IC Inbox 2 (Imeeji)

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[It's relaxing.]

If it makes you happy.

[failedsafe]

[u kno what

she isn't clued into the whole parents and their kids enter into a silent, mutually binding agreement that they just Won't Talk About It. that would necessitate having a parent who gave a shit earlier than the short while ago]

Well, it was...non-existent for a bit there...since I could not touch or be touched without thinking I was tainting the other person.

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An effect of the game. It was rather harrowing.

And now?

[failedsafe]

I'll say.

[She inhales, focuses on the waves and his voice and tries not to let the negative feelings in. They're weaker, but not gone yet.]

I am trying my best to believe when people say they love me and aren't repulsed by me.

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It is difficult when you yourself cannot see it.

[He pauses halfway through the braiding.]

Would you like to take a walk with me?

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Always...Father.

[shhhhhyyyyy]

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[He just laughs at that.]

I'm a terrible parent I'll have you know. I'm waiting for one of my children or grandchildren to show up.

[But he finishes up her hair quickly and then offers a hand to stand.]

Come.

[failedsafe]

You're about a hundred steps up from what I know.

[She takes his hand, still very red in the face.]

Coming.

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And that is truly terrible.

[He holds her hand and squeezes her fingers. He'll take her on the subway to the mall if she doesn't mind that path.]

[failedsafe]

[She doesn't mind any of it. She's really glad to be spending time with him like this. She had something to talk about but this is very, very nice. She knows he's often busy.]

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[Well he is a man that only expends energy when he must! But he takes her up to the shopping area.]

What's your favorite color?

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Oh, that's tricky. Puuuurple. I really like black and blue too, though.

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Sit here.

[He comes back with this and a gray suit jacket to match.]

[failedsafe]

[!!!!]

Oh...they're beautiful!

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Well, go on. Try them on.

[failedsafe]

[She rises to her feet and heads somewhere to change. Though once she does she looks in the mirror and just...has a moment where she looks at herself. It's fine, she's not disgusting. She looks good. She looks fine. Okay.

She comes back out and poses smartly.]

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[He comes up and strikes a pose with her and takes a selfie. A few actually.]

For Wildfire.

[As a means of explanation.]

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[Oh, that puts a lot of spring in her step and she takes very happy poses! If it's for her darling brother, then she can be happy for certain.]

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[Bribes go a long way. He pets the top of her hair when they are done.]

I imagine he enjoys the letters.

[failedsafe]

He does.

[Her smile softens.]

I miss him all the time, but I'm glad he and Silence are happy in a place that isn't here.

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I do as well. But he's where his heart desires, and I think we all simply wish to see him happy. It is one trait BARiTONES is rather good at.

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You're completely right about that.

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[He puts a hand to her head.]

Does it help?

[failedsafe]

Hmm?

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To say you've had a hard time recently is an understatement. Does normalcy help?