catch-all: summer penguin edition butter knife.

[rewriter]

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week one, saturday

[diluvian]

[ lambda started the day thinking it was bdsm and ended the day not thinking it was bdsm.

and it was bdsm. she's having a crisis, but at least her sweet shades are hiding the most of it. ]

I don't know how much I like this result.

[rewriter]

[rip. lambda... monika still did suspect them by the end, but it does very much feel like they did the whole equation wrong yet got the right result.]

... We don't know which one of them did it. So that complicates things.

[diluvian]

[ she shakes her head. ]

Now that it's confirmed it's them, I have a strong guess of which one of them it is.

[rewriter]

[... she sighs.]

Rang?

[diluvian]

[ that gets a short laugh out of her. ]

No, it's not him. He would murder Rin, but not like that.

[rewriter]

[she thinks back to rang strangling the hallucination

and closes her eyes.]

Actually, yeah. It wouldn't have been so... neat.

[diluvian]

[ she smiles, but there's no warmth or humor. ]

Precisely. It points neatly to someone, don't you think?

[rewriter]

He should have broken all of his nails.

[diluvian]

[ help. that gets another smile out of lambda. ]

You can wish that. I don't care nearly as much.

[rewriter]

I broke a promise and spent my Saturday in a McDonald's because of him, so I'm feeling a little petty.

[diluvian]

A promise?

[rewriter]

... With Rin.

It wasn't anything big, but it still leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

[diluvian]

A promise is a promise at the end of the day. It wouldn't be a promise, if it didn't have meaning.

[rewriter]

... I guess that's true. It needs to hold meaning to at least one of the parties involved.

[diluvian]

It wouldn't be a good promise if it didn't hold meaning to both parties, unless it's a promise you make to yourself.