rondo is kneeling outside of the cabin on this fine morning! he has a white scrap of fabric in his hands, and it looks like he's... scrubbing the window! or, well, he's at least trying to. when he spots robin, though, he perks immediately. ]
Miss Robin! [ he waves!!! ] Good morning, are you all settled in?
[ on his cloak currently is an ink splatter phrase he hasn't yet noticed: Not being able to help him. ]
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[ is his scrubbing working? she sees the ink splatter, but her gaze doesn't linger. she focuses on him politely. ]
Good morning, Mr. Rondo. Settled in... [ after being told they're here to be sacrifices. well, she doesn't look too terribly down or anything today. ] As well as I can be. You seem to be doing your best.
[ the word brother peeks out from under her glove. ]
[ immediately, almost sheepish! he is still just a baby. as for the window, it is. it is not really getting that much better but he is trying...
but, yeah, that's the mood - as well as you can be. some of his ever present cheer fades just a little, but he smiles anyway, the sort to make the best of a bad situation. ] That's a good way to put it. We have to make do with what we can...
[ here, he trails off, because... well, the word absolutely catches his eye - but, then he swallows, and finishes - ] - Right? { because oh man, this.. curse? whatever it is? it's really personal, even though the curiosity (and concern) is once again blatant on his face because he's never learned to hide a feeling in his life. ]
[ THE VIOLENCE OF THIS BETRAYAL ON YOU SPECIFICALLY
rondo is... by the pyre! he has his hands clasped together, and his eyes are closed when robin finds him - when she calls out, though, he immediately looks over, expression doing a little ! before it settles into something softer, a little sadder. ]
I did - you aren't injured, are you, Miss Robin...? I know to ask if you're alright is beyond the pale, [ considering aventurine is dead ] but...
[ yuul: how about robin and aventurine have a nice chat this thursday me: i don't trust you but ok!!
robin offers a small smile, but there is no cheer in it. there is no hiding her worry, a permanent and visible emotion for robin today and tomorrow because AVENTURINE IS DEAD. ]
I'm not injured. I am fine, in that way. It is - too worrying, too concerning what has happened. I don't understand why it happened at all. It was supposed to be two months.
[ the ocean is definitely the better place to be. rondo's the same - there's something so comforting about the fresh air, and god knows how long they'll be able to visit this place, so.
he has a smile for robin as he approaches, hand to his chest as he bows in polite greeting. it's a little more tired than usual, but no less warm as he looks out to the water. ]
Good evening, Miss Robin. I'm... [ well. not like. good.. everything is bad. ] ... I'm glad that the weekend has come to a close, to say the least. What about you?
[ happy monday! it's a nice time just to hang out in the cabin. or to be swallowed by a memory void. robin will notice as things go dark black that the world feels - hot. sticky, miserable, and hot, like standing in the very depths of hell. and, well.
when the memory ends, rondo is silent - his hand very lightly touches his throat, and he takes a short breath, to remind himself he can. alive, alive. ]
robin doesn't think that. what she thinks is that there are enough similar beats in this memory that it pangs her where hurts have yet to heal. she knows betrayal, and she knows loving despite betrayal. she knows fighting despite loving.
she watches where he touches his throat, and that is something she also knows. there is much she could say, much she can relate to, much she can sympathize with, but first, she must ask: ]
[ in the evening on monday, rondo can be found in the new city area!!! when he spots robin, it's alpha week, so he comes bounding over... well ok he'd do this anyway but still. ]
Miss Robin, Miss Robin! I want to show you something.
[ he's in the forest still!!! just sitting, curled up in a ball against the gravestone, head buried in his knees. it looks maybe like he hasn't moved at all since the investigation concluded.
but, he looks up when he's called - big, fat, ghibli tears dripping down his cheeks. he raises his wrist to his hand and wipes his eyes, and tries for a tiny smile. it does not work. ]
[ speaking of respite, robin enjoys getting away from urban settings and communing with nature, so here she is at the camp, content to watch squirrels, deer, birds, etc. run and fly around.
rondo's on his way to explore today, having eaten a truly heinous amount of fair food like the human garbage disposal that he is, and there's just something so, so nice about the camp area. when he hears robin's thoughts echo, he glances over from where he's walking.
Oh... Miss Robin's out here... she looks so happy. Better be careful not to disturb any of it, this time... Not the rats again... okay, quiet, quiet...
as he makes his way over as quietly as possible.... not even realizing his thoughts are just like, projected ]
[ we should be at the gacha store im sure you've had 25 pcs here already however. GACHA STORE.
anyway - this makes him laugh, immediately! he smiles too, hand to his chest, and bows in greeting. ]
I hope so. Some of them are much kinder than others. It's nice to see them all getting along, one way or another... [ a beat. ] Did you see Mr. Lucas as a doll?
[ can you believe it's finally week 7. it feels like week 7
anyway GOOD MORNING we're in the salon because of course we are. rondo's a little on guard, mostly because the surroundings have been Weird So Far, but things seem to be... relatively okay? at least for now. unless we do a heart game.
he smiles at robin as they make it to the front door, and then looks around... salon... ]
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It's a shame they all run away....
