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[ If you've met Yuuki before, there might be something unsettlingly familiar about the girl who's currently curled up in one corner of a sofa. She's utterly absorbed in the contents of the file folder she's got balanced on her legs, until she flips the folder shut and looks up, as if trying to memorize something-- and then her face falls, abruptly. ]

Aw, you're kidding me!

[ She brightens up again quickly, though, tucking the folder under the cushion and addressing the Room at large. ]

Hey, let's play a game. Like, truth or dare, or the question game, or something? Please?

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...Actually, I'm still going to say that truth or dare is worse.

What if we put them together. [ because combining two terrible ideas totally makes a good one right? ] Like take a drink for every truth you refuse to answer and every dare you refuse to do.

[suspicious look...]

[ Er. Hopeful silence and a winning smile? ]

...hell. Fine, but I reserve the right to change my mind anytime I want.

[because apparently he hasn't been embarrassingly drunk enough times, or something.]

Yes! [ She does a bounce of victory on the sofa cushion before settling back into the corner. ] Okay, I did promise to let you go first, so gimme a dare.

[ Way too eager to bother with getting all set up with drinks before starting. ~~Also possibly way too confident that there isn't a dare she won't do.~~ ]

[sighing, he pulls out his phone to text work and have them send him his favorite blood cocktail -- and that fancy mixed whatever that they made for Yuuki last time, since she's too damn cocky to get herself something. he agreed to this, didn't he. he's part of this now.

nevertheless, he's not going to start with the really crazy stuff right off the bat. (maybe if he's decent about it, she will be too, hm.)]

I dare you to... mm, bark like a dog at the next person who tries to talk to you.

Dare accepted, but now I have to remember and wait for someone to talk to me to actually do it. [ Sigh. Remembering is such hard work, obvs. ]

Sooo truth or dare?

I'll remind you. Truth. [yes, he is that guy. drinks are here, btw.]

Ooh, it's that thing from last time! [ grin of omg you're the best. ]

Uh... I had one-- right. Is it true, that thing about vampires and the sun?

We can't go outside in daylight, I assume that's what you mean. Supposedly my kind can manage on overcast days with heavy sunscreen and full body cover, but it's still a big risk, not really worth taking.

Yeah, that's what I was asking. I was talking to this guy and the whole sunlight thing came up. Do you get really bad sunburns, or...? [ clearly forgetting that truth = one question. ]

[amused--] Truth or dare, Yuuki?

Oh. Uh...

Truth.

How many times have you almost died on one of your extracurricular assignments?

[ Oh gosh. Yuuki seriously contemplates the drink for a few seconds. ]

Define 'almost died.'

Do I need to?

[ Suddenly this drink is absolutely fascinating. She stirs it slowly with the skewer of fruit. ] Some things are kinda hard to classify. Like one time I got shot while wearing a bulletproof vest, so I'm not sure if that counts as almost dying, because it hit the vest and all I had was broken ribs. So if you count that, three times. If not, then just twice. [ A shrug and a sigh. ]

Truth or dare?

[his eyes are narrowed, but he doesn't try to press the issue.]

Truth.

If you knew how everything was going to turn out, and you actually had a choice, would you choose to be a vampire?

[...he is visibly taken aback by the question. for a moment or two, he doesn't answer or drink.]

[ Okay, she does feel slightly guilty about that one now-- it was only supposed to be slightly uncomfortable. Arashi's question got her remembering arguments she's had with her teachers about what sorts of things are inevitable and whether or not, in certain situations, she had a choice. And 'sorry' doesn't quite seem like the right thing to say, but she can't think of anything else, so... ]

Sorry.

[he's got his own questions he could ask, to qualify hers -- whether or not he would have his choice of how he was turned, whether he would be able to decide the circumstances -- but, in the end, he doesn't bother. there is no way to compare the past to the present. he just drinks.]

[ She waits until Arashi's done drinking before speaking again. ]

Okay, give me another truth. It's only fair.

[you'd think he might take the opportunity to get another shot in, but that question was more than a little disturbing, and it's left him a bit shaken.]

...mm.

What is your family like?