so_shik | Forty-Third Spool of Thread

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Forty-Third Spool of Thread - [Voice/Action]

[There's the sudden sound of a bunch of boxes falling to the ground, contents spilling everywhere as the journal's camera points up to the ceiling. It shifts suddenly to focus on a particular pink-haired girl who was unceremoniously dumped into the back room of her shop on top of said boxes.]

Ugh...thanks for the warning, jerks. [She begins to untangle herself from the boxes of ribbons and fabrics, moving the journal closer to speak. For the most part, she seems pretty unharmed.]

Hey...so what day is it anyway? Here's hoping I wasn't gone too long, totally bad for business. [There's a slight beat, suddenly remembering something. You know, her housemate that was alone for like a week.] Haruhi, report. [She works her way out from under the pile of materials and the door to the back room swings open, allowing her to enter the main part of the shop.]

Neku...you better have made it back. That was pretty low of them, keeping us sort of together and then sending you back first. Besides, I was right in the middle of designing a n--

[There's a long pause suddenly as she really takes a look at the shop. She's staring at a row of dresser dummies, counting them in her head.]

All right, which one of you broke into my shop when I was gone?!

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...in my world, Shinigami are the ones who do the erasing. What makes you a different kind? [Still waiting for an answer on that.]

What makes me different is that I'm not a barbarian, and that the entire institution you know is most likely a perverted sham.

Most likely, but it still gave me a second chance. I don't think you could have done the same thing.

...Think what you want. [Because that's closer than he wants her getting to true stories.]

Am I right though?

It's more complicated than you seem to think it is.

And you're making it seem like I can't wrap my mind around it.

I'm making it seem like it's none of your damn business.

You know about us, it's only fair we know about you.

I know about you because your boss likes to advertise too much.

...I already told you, Joshua isn't my boss. I don't work for him.

You just bought into his story and signed up for his death game.

So maybe I did. What's it matter, I played and we won. Is that so wrong?

It's wrong for all the people who lost.

...[She moves past Hisoka, shutting the door to the shop that was left open and locking it up. She'd rather not have one of her friends walk in on this particular conversation.]

So what, I should feel guilty I didn't stay dead? Is that what you're saying, because it sure sounds like it.

Should you feel guilty about cheating nature? Probably, if you're through being selfish.

[...yeah give her a moment to really think that over because ow, Hisoka. She played the Game fair and square. She spent two weeks knocked out. She was her boyfriend's entry fee (even though Neku wasn't dating her yet.) She attacked her friends. Is that really cheating? Is it horrible to reverse a mistake? Terrible to learn a lesson and be a better person?]

...your outfit's still hideous, you know. [She's just going to avoid the subject, walking over to a rack of boys' shirts.] How do you feel about green? Might make your eyes pop more...

My outfit isn't what we're talking about. [Nope. Hisoka likes to be the most avoidant person in the room, thanks.] Clothes are just clothes.

[And his clothes look FINE.]

It's what we started talking about, Hisoka, so it's what we're sticking with. Clothes may just be clothes, but they send a message whether you like it or not.

Right now, the only message I'm getting is that you don't want to bother talking about anything important.

Yeah? The only message I'm getting from you is that you're kind of an asshole. Guess we're even.

Seems so. [He makes a move toward the exit, since apparently they're done here.]

[Sure, they would be...if Shiki would keep her mouth shut sometimes.]

I see nothing to feel guilty about, you know.

[...Fine. He'll stop for that.]

Oh you don't, do you?

I don't. And until I see justification why I should, I'm standing by that.

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