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[ahappylie]

Well...at least I can move the mask to the side. How is everyone else doing with their costumes? Isn't the town interesting? I've never seen anything like it! It's so strange~

[Souji is dressed like this with a mask like the ones to the right, but moved to the side so it doesn't cover his face. He doesn't like his costume at all. It brings back bad memories. But taking it off did nothing and he hates just sitting in his room all day.

If people are out and about, he can be found just about anywhere in town looking at the decorations, poking at the buildings, or taking Saizou for a walk. Eventually, he'll end up back at House 50 with Saizou in tow so he can feed the little piglet before the pig decides to eat someone.]

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[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

Then you should come over! We're in House 50 and Ayumu-san makes the best meals~

[targetprime.livejournal.com]

I'll remember your offer.

]But he makes no promise to actually go. :|a He's far too antisocial to just knock on someone's door out of the blue.]

[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

Promise you'll come some time. It really is worth the trip.

[targetprime.livejournal.com]

I'll see what I can do.

[AGAIN WITH HIS VAGUE ANSWERS. This is pretty normal until he gains some degree of...affection...for you. And even then he's still pretty evasive.]

[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

I'll hold you to that~

I'll even make sure Saizou behaves - [Behind him, the pig grunts unhappily] - so we can all enjoy a meal together.

[targetprime.livejournal.com]

[How about we just eat him instead.]

That's kind of you.

[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

[How about no. :| ]

Good! Then I'll tell Ayumu-san to expect another for dinner!

[targetprime.livejournal.com]

[...Oh shit.]

...Today?

[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

Are you busy this evening?

[targetprime.livejournal.com]

...It's not really the most optimal time for a dinner party.

[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

Hm...that's true. Then...How about once all the Halloween things are over?

[targetprime.livejournal.com]

We'll see.

[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

[And he holds out his pinky finger.]

Make that a promise or I'll keep bothering you.

[targetprime.livejournal.com]

[...He just stares. You're the first person to pull this on him. Silvites have no need for silly things like pinky promises. :|b]

...Okay?

[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

[He reaches up and takes Ramirez's hand, hooking their pinkies together.]

There. Now you can't break the promise, understand?

[He lets go and smiles.]

[targetprime.livejournal.com]

[And he is going to look severely uncomfortable throughout this whole process. In fact, Souji will probably feel him stiffen and jerk back a little once he touches him. Ramirez doesn't particularly care for contact. He withdraws his hand the second Souji lets him go, rubbing it nervously against the side of his pants.]

Alright. Fine.

[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

[He notices that and keeps it in mind for later.]

I'm sorry if I upset you. But I do hope you come to see us. It's no fun being alone.

[targetprime.livejournal.com]

[...It's so hard to keep this up. Souji continuously proves to be completely unruffled by him. Plus, costume or not, he still seems pretty feminine; it's throwing him off his game. He was always nicer to girls. :(

So...he may be softening a little. Maybe. Just a little. BUT IT'S NOT LIKE HE LIKES YOU OR ANYTHING.]

...No, don't trouble yourself. I was just surprised.

...It's a kind offer, but I wouldn't want to put your companions in an uncomfortable position; I don't particularly know anyone in your household.

[Backpedal. Backpedal. This is actually true though; he would feel pretty awkward just dropping by.]

[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

[He's used to dealing with grumpy people.

And don't worry, Ramirez. Souji likes you. 8) Or...rather, worry. He won't leave you alone now.]

Oh, that's true... Hm...Then we should introduce you! One or two of them are quite friendly, but the other two... [He laughs a bit.] Actually, the other two you might get along better with. They're a lot like you.

[targetprime.livejournal.com]

[What is that supposed to mean. :C]

...Really.

[...He's not sure how to take that information, actually.]

[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

[Souji smiles and pushes his mask further out of his face.]

Yes. They don't talk a lot, either, and some people think they can be kind of scary or mean, but they're really not. They're good people. They just don't show it like everyone else.

[targetprime.livejournal.com]

[Good people. It hits him hard, and close to home. Good people. What an interesting way of putting it. Did that mean he was a good person, even after so willingly abandoning the only friend he had growing up to a life of loneliness on the Great Silver Shrine?

Hah. It was only poetic justice that Fina would be the one to leave him here.

Fina, Fina, Fina. He had forcibly pushed the thought of her far out of his mind, but it was back now, tugging insistently at his heartstrings. Was he a good person, then? Leaving her there and then selfishly wanting her back?

No. This man was sorely mistaken.]

I see.

[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

[He said something wrong and he can tell. The way Ramirez's tone seems to quiet and his entire demeanor settles is obvious to someone who spent so much of his life watching other people.

He stops smiling and lowers his gaze slightly. He'd only meant to cheer Ramirez up and it seems he's done the exact opposite. It's times like these that he's reminded that he can't always cheer everyone up and that he doesn't always know the right thing to say. He wishes he did, but he doesn't.]

...I'm sorry. I seem to have upset you.

[targetprime.livejournal.com]

[It's too much. He didn't want to think about Fina. He didn't want to think about the fact that he would most likely never see her again. He didn't want to think about the fact that he was stuck here with nothing to do until further notice.

But there they are, dancing in front of his mind, and again he gets that feeling of someone scraping sandpaper against the red, raw organ that was his heart.

And it's too much. He doesn't trust himself to stare stonily ahead, so he turns his face away, tilting his head down and allowing his hair to fall like a curtain around his face. Had he been a weaker man, he might have actually collapsed from the emotional pressure that was suddenly bearing down upon him. The cold stoicism and deep passion are only separated by several layers of very thin skin and Souji, though unintentional it may have been, managed to find the correct wording in order to make it spring a leak. His mouth opens; there's a tremor to his voice when he speaks.]

..I-I'm sorry. It's just-

[...Wait. What was he doing? More importantly, how was he planning to end that sentence? Spill his heart out to a man he's only met once before? His mouth claps shut again and he lapses back into silence, spending several uncomfortable minutes pushing the lid back on his feelings. He looks up again, his jaw set in a stern, grim line and speaks with an odd, tightly controlled voice.]

...Forgive me. I must have made you uncomfortable.

It's nothing important, so please, don't trouble yourself.

[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

[There was a brief moment when Souji thought maybe Ramirez was going to open up, but the window passed too soon and the man closed off again. He's used to seeing that sort of thing, however, so he merely waits until Ramirez has collected himself.

He's noticeably colder towards Souji, however, which makes the swordsman a little sad.]

If anything, I'm the one who made you uncomfortable.

[He pauses, dropping his eyes as he thinks before looking back up at Ramirez with a sad smile.]

I never meant...

[He sighs a little and tries again.]

I hope there is someone here you can speak with, Ramirez-san. It's no good to keep everything locked away inside.