( beau )

[hamaoned]

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wk 3; monday

[hamaoned]

[ well clearly since a bunch of new things opened up, ken will be out and about exploring all of them. though, what he ends up gravitating towards, for the moment, is the drawing room where he's currently trying his hand at origami.

or he would be until he's brought to a familiar place ( just watch until 2:10 ) with someone who is no longer of this world. rather, someone who is giving it her all so that everyone is able to have a chance to live. the fullness of his stomach and the shyness of his feelings...

it's a quietness that he obviously misses. ]

Senpai...

[disreguarded]

[ oh, huh. she's not expecting that when she walks into the room, and it causes her to pause, holding onto the doorframe with an oof of a sound. it's not the first time she's experienced this, fortunately, but.

she comes out of it with a sort of melancholy, clearing her throat. quietly: ]

Fuck.

[hamaoned]

[ the fact that he realizes that he was not the only person who saw the memory—ken immediately turns around to see beau but words don't come to him right away. ]

I—

[ he looks at the crumbled crane in his hands. crushed by his shock of realizing his memories weren't his own for that brief moment. ]

...sorry.

[ what else can he say? it's not as though she wanted it. he didn't want to remember it either. well, not right then. ]

[disreguarded]

[ she shakes her head, lifting a hand. ]

Don't apologize, you didn't do it on purpose. [ she frowns, though. ] You okay? She seemed... nice.

[hamaoned]

[ he'll smile at her briefly, but the smile won't quite reach his eyes which remain quite sad. ]

She was. [ clearly he's having a time to figure out how to navigate what all happened. if she didn't know he was an orphan now, she probably knows now and it would be hard to ignore the feelings. ] She was my senpai—uh, my upperclassman.

[ he wants to say more but he doesn't know how to go about it. ]

[disreguarded]

[ huh. beau just quietly makes her way over to sit down. ]

Sorry. I don't know what to say. [ she admits after a moment, frowning. she's not good at this. ]

[hamaoned]

[ he'll scoot a little bit over to make sure there's plenty of room for her to feel comfortable...and a bit of space between him and her. ]

You don't have to say anything.

[ mainly because this was the softest of the memories he had of her—the beginning when things were still so innocent but sad for different reasons. but also because he understands. this isn't the easiest. ]

There's not a lot to say about it. [ ...would beau like a poorly made paper crane??? ] Or, well, you don't need to push yourself to think of something to say.

w4, tuesdayish

[disreguarded]

[ beau keeps an eye out for everybody in this mansion every week, and ken is no different, now - she comes into the game room to blow off some steam playing one of those dance games, but when she spots ken, she smiles and waves.

she has a distinct Stressed Out aura to her and her mask is a little more cracked than the last time he saw her, but it's fine. ]

Hey. What're you up to?

[hamaoned]

[ well, ken's mask is no more cracked than it was before as it's pretty severely cracked to begin with. kind of surprising how it stays on his face. ]

Hello, and I guess the same thing that anyone else here is trying to do. [ he'll offer her a small smile and tries not to point out the obvious...yet. ] Deal with everything that is going on and trying to figure it out all at once.

[ aka he's currently playing s*per m*rio on a handheld before she stopped in. ]

[disreguarded]

[ what an answer that is. she huffs, slightly amused. ]

Mind if I watch you play? I suck ass at those, but they look fun. [ she doesn't know the buttons so she just gets mad and does Property Damage instead. ]

[hamaoned]

[ he is honest if nothing else. ]

Sure. I'm still learning how to play it myself.

[ he'll let her look over his shoulder at the game. if she takes a closer look at ken's face injuries, he's still bandaged rather nicely but the bandage on his cheek less thick. ]

Chuuya was the one who showed it to me.

[disreguarded]

[ ha ha it was a ruse to see if his injuries are healing, which she does every time she sees him now. she's subtle about it but - ken's an observant kid, he might notice. ]

Yeah? He any good at it? [ she comes over to flop down next to him, peering over his shoulder. she's not good at personal space so if he wants her to move away, he can just shove her face. ] ... Are you good friends with him?

