a cruel thing to ask. A ridiculous thing to ask - absurd and grotesque to bring our friendship into this, use it as a cudgel to tell you, a person perfectly capable of making his own decisions, not to do something which would make you happy.
So consider I would not make that absurd and grotesque demand lightly. Consider that I love you as well, and would want you to be happy even if it was a version of happiness I disagreed with. Consider that I know you would be within your rights to be furious and offended by what I have done and said, and to storm away from here and never speak with me again, but I have done and said it anyway because I think it is important.
And finally, consider that I have just said all of these cruel things to you, even though this week I am not permitted to say things I believe are cruel.
[ he does, in fact, stand up like he's going to storm off, because his brain is having trouble processing the information such as why the fuck does Harrow think she gets to ask this and no! I love him? I love him and I want to be near him right now and, quieter, what the fuck, Mollymauk?
all he does is just storm in a little circle, arms tightly crossed, practically glowering at her, tail lashing like a whip around his legs. he's getting a headache. ]
[God, she feels so smug right now. (It's definitely smugness at how smart she is, and not warm and pleased feelings that he would listen to her). Cry all you want, baby. She's not overly concerned with your misspelled texts.]
While you're doing that, mind if I tell you how my weekend went?
No, my considerate friend, I didn't. A girl invited me to a garden and made me a flower crown so she could tell me all about the murder she's planning on doing.
[Normally she'd made some remark about how she's been dealing with all this while he's been off making more problems, but she can't even do that. This sucks.]
It was for confessions week. I just told Sheila I like that we're both fans of bones, but apparently for some if it wasn't a romantic confession it had to be to murder.
[She's sarcastic but honestly, she really does feel kind of fucked up about this.]
I couldn't even begin to understand it. Why she got it into her head that she ought to trust me with something like this.
[Sigh. How to explain this. Well. It would be easy to kind of explain this, but. Harrow.]
. . . Misa once told me that she's had a few near death experiences, and that turned into a fascination and a preoccupation with death. She's very interested it in, and that seemed to transfer to an odd. . . attachment to me. [So like. Basically Misa told Harrow all her plans because she thinks Harrow is hot.]
I don't think she wanted assistance. I think she just wanted to confide in someone, and chose poorly.
I haven't been able to decide. That is to say, I have a few different strategies in mind, I just wasn't sure whether I was feeling the correct amount of badly about completely betraying her unasked for confidence. We have. . . spent some time together, so it feels a little cold, but. . . murder.
[No, it. Feels good to laugh. She wanted to talk about this with her friend but he was busy having dumb fucking love drama.]
She has rightly pointed out that if I expose her, she'll surely be killed by someone else who wants a target they don't have to feel too bad about. Which makes me feel a little badly.
What I think I've settled on is to use my power to give her an obsession on Thursday night not to kill anyone. It's risky - it might not stop her.
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[She almost even sounds like it. Thanks, kindness filter. She's just going to sit, then. Crossing her arms across her chest. She figured out how to do this, she thinks. But actually doing it will be harder.]
You consider us friends. You value our relationship.
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[he doesn't need the kindness filter to say that either? yea? duh?]
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[She isn't worried - she can't phrase anything as harshly as she might want, but everything she's doing she intends as kindness.]
First. You know that I like White as well. But it is very important to me that anything I say to you, I say to you alone. If I wish White to know what I say, I will say it to him.
I'm sure it comes as no surprise to you that I do not trust easily, and just because you trust White doesn't mean I have to. I will do nothing to harm him, but I do not feel he needs to be informed of everything I tell you. If you break my confidence on any matter, whether or not you feel it was justified, I will not be able to forgive you. I'm afraid that I am not capable of being understanding of a mistake or an inadvertent transgression in this regard.
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there's another part that's stronger, and probably less cursed at the moment.]
I won't - I won't break your confidence. [...] You can love people without trusting them. I lie to people I love all the time. And you trust them without loving them.
Fortunately for you, you have both my love and my trust. `
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Her jaw does that stupid thing it does sometimes. But - that isn't what we're doing right now.
Love and trust, huh? How funny.]
