[You know, the kitchen's not a bad idea after all of that excitement and what seems to have been an endless meeting that went to a lot of places. Sometimes when you get blindsided by an alarming ghost and a bunch of revelations you just get hungry.
So here Anon is, passing her in the kitchen and blinking for a moment. He looks from the cake to her and looks distinctly unsurprised. There's a quirk of a smile.]
You really do like sweet things, huh? What kind of cake is there?
Hahaha, I better do that before it's all gone. Though I get this feeling like we're going to be seeing a lot of cake, lately. Spring, you know.
[Spring, the time of children,, birthdays, and banging, though it's debatable whether he's thought that far.
Anon, for his part, is hanging out by the counter and definitely contemplating the dessert that Ann is describing in such unfair detail. He takes a little while, and it's seemingly to decide on the portion, because he takes a bit, fat piece without any remorse.]
I dunno. I was gonna eat this, and then I think I was gonna head to the dock. The water's nice, and right now it's probably the simplest place on the island.
Then maybe I'll yell. It seems like a good time for that.
[There are pretty much no traces of the earlier bookish disaster for all of them, because Anon is himself; but there is a restlessness to him that's just a notch higher than usual, something buzzing under his skin that doesn't quite settle even though the dessert is quite good and the company is fine too.]
I didn't think I'd end up with another beach party so soon. I guess I'll be an expert by the time this is done!
[What else is there to do on the island, really....... other than murder.]
[Well, honestly, she's going to be looking to see if he's doing his morning runs. It's time to check in on Anon, frankly. She could use some of his perspective.
[He is indeed on his morning runs, because why not? It's a busy morning, everyone a little more lively after the straight up wasteland of yesterday. Anon, for his part, has been lively the whole time, wriggly as an eel and a little waterlogged too. He probably ran into the surf at some point.
He puts up a hand in a pleasant wave when he spots Ann along his path back from the edge of the forest.]
Well, I'm almost done the whole island, so it's just around the mansion and down to the docks again and that's it!
[So actually a pretty leisurely sort of jog more than anything. That's the pace he's at right now, anyway, and he stops obligingly to nab the water, happily pouring some on his head before downing the rest.
He also gives Mokona a wave, he probably met the creature yesterday during the afterparty, which I also need to tag.]
Hahaha, you can just work up the appetite for more cake if you join me! We haven't had as much of it lately.
[Did they really run out of birthdays already. Do they need to start making up more.
He does a little jogging motion in place, waiting for Ann to get ready before taking off at a decent cool-down pace. At least she doesn't have to really try to keep up with him.]
[who needs a birthday to have cake? Ann has a piece of cake almost every day, but especially on Fridays!
But after a brief stretch, she takes off after Anon.
She's not superhuman in her running, but also it's pretty obvious, she's generally in pretty good shape, despite her aversion to running long distances with him.]
[His cake days are covered because he's literally carrying a cake SCP, but also sometimes he has to add cake to the cake dimension himself. It's a containment duty (maybe). Friday is, of course, always a great excuse for any number of things, but especially here.
He tilts his head to grin at her once she catches up, looking pleased with the company and the scenery and just generally having a good time this fine Sunday.]
The breeze always feels great on Sundays, and the food even tastes better.
[She'll find him..... sorting through his closet. Natsuno's closet, probably, but it's doubled in size since Friday and there are a lot more varied fashions in there now. Some may even look familiar to Ann, and also it just runs the gamut of the sexes.
Otherwise, the room still looks oddly lived in, probably because Anon claimed it almost immediately. His sword is there, the big round plush of his trial form, and other little touches that reveal how much he's in fact moved the heck in.
[He doesn't quite say comforting, but judging by how much he's settled in and the easy way he moves around the space that comes across anyway.
He pauses his rummaging, though, looking from Ann to the designated uniform and back again. There's a half-grin. It's become somewhat rare in the last couple of days.]
Aha, I could kind of guess why my closet was like this, but I haven't been able to match everyone up yet.
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MONDAY, post meeting
NO ONE CAN STOP HER.]
Mmm, you already look like you're gonna hit the spot!
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So here Anon is, passing her in the kitchen and blinking for a moment. He looks from the cake to her and looks distinctly unsurprised. There's a quirk of a smile.]
