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text -- sometime around like, 3am probably

[onerous]

What is it that makes you want to keep living?

text, replying back instantly... probably.

[pubertytwice]

Stopping the apocalypse.
_{[ specifically, protecting his family but heaven forbid he says something like that. ]}

[onerous]

[Right, hadn't he mentioned something like that before?]

But what about after you do that?

[pubertytwice]

Guess I'll just continue to live until death takes it course. I mean, I've lived a long and good _{[ questionably good ]} life, so death doesn't make me scared. Our purpose that Reginald gave us was to stop the apocalypse, so I guess I can rest in peace knowing I wasn't an absolute failure.

_{[ But right now in his mind, he's pretty certain he's an absolute failure until they prevent the end of everything. ]}

Not to say I want to die, but if it happened, guess there's worse that could happen.

_{[ Somehow. ]}

[onerous]

[She considers all of that for a moment, and it's really things like this that'll fuel her to ask a similar thing to the network in more 'normal person' hours.]

If you could choose, how would you want to go?

[pubertytwice]

Preferably protecting another person.
_{[ Fine, you got him. ]}

But I guess a shot through the brain wouldn't be so bad, just kind of messy.
_{[ He picks this cause he's done it plenty of times to other innocent people; he deserves a taste of his own medicine. Not like Yuri needs to know that. ]}

cw: mention of suicide.....

[onerous]

[That's sweet, but maybe she shouldn't say that. Not just because it might embarrass him, but because that's not really something 'normal' to compliment.]

But it'd be painless. [She's quiet for a long moment on her end, to the point it might seem like she's fallen asleep.] I tried jumping. A cliff.

[She's not sure why she mentioned it, but maybe it's because it's easier to talk through text than in actual words, and because Five for whatever reason is easy for her to talk to. She's not sure how to follow up with that either.]

But protecting someone seems the better answer. I think, if it came to it, I'd like that more myself.

1/2

[pubertytwice]

_{[ this is the look of a worried 58 year old man inside a tiny body... ]}

[pubertytwice]

Are you alright?
I mean, presently. This is such a shit hour to talk about a shit subject.
_{[ Something could have spurred her to be thinking like this? ]}

[onerous]

I'm sorry. It is, isn't it? But I should be asking you that too. Why are you up? this late?

[SHe furrows her brow a little, but figures she should actually answer him correctly.]

Kitagawa-san opened an exhibit at an art gallery and asked if I wanted to showcase some of my photos. The ones I have are from home, and most include various spirits from around my home. Spirits I knew.

It's going well, honestly. I'm glad that I did it. I've met a lot of interesting people and heard a lot of interesting things. But there was someone I met who talked about it differently than the others.

He was strange, but we talked about death and living. He asked if I wanted to die.

It's a strange topic to think about, because I don't know how to answer. [She debates saying more, but--] He offered to help me find out. I didn't really feel scared or worried, but in retrospect perhaps I should've. Or maybe that's indicative of something too?

I suppose it just got me thinking.

I'm alright though, really.

[pubertytwice]

Don't do shit like that.
_{[ nice and blunt. ]}

It's fine to not feel worried or scared over death, but it's pointless to get too curious about it. Even in a world like this that claims it isn't permanent. Who knows when that won't happen and you don't wake back up?

[onerous]

That's true. [She'd have a very upset ghost-wife if that happened.]

I think it's rather in my nature to be curious about death, however. I can't really avoid that. [Given her abilities and all. Still, she feels a bit bad she made him worry.] But I shouldn't go seeking it out either, I suppose. So you're still right.

You didn't answer my question, by the way. What are you doing up still? Can't sleep?

[pubertytwice]

I don't know how people get a decent night's sleep in a place like this.
There's too many unanswered questions.

text.

[nobodylikeshim]

hi hi
how goes the assassination schemes?
just kidding.

[pubertytwice]

What do you want?
_{[ The immediate and probably proper response to Hisoka. ]}

[nobodylikeshim]

To chat. ♥
I enjoy idle chit-chat~ ♥

[pubertytwice]

And you pick me, of all people, to idle chit-chat with.

[nobodylikeshim]

So grim! ♥
But why not? If there is one person that needles idle chit-chat, it's you. ♠

[pubertytwice]

Alright, well.
Get idle chit-chatting. I don't have all day for your bullshit.

_{[ Ever since his correct guess on the network, he's aware Hisoka is typically up to something that doesn't appear as it seems.}

OH MY GOD. I CAN USE THE RIGHT WORDS.

[nobodylikeshim]

Okay! ♥
I found some nice places to shop for clothes for one. ♥
A lot of nice friends like to go shopping with me these days. ♣
It makes me feel quite popular~ ♥
How about you? Enjoying spending time with people? ♦

HAHA it's all good

[pubertytwice]

Hardly.
_{[ Why is he so ornery. There's not much truth in that statement. He's found a good assortment of people he likes. ]}

A majority of the people here are simpletons.
I also bought some clothes, but I went shopping by myself.

HAHAHA thank you, friend

[nobodylikeshim]

Did anyone ask where your parents were? ♥

[pubertytwice]

No.
Did anyone ask where your circus is when you went shopping?

[nobodylikeshim]

No. ♠️
Anyone offer to get you a booster seat at a restaurant yet? ♥️

text and action;;

[biotictouch]

[ Some time, around midday, Moira's dropped off a gift bag near the front of where Five might be living (her best guess, as he was as private as she was. She hoped he lived here...) and left without so much as a knock. Instead, so as to not embarrass or even present the idea of the gift not being accepted, she texts him instead.

It's an unassuming gift bag, no loud text or colors, simply brown paper and tissue, and a card. Inside is a rather expensive bottle of scotch and a half pound of 'decent' coffee, tucked into a simple coffee cup. Minimalist was the vibe he typically gave her, so she went with it.

The card is unassuming as well, simple stationary, nothing bright. It's professional, almost, from her desk. ]

There's something outside on your doorstep.

For you, don't let your siblings get to it.

[ In the card? A simple salutations.

Five,

Happy birthday. I do so hope this makes up for all the ones you never had.

Don't drink it all in one sitting, for your health and mine.

- M. ]