[Luz has some… ideas, about Omori, and Aubrey can’t say any of them are accurate—and more importantly, she’s tried to stress he’s not some evil force to speculate about. She wasn’t sure, at the time, if it worked; now she’s almost certain it didn’t.
[Hoo boy.
[That said: that’s Aubrey’s talk to have, not Omori’s. She takes his words in with a small, slow nod, just accepting that he will, as ever, handle the situation as he sees fit.
Strange. [Mildly unsettling commonality, that memory pull. Aubrey considers mentioning this to Omori, but suspects it makes no difference to him; neither he nor Sunny have expressed much interest in puzzling out this world.
[Omori only seems to consider it for a moment, then shrugs, laying back in the pile and crossing one leg over the other; turning his knife about in his hand, admiring.]
[Omori stills the knife, staring at the blade, razor thin when turned sideways. He shakes his head, placing the knife back in his hoodie pocket and curling up on his side. Time for a nap. Sunny should be back once they wake up.]
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[Aubrey shuts her eyes for a moment. Breathes in, slowly, then out.
[“Why do you want me to leave you alone?”]
She’s not going to do that. [It’s a little fond, sue her. The circumstances temper it considerably, though.] We both know this.
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[She’ll be filling Sunny in, too, then. Alright.
[Luz has some… ideas, about Omori, and Aubrey can’t say any of them are accurate—and more importantly, she’s tried to stress he’s not some evil force to speculate about. She wasn’t sure, at the time, if it worked; now she’s almost certain it didn’t.
[Hoo boy.
[That said: that’s Aubrey’s talk to have, not Omori’s. She takes his words in with a small, slow nod, just accepting that he will, as ever, handle the situation as he sees fit.
[Aubrey couldn’t stop that if she tried.
[Finally, half idle:] You must be tired.
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You didn't die.
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[The corner of her mouth twitches up.]
Sure didn’t. [Lucky him.]
It was just this little room, really. Had to stick a coin in an arcade machine, and that was that.
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[Doesn't say anything else. Message received?]
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[Oh, okay! Aubrey sits up for that.
[Looks at knife. Looks at him.]
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Same room.
[A pause.]
All packed up.
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[She does, actually, crack a smile for a second. Never a dull moment with Omori. That blade keeps sharp, after all.
[What he says piques her interest, too.]
Same, huh? [The “layout* was pretty base. Like, generic-rectangle base.] TV, [mess] litter, that sort of thing?
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All packed up.
Like Sunny's house.
[No litter, really.]
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[Right.
[She hasn’t seen it in years, really.]
Strange. [Mildly unsettling commonality, that memory pull. Aubrey considers mentioning this to Omori, but suspects it makes no difference to him; neither he nor Sunny have expressed much interest in puzzling out this world.
[So she leaves it at that.]
Like Sunny’s house. But not exactly....
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…No stairs.
No kitchen, hall, bedroom. Anything like that.
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Just the living room.
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Right.
[What a strange detail.]
Anything off about it?
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Pay to play. Not much of a gamble.
[Just the room, the coin, and now he's here.]
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Hah. It really wasn’t.
[Almost too easy, considering. The people in the room were their own worst enemies, Aubrey supposes.
[She stretches her arms, then moves to get up. Omori probably is tired.]
Glad you’re back.
Want anything? [You know. From the kitchen.]
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we can wrap here ough
[Understood.
[While he’s asleep, Aubrey baits Spooky over; not a difficult task. He’ll have a cat on his lap when he wakes up, soft and purring.]