[hamaoned]

[ ken's trying to keep his mind occupied on things for the time but he doesn't miss the way that she's scooting closer to him. is it the video game? it's probably the video game but also... well, he'll let it go. ]

I don't think so. [ he'll try to tilt his head but immediately flinch to stop. not that he misses a beat in terms of speaking. ] There are levels that I get stuck on.

[ and as soon as beau questions about if they're good friends, ken's demeanor drops. he keeps trying to be pleasant overall, however. his reply is quite soft. ]

No, I wouldn't say that we're good friends but I'd like to consider us friends at the very least.

wk4; friday

[hamaoned]

[ hey, so we all know what's coming, right? so, have a kid who is may or may not look as though he has been doing his best to not cry as he makes it over to a room he has likely not visited before this very moment.

though on a whim he'll give a knock just...to see if a certain someone is inside. ]

...Beau?

[disreguarded]

[ she is indeed. the door is unlocked, and she just tiredly, lifelessly says: ]

Come in. It's open.

[ if he comes in - she's wrapped in blankets, sitting up against the bed. her hair is down and arranged over her mask - but that doesn't cover the sickly green glow that comes from it. she also looks like she has been crying.

also it smells like perfume. weird. ]

[hamaoned]

[ of course he comes in, but he comes in slowly and without making himself known other than when he spoke. well, up until he very casually joins her but also giving her plenty of space.

probably more for him than her. ]

I didn't take for you to be the type to wear perfume.

[ look, he's just being honest here. let them dance around the elephant for a moment. ]

[disreguarded]

[ she hiccup-laughs, bringing a hand up to scrub at her face. ]

I don't. I think it's the curfew effect. It's all I can smell. [ it's giving her a headache. and she's - kind of happy to dance around the elephant. ]

[hamaoned]

[ unfortunately? fortunately?? the elephant gets to have some more time to dance because there's something that stood out to him. ]

I smelled the same thing near the salon.

[disreguarded]

... Really? [ she glances at him, clenching her fists. she winces at that. ] It must be related. I was - I was in the closet, last night.

And... [ she might as well - she shows him her hands. her fingertips are freshly singed. ] Woke up with these. Something must have happened on that floor.

is it really still wk 4; saturday

[hamaoned]

[ there is so much sadness in this post i cannot get over it but here comes ken back to beau (and phoenix's) room sniffling. he took some time to compose himself instead of just bawling on her like he did at trial... but he's still got some tears that are stubborn.

so about that journal? ]

Is it locked?

[ always polite, of course. ]

[disreguarded]

[ right this cr was just angsty from the start.

if it helps, she doesn't point out his tears. she's got a few lingering of her own, but. she gestures for him to come over and look. she's got her copy on the bed. ]

Nope. It's not. He... wrote about us.

[hamaoned]

[ ken is just a sad child. i hate it. and he'll come join beau where she is. there will always be space between them but it's not as big as before. ]

I...saw.

[ and the thought of the letter makes him choke up for a moment. ]

He was really working so hard. He spoke to so many of us.... [ except wow this still hurts like a fresh wound. ] He wrote everything down—all of the stuff I had told him.

[disreguarded]

[ she doesn't push, as much as she really wants to wrap an arm around him. redheads, man, they all want their space. she lets him sit as close as he wants, and pushes the sheet of paper that has both of their notes on it towards him. ]

I think he's right. Trucy would really like you. [ she says, soft. ] From what I saw of her, anyway.

[hamaoned]

[ he already held her hand and cried. they've maxed out on physical touch. ]

Y..yeah, I thought so too.

[ because ken also saw those memories and it's not hard to tell what line that ken re-reads that gets him stopping from speaking for a moment. he's still clutching phoenix's pin to his chest like if lets go for a second he'll lose it forever. ]

Did he ever try to tell you how hard it was to kill him?

[disreguarded]

[ she laughs, and it's a bit hiccupy - the way someone trying not to cry does, as she furiously wipes at her eyes. ]

Yeah. Yeah, he did. I'm so fucking mad at him. [ not really. but. ] He goes and writes about how he has to keep us alive and - and then dies himself, I could... I could just.

[ sniff. ]