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[marcato]

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[sweartoyou]

[He never lies. He never lies, but he wasn't as infallible as he thought he was, not that she would point it out even if she wasn't exhausted and feeling the ache in both her heart and her feet. And for a moment, it hadn't seemed at all like it was good to see her...but then he does that thing he does, that thing she was only just starting to learn because it was infinitely more convenient to pretend to be okay and compliant than to ask after your serial killer friend and get distressed when they refused to answer. He was so much better at it than her. He could look happy.

She wants him to be happy. His happiness meant hers, and that along with the familiar words plies her feet from the ground and brings her forward into the shop without question.]

[marcato]

[Once she's there, once she's inside, he hugs her. It's a tight embrace, the perfect imitation of a father who loves his child. He's never felt love, but he knows what it's supposed to look like. He knows how to pretend.

He pulls back from the embrace to study her face.]

You're human again.

[Like himself when he returned. Was this a sign? Were they the same?]

[sweartoyou]

Ah.

[It's a soft sound, almost something to be forgotten among the tick-tocking of clocks. The predictability alongside the feeling of arms tight around her make her sigh out the relief that hits like a violent wave. This... It had been so long, it may as well have never happened for her before. No mom or dad from back in that place that had turned hateful and hurtful, leaving her fond memories of a music box more than anything. Just this. Her perfect daddy.

Her free hand comes up, and while she wishes she were hesitant for fear of ruining his clothes, she just...needs this. With her laptop and her tired body, clinging to his shirt is her reciprocation. She submits readily to his inspection.]

...Yeah. I don't know why. Maybe because I wasn't a human or slime when I stopped being here last time. It's easier to travel, though...