Good. The second thing - and this is also a confidence - you are being careless, flaunting this relationship. You caused Mineo hurt. He isn't pursuing White, but there are feelings there. Be more considerate, and discreet.
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Oh-- I didn't know. White didn't mention . . . I don't mind if they want to do anything. They can do whatever they like. I'm not a jealous person.
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[She reaches out to pat him on the arm, so awkwardly. There, there.]
It would be more kind to Mineo to take things more slowly as well, rather than rush in when the emotions are raw, but that decision would certainly be your own to make, not mine, since you are capable of deciding on your own what's right. Which brings me neatly to my final point.
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[he just does NOT get this I'm sorry he doesn't. this shit makes NO sense. whatever it's probably fine. he can't even kiss white without him turning four hundred shades of red and nearly dying of a heart attack, so.]
Which is . . . ?
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This is separate from the first two points, which I would like you to respect whether or not you decide this warrants any of your respect.
Stay away from White. For at least one week, do not go near him, do not talk to him. [She stares him down, firm, and then raises her hand to silence any objections.] Let me finish what I mean to say.
Yes, it's a cruel thing to ask. A ridiculous thing to ask - absurd and grotesque to bring our friendship into this, use it as a cudgel to tell you, a person perfectly capable of making his own decisions, not to do something which would make you happy.
So consider I would not make that absurd and grotesque demand lightly. Consider that I love you as well, and would want you to be happy even if it was a version of happiness I disagreed with. Consider that I know you would be within your rights to be furious and offended by what I have done and said, and to storm away from here and never speak with me again, but I have done and said it anyway because I think it is important.
And finally, consider that I have just said all of these cruel things to you, even though this week I am not permitted to say things I believe are cruel.
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all he does is just storm in a little circle, arms tightly crossed, practically glowering at her, tail lashing like a whip around his legs. he's getting a headache. ]
Fuck you, Harrow.
[but he isn't like. leaving the room.]
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[She just sits and lets him stomp around all angry. Honestly better than she expected?]
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but yes, probably better than expected considering how much he does love and trust Harrow for reasons right now he is truly truly questioning?
also he turns his back to her and pulls out his phone.]
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While you're doing that, mind if I tell you how my weekend went?
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Yes, my sweet darling Harrowhark, closest to my heart, how was your weekend? Did you have a nice time?
[the fact this is said with like. the sweetest voice possible. just makes it all the more rude.]
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I'm sorry, what now?
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It was for confessions week. I just told Sheila I like that we're both fans of bones, but apparently for some if it wasn't a romantic confession it had to be to murder.
[She's sarcastic but honestly, she really does feel kind of fucked up about this.]
I couldn't even begin to understand it. Why she got it into her head that she ought to trust me with something like this.
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. . . Sheila is going to murder someone?
[sorry hes still distracted]
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[Tilting his head.]
I really do dislike how that makes sense. She-- She just told you? Is she hoping for assistance?
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. . . Misa once told me that she's had a few near death experiences, and that turned into a fascination and a preoccupation with death. She's very interested it in, and that seemed to transfer to an odd. . . attachment to me. [So like. Basically Misa told Harrow all her plans because she thinks Harrow is hot.]
I don't think she wanted assistance. I think she just wanted to confide in someone, and chose poorly.
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Well you don't have to be kind about someone if they're not there!]
She did just watch us work very hard to catch a murderer just two days ago, correct? Little bit dim, that one.
[he can say this because he is also dim.]
. . . So what do we do? Tie her up Thursday night? Expose her publicly tomorrow?
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I haven't been able to decide. That is to say, I have a few different strategies in mind, I just wasn't sure whether I was feeling the correct amount of badly about completely betraying her unasked for confidence. We have. . . spent some time together, so it feels a little cold, but. . . murder.
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[stop harrow will drown you again]
Look, I-- I have no intention of harming her, but surely she could simply. Not. I wouldn't feel badly at all.
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She has rightly pointed out that if I expose her, she'll surely be killed by someone else who wants a target they don't have to feel too bad about. Which makes me feel a little badly.
What I think I've settled on is to use my power to give her an obsession on Thursday night not to kill anyone. It's risky - it might not stop her.
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