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[soft_focus]

[He definitely, DEFINITELY had a squint-worthy face for a moment.... ....but.

....She crosses her arms, deciding to try a different tactic.] ...Then..

...If you're keeping the key, you have to prove it..! I know how you thought-and how Tsukikage thought..! ...And how he still thinks, [She adds, grimacing.] ...Even though E...The Fourth still gives him protection, and brings him back faster than most come back...

...So you have to prove it! ...Maybe not right now...but even though I said to make friends, that won't mean I stop protecting my other ones.

[chocolaterazor]

Don't worry, I understand.

[A hesitant pat on Reira's arm since well... she's tall and Sora's not typically touchy-feely. As much as he doesn't fight hugs.]

Showing loyalty takes time. But my Academia days don't count as a reference.

[soft_focus]

....I wasn't thinking about that time, [she says quietly.] ....I was thinking about Synchro.

[Ninja soldier power hour was a. Thing, huh.]

[chocolaterazor]

[Oh yeah, that thing.

.... He's not pursuing the topic though. Takes more than one conversation to earn someone's trust back on this particular issue.]

Well, you can hold me to that promise.

[And if that's all, he's satisfied with the Fourth's hospitality for one day.]

[soft_focus]

.....

....Okay.

....so.... ....did you see what you have here now...?

[chocolaterazor]

It's nothing special, but that's to be expected.

[soft_focus]

....the arcade..?

...Or your room?

[chocolaterazor]

I just mean my room here, of course.

[soft_focus]

Ummm...y...eah, they aren't that big at first... ...but...

[She tries brightening a bit.] ...Does that mean you like the rest?

[chocolaterazor]

It doesn't look any different from when you first showed me. But it's impressive enough that he made all this.

[soft_focus]

I didn't think you were paying attention...

[chocolaterazor]

Since when have I ever not been aware of my surroundings?

[...... Reira has no way of answering that.]

[soft_focus]

[Indeed she does not.

Except to just frown at him because obviously having no way of knowing is an answer in itself. Gee Sora, how is she supposed to 'agree' with you if she doesn't know.]

[chocolaterazor]

You know if you keep frowning at people in that way, your face is going to get stuck like that.

[There are also things called rhetorical questions.]

[soft_focus]

You're the one who's making me frown, not everyone else, [she counters with a slight huff. Honestly.]

[chocolaterazor]

I think you should know me well enough by now to not be so judgemental.

[soft_focus]

That's not what I'm even being..! [Except yes it is, but. She sighs.] ....Is there anything you actually like in here... ..?

[The problem with dry humor is not knowing what's real any more, see.]

[chocolaterazor]

Sounds like you might be surprised, because yes. There happens to be a game I like in here.

[soft_focus]

[SHE DOESN'T BELIEVE YOU] ...What one?

[chocolaterazor]

[Reira can have more than just the name. He'll even start leading her over to where the game enclosure should still be.]

Graveyard Shift.

[soft_focus]

[It takes her a moment to realize which one that is. She sort of...Has some trouble fitting in that one.]

....The one where you have to go inside a pod..?

[chocolaterazor]

Exactly that one.

[soft_focus]

...I'm too tall for that one, [She admits, chewing her lip.]

...What's it about?

[chocolaterazor]

You're a night watchman working at an amusement park. And over the course of four nights need to keep the monster robots out from your office until dawn.

Or else you're dead.

[soft_focus]

....That sounds boring...