how many times have you died (rika furude)

[malewife]

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w0 friday

[malewife]

[ Why is a child looking for him? Fortunately, he can be found somewhere out in the open on the streets.

Arms crossed, pensive. Thinking. Lost in thought. His wolf daemon is also in the same daze. ]

[syndromed]

[ literally just to make sure he's alright! she approaches and taps on his arm! bernkastel is a black cat, patiently standing at her feet. ]

... We did a roll-call today.

[malewife]

[ we really here with bernkastel cat. Niah snaps his head toward her, peering with his amber eyes. Joonghyuk keeps looking elsewhere, but does shift his gaze. ]

... I see. You all gathered together, then.

[syndromed]

[ bernkastel is... entirely unbothered. she just kind of lazily observes niah and then joonghyuk and then resumes staring at nothing in particular. ]

Not everyone. Some people were missing.

[ like you! ]

[malewife]

[ Their daemons can chill. ]

... Who else?

[ He knows that most likely Dokja and himself are unaccounted for, but might as well ask. ]

[syndromed]

Marius, I think?

[ she didn't talk to him so that's just what she heard other people say. ]

[malewife]

[ He also hasn't spoken to Marius, so it's just a name to him. ]

Still missing?

[syndromed]

[ well ]

Yeah. Miii, how scary.

[malewife]

… I’m sure we will figure out this place.

[ He can’t promise they will all survive, but!! ]

Have you noticed anything off?

[syndromed]

Everything is so off that I'm not so sure we'll figure it out.

[malewife]

We will.

[ Rather than confident, he's adamant. ]

w1 monday

[syndromed]

[ it's laundry day! which means that rika is doing laundry, wow! she appears to be washing exactly one school uniform. and the replacement clothes that she is wearing are... just a big flannel shirt. it's big enough to be a dress on her, and was clearly pilfered from the last city they were in.

guess she only got one outfit. ]

Good morning. Do you need help doing laundry?

[ not everyone is good at these kinds of things! ]

[malewife]

[ Hello? He blinks slowly when she tries to offer him help. ]

I am fine.

[ He actually is fine, washing his spare clothes (royal threads worthy of a prince or something) while he wears his usual black coat.. And Black... Everything. ]

Did no one help you choose better fitting clothing?

[ HELLO? ]

[syndromed]

Since all the kids were still in the city, I didn't want to take their clothes from their houses.

[ whereas stealing clothes from... the missing adults... was fine? sure. ]

[malewife]

... You could have stolen from the stores.

[ RIkA. ]

[syndromed]

[ it didn't occur to her. ]

... Stealing is wrong.

[malewife]

[ ... ]

You already stole. You admitted to such.

[syndromed]

[ would these eyes steal??? ]

[malewife]

[ YES!!!! ESPECIALLY THOSE EYES. ]

[syndromed]

Anyway!

It's more fun to do chores together, so I'm glad you're here.

[malewife]

Why do I get the sense you would say the same thing about looting.

[ IT'S MORE FUN TO STEAL THINGS TOGETHER. ]

[syndromed]

Could it be that you're psychic?

[malewife]

... More that it's predictable.

[ Anyway, he looks displeased that he has this second outfit?? ]

[syndromed]

Oh, of course. You understand that everything is more fun with friends.

[ she nods! she's figured it out, don't worry.

... ]

Do you not like the clothes that you got?

[malewife]

[ He isn't even going to try to argue with the friends thing. He knows it's a losing battle. ]

... It's a little flashy. [ He sighs. ] Gold tasseled epaulets are too easy to recognize.