You really do like sweet things, huh? What kind of cake is there?
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[it's covered in fruit and a sort of light, whipped frosting.]
I dunno, but it looks fruity. You should grab a piece!
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[Spring, the time of children,, birthdays, and banging, though it's debatable whether he's thought that far.
Anon, for his part, is hanging out by the counter and definitely contemplating the dessert that Ann is describing in such unfair detail. He takes a little while, and it's seemingly to decide on the portion, because he takes a bit, fat piece without any remorse.]
Where are you headed?
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[He pulls up alongside after taking an experimental bite, apparently up for following her.
Did this trip just get a little less simple. Oh well.]
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I don't want to yell, I just wanna relax. Maybe a beach party of one... or two now, huh?
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[There are pretty much no traces of the earlier bookish disaster for all of them, because Anon is himself; but there is a restlessness to him that's just a notch higher than usual, something buzzing under his skin that doesn't quite settle even though the dessert is quite good and the company is fine too.]
I didn't think I'd end up with another beach party so soon. I guess I'll be an expert by the time this is done!
[What else is there to do on the island, really....... other than murder.]
SUNDAY, week 4?
She's standing with a bottle of water ready.]
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He puts up a hand in a pleasant wave when he spots Ann along his path back from the edge of the forest.]
Ann! Are you joining me this time?
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[she holds out the bottle of water, while mokona cheers him on from his perch on her head.]
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[So actually a pretty leisurely sort of jog more than anything. That's the pace he's at right now, anyway, and he stops obligingly to nab the water, happily pouring some on his head before downing the rest.
He also gives Mokona a wave, he probably met the creature yesterday during the afterparty, which I also need to tag.]
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Ann considers. Well, she's in a pair of tennis shoes. She could probably manage that]
Alright. That much, I can join you on. I've been eating too much cake anyway.
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[Did they really run out of birthdays already. Do they need to start making up more.
He does a little jogging motion in place, waiting for Ann to get ready before taking off at a decent cool-down pace. At least she doesn't have to really try to keep up with him.]
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But after a brief stretch, she takes off after Anon.
She's not superhuman in her running, but also it's pretty obvious, she's generally in pretty good shape, despite her aversion to running long distances with him.]
Okay! Not so bad!
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He tilts his head to grin at her once she catches up, looking pleased with the company and the scenery and just generally having a good time this fine Sunday.]
The breeze always feels great on Sundays, and the food even tastes better.
What do you think?
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Besides "thank god the week's almost over."
[but realistically, sunday was the furthest away from Saturday, so it makes sense.]
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WEEK 4, Post trial
[she's searching for him-- and well. it talks a while before she gets the idea to go to Natsuno's room.
She pokes her head in.]
Anon, are you here...?
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Otherwise, the room still looks oddly lived in, probably because Anon claimed it almost immediately. His sword is there, the big round plush of his trial form, and other little touches that reveal how much he's in fact moved the heck in.
He looks up and tilts his head at her.]
Hmm?
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[she pauses]
... Is that my school uniform?
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[He doesn't quite say comforting, but judging by how much he's settled in and the easy way he moves around the space that comes across anyway.
He pauses his rummaging, though, looking from Ann to the designated uniform and back again. There's a half-grin. It's become somewhat rare in the last couple of days.]
Aha, I could kind of guess why my closet was like this, but I haven't been able to match everyone up yet.
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I don't really want to dress like I'm going to school, so you know what? Keep it. Wear it, if you want, even.
[she sits down lightly on the bid, looking at him.]
You know... I definitely underrated how dangerous you were.
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[For some reason, his voice gets quieter when he says that.
After a moment he seems to drum up some energy again, though it's still much lower than you'd usually expect from him.
He doesn't look back at Ann, continuing to arrange the rather messy closet.]
Hmm, I'm surprised people are still visiting. Maybe you're all just kind of stupid?
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Maybe. I'm pretty sure I'm one of the dumbest people here, so why not.
But I've never felt threatened by you. And... I worried.
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[He seems to mean that, even if his heart isn't quite in it at the moment.
His movements slow down a little as he seems to absorb the rest, though there's no other visible reaction with his back to her.]
It's not like fear is a bad thing. It helps people survive. [that's kind of a non-sequitur, huh?] What are you worried about, then?
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