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... Ran away...? Did you see people here, miss...?
[ O: ]
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[ all life is precious.... ]
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week 0, monday!!
rondo is kneeling outside of the cabin on this fine morning! he has a white scrap of fabric in his hands, and it looks like he's... scrubbing the window! or, well, he's at least trying to. when he spots robin, though, he perks immediately. ]
Miss Robin! [ he waves!!! ] Good morning, are you all settled in?
[ on his cloak currently is an ink splatter phrase he hasn't yet noticed: Not being able to help him. ]
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Good morning, Mr. Rondo. Settled in... [ after being told they're here to be sacrifices. well, she doesn't look too terribly down or anything today. ] As well as I can be. You seem to be doing your best.
[ the word brother peeks out from under her glove. ]
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[ immediately, almost sheepish! he is still just a baby. as for the window, it is. it is not really getting that much better but he is trying...
but, yeah, that's the mood - as well as you can be. some of his ever present cheer fades just a little, but he smiles anyway, the sort to make the best of a bad situation. ] That's a good way to put it. We have to make do with what we can...
[ here, he trails off, because... well, the word absolutely catches his eye - but, then he swallows, and finishes - ] - Right? { because oh man, this.. curse? whatever it is? it's really personal, even though the curiosity (and concern) is once again blatant on his face because he's never learned to hide a feeling in his life. ]
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week 0, friday
Mr. Rondo, how are you? Did you see...?
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rondo is... by the pyre! he has his hands clasped together, and his eyes are closed when robin finds him - when she calls out, though, he immediately looks over, expression doing a little ! before it settles into something softer, a little sadder. ]
I did - you aren't injured, are you, Miss Robin...? I know to ask if you're alright is beyond the pale, [ considering aventurine is dead ] but...
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me: i don't trust you but ok!!
robin offers a small smile, but there is no cheer in it. there is no hiding her worry, a permanent and visible emotion for robin today and tomorrow because AVENTURINE IS DEAD. ]
I'm not injured. I am fine, in that way. It is - too worrying, too concerning what has happened. I don't understand why it happened at all. It was supposed to be two months.
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week 1, sunday
robin is standing on the edge of the shore, so the waves barely roll up to where she is. ]
Rondo. How are you after this weekend?
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he has a smile for robin as he approaches, hand to his chest as he bows in polite greeting. it's a little more tired than usual, but no less warm as he looks out to the water. ]
Good evening, Miss Robin. I'm... [ well. not like. good.. everything is bad. ] ... I'm glad that the weekend has come to a close, to say the least. What about you?
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w2 monday
funnily enough...
when the memory ends, rondo is silent - his hand very lightly touches his throat, and he takes a short breath, to remind himself he can. alive, alive. ]
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robin doesn't think that. what she thinks is that there are enough similar beats in this memory that it pangs her where hurts have yet to heal. she knows betrayal, and she knows loving despite betrayal. she knows fighting despite loving.
she watches where he touches his throat, and that is something she also knows. there is much she could say, much she can relate to, much she can sympathize with, but first, she must ask: ]
Are you alive back home? Did you survive this?
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week 3, monday night!
Miss Robin, Miss Robin! I want to show you something.
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she smiles in greeting. ]
Hello, Rondo. What is it?
week 3, friday
... Rondo.
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but, he looks up when he's called - big, fat, ghibli tears dripping down his cheeks. he raises his wrist to his hand and wipes his eyes, and tries for a tiny smile. it does not work. ]
Miss - ... Miss Robin.
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wk 3, sat
where's the girl ]
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she's looking up at all the lights, silently stargazing. ]
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week 4, monday
it'd be nice... if it could stay like this. ]
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rondo's on his way to explore today, having eaten a truly heinous amount of fair food like the human garbage disposal that he is, and there's just something so, so nice about the camp area. when he hears robin's thoughts echo, he glances over from where he's walking.
Oh... Miss Robin's out here... she looks so happy. Better be careful not to disturb any of it, this time... Not the rats again... okay, quiet, quiet...
as he makes his way over as quietly as possible.... not even realizing his thoughts are just like, projected ]
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ignores your dead body that i found
ara love me
week 6, monday
she smiles when she sees rondo. ]
Do you think all the curses are meant to keep spirits up, in whatever fashion?
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anyway - this makes him laugh, immediately! he smiles too, hand to his chest, and bows in greeting. ]
I hope so. Some of them are much kinder than others. It's nice to see them all getting along, one way or another... [ a beat. ] Did you see Mr. Lucas as a doll?
[ HE WAS SOOO CUTE ]
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week 7... monday
anyway GOOD MORNING we're in the salon because of course we are. rondo's a little on guard, mostly because the surroundings have been Weird So Far, but things seem to be... relatively okay? at least for now. unless we do a heart game.
he smiles at robin as they make it to the front door, and then looks around... salon... ]
...Whoa. What's all this for?
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GOOD MORNING at least robin knows what a salon is all about. ]
It's to pamper or beautify yourself. Your hair or your nails can be done.
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