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[ Droite leans against a wall, a bit of an exasperated sigh escaping her. No, not exasperated. More... exhausted. Whether or not it's a physical or mental exhaustion, she isn't even entirely sure. Hell, she isn't even sure if she wants to block out the events of the day or not. Should she push it all away and risk a mental breakdown because she isn't confronting the issue? Or should she linger on it, embrace the act she's succumbed herself to do for the sake of ensuring Gauche stays oblivious to everything?

And it pains her, really. It hurts to have to be the one to actually protect him, despite the fact that he... thinks he's the one protecting her. It hurts, but there's nothing she can do about it. Heartland has her by the scruff of her neck, and this is how she has to ensure that Gauche knows nothing.

Carefully, Droite tilts her head to rest her head against the wall as well, eyes slipping shut as she takes a deep breath. She just needs a moment... ]

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cherubstotheright

[ Trick herself... No, she gets it, without him needing to explain further. It's... easy enough to trick herself with Heartland, isn't it? She could do it with faceless men, countless ones until it gets to her and she ends up needing a few days to rest herself before going back in. Heartland won't mind that, right? He won't mind her taking off a few days to rest properly every few weeks, especially if she's to stay a cherub and not descend into five territory.

Not... that there's necessarily anything wrong with what Kaito's doing. She wishes she could save him. She wishes she could take Gauche and Kaito and Haruto and just... run off with them, leave Heartland City, and go past the reach he has. But... well, that's just a useless dream, something she'd given up on a long time ago. ]

... Thank you, Kaito.

[ She starts to get dressed now, still intent on covering every inch of her skin that she can. Not out of shame, but out of decency. Because then no one has to feel as if they have to report something if they see her with marks or light bruises. It's why she'd started to wear such clothes to begin with. ]

You've helped more than you know, I think. But you've always been good at that, haven't you?

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illscreaminstead

[...He doesn't know what to say to that, not really. He folds his hands in his lap.]

Thank you.

But I'm not sure what you mean.

[Good at helping people? The only person he really knows he's helping is Haruto. This is...unusual, for him. This is because she's the same.]

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cherubstotheright

[ Ah. She supposes it's silly for her to expect him to remember what he'd done when they were younger, when they'd still been training. She'd already been touched by Heartland, dirtied and unwanted by anyone for a long term... anything. It makes sense.

Droite shakes her head as she smooths out her skirt, then pulls her white jacket on. No wonder he sees her as an angel. ]

Never mind it.

[ She pauses and gathers her things, then slips on her shoes and there's a steady click, click as she walks towards Kaito on the tile. ]

We can leave now, if you'd like.

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illscreaminstead

[If only he knew what she was thinking, so he could tell her she was wrong. So he could tell her she wasn't alone.

But he doesn't. He can't. He doesn't even know he needs to.

(He doesn't even think she would remember that time.)

So he nods. He pulls himself out of the chair.]

Is the park good?

[Where really it means, "do you think it's safe?"]

From:

cherubstotheright

[ Droite knows that it isn't quite 'safe', but as far as she knows... the cameras there are only to ensure that criminal activity doesn't go uncaught. Besides, Heartland has better things to watch over than a little trip to the park, doesn't he? ]

It'll do.

[ She makes her way to the doors, pushing one open and holding it open for Kaito once she steps through. It's... a habit, sort of. The times when Heartland doesn't have to be the one to open a door, she always holds it open for him, head lifted to look at him. Though this time, she has to look down, but it's still... reflex. ]

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illscreaminstead

[...it's odd, having the door held for him. It's a courtesy that isn't usually extended to him down here. He's not the kind of person someone would be polite to.

He gets an uneasy feeling when she does it. Like something's wrong. Like it's wrong, this gesture of strange, almost unfitting respect that she extends to him.

He looks back at her as they head towards the door to the outside.]

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cherubstotheright

[ It's respect that Droite does think he deserves, but it's... If she could figure out a way to show it otherwise, she would do that and reserve it just for Kaito. She would do the same for Gauche, too. They could all have their different shows of respect from her and she wouldn't have to feel so bad about it. Maybe she'll work on that.

At least with Kaito, she can walk behind him, or beside him. She doesn't have to endure a leer that makes her shiver uncomfortably. But the habit tries to kick in again, but she falters in her steps and lets Kaito leave first so she doesn't slip back into that.

She's trying, at least. And hopes beyond hope that he doesn't hold the door open for her, because she doesn't want to have to brush past him and feel as if it's Heartland being close. It's Kaito. She shouldn't be terrified. ]

From:

illscreaminstead

[He slips out the door, in his unobtrusive way, and he holds it briefly open behind him. Doesn't wait for her to walk past him, just...catches it so it doesn't close in her face.

It seems more of a gesture between equals, for them, he thinks. Given the way she held it for him, at least. The way she looked at his face.

(it was heartland, he knows it but he doesn't want to think about it)

He takes a deep breath, once he's outside. At least the air is clean in Heartland City.]

From:

cherubstotheright

[ Droite appreciates that. It's a much better alternative to what she'd hoped it wouldn't happen like, and she finds herself actually... offering him a hint of a smile. She's grateful for his ability to read body language, as ridiculous as it might seem to have reservations about a door being held open for her.

As she makes it outside, she releases a sigh to expel the lingering filth within her before inhaling the fresh air. ]

It's always nice to get out.

[ It's a bit of an awkward statement, considering the tension in the air, but at least it's something. ]