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[catchabreak]

[ 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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[stormbelow]

[welp, he is! just a little.] What are you conflicted about?

[catchabreak]

[ hnngh should've seen that one coming. lipbite, um. ]

I mean, there's... Why we're trained the way we are. All the rules and stuff. Going... [ a sigh. ] Going out on jobs or missions or whatever. You know, why... why do I keep doing-- why do I keep letting them make me go, that sort of thing.

[stormbelow]

[...hmm. he's going to drink just on principle, for that.]

...truth.

[he meant to say dare, actually. he's not sure why he didn't.]

[catchabreak]

[ Yuuki drinks, too, a little surprised at having admitted that much. ]

I'm running out of good questions, you know. What do you... hm. What do you think is one of the best decisions you've ever made?

[stormbelow]

It's your game.

[also, that is a really tough question, he's got like three and a half centuries to reflect on! sheesh. lots of answers are too personal, others seem a little premature.

but...]

My tattoo.

[catchabreak]

[ How unexpected! She grins, about to say something-- but she's not quite sure what she was meaning to say, so she fills in the space with something else. ] Oh, well, now I've got a bunch more.

Um... Dare.