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[sadpoem]

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[knockingatthedoor]

Yeah.

[That was before the knife bit and the hands and everything.]

I can't say I understand completely what his deal is, but I understand why he doesn't like me. I just- this worries me, you know?

1/2 cw: alter shifting here we go

[sadpoem]

He shouldn't...have said that...

[He's angry. He's so angry.]

Th-that's not...

2/2

[sadpoem]

[Silence.]

[knockingatthedoor]

Hey, I'm not angry, okay? And he had a pretty good point there. We're still best buddies, promise!

[He was angry, he still is, but he will not take it out on Sunny of all people.]

Sunny? Are you still there?

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Tattle tale.

[knockingatthedoor]

[Oh, fuc- here we go again. UNless this keeps being part of a somewhat really elaborate prank.]

Oh, hey- Guess what, Sunshine, I do talk to my friends.

[sadpoem]

Too little, too late.

[knockingatthedoor]

Better than doing nothing at all.

[He can't change the past, nor he can do much more than doing his best as a friend with both Aubrey and Sunny.]

Tell me, Omori, how long have you been around?

[sadpoem]

[He’s the last person who knows the answer to that question, honestly, but he answers confidently enough anyway; it feels true.]

Always.

[knockingatthedoor]

Geez... and you never thought to say hello?

[Okay, so the 'four years' theory is out of the window. Great.]

And why are you out right now, Omori?

[sadpoem]

You're being nosy again.

[knockingatthedoor]

I have my own reasons.

[sadpoem]

I have mine.

[knockingatthedoor]

We both want to protect Sunny.

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One of us will.

[knockingatthedoor]

Things are easier to do when you're not facing them on your own.

[sadpoem]

We aren't.

[knockingatthedoor]

... carrying weights in three is still easier than doing it in two, Omori.

[sadpoem]

[. . .]

I do it in one.

[The call disconnects.]