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trustfelled2017-06-24 07:34 pm
carnivorously) wrote in trustfelled2017-06-24 07:34 pm
Kind words do not cost much. Yet they accomplish much.
[Well, that was one hell of a trial. Kogami’s tired and hungry. He’ll get his staple hamburgers, but maybe he’ll be nice enough to help make some for everyone.
So there’s a note that goes out:]
Food in the dining hall – K, P, Q, & R
[It’s quickly written and straightforward.
And indeed there is food. There’s a shitton of hamburgers made by Kogami and Rose, the sliced cheese prepared by Pizzaz, and cake by QQ. Pickles, ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise and other such condiments are set out as well as an assortment of buns.
There’s not lighted candles this time, so it’s clear that the usual preparers didn’t help with this ‘buffet’. (Well, if it wasn’t clear with the note).
So rest, relax, and well, you’re probably going to have to get your own drinks this time, sorry…]
So there’s a note that goes out:]
Food in the dining hall – K, P, Q, & R
[It’s quickly written and straightforward.
And indeed there is food. There’s a shitton of hamburgers made by Kogami and Rose, the sliced cheese prepared by Pizzaz, and cake by QQ. Pickles, ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise and other such condiments are set out as well as an assortment of buns.
There’s not lighted candles this time, so it’s clear that the usual preparers didn’t help with this ‘buffet’. (Well, if it wasn’t clear with the note).
So rest, relax, and well, you’re probably going to have to get your own drinks this time, sorry…]
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She's a person of familiar habits herself - the one that craves being useful. Something as simple as slicing the pie and handing it out keeps her heart rate slow and even]
Steinbeck-san is your colleague, yes? [She remembers his mention a week ago] I'm glad you have someone back at home to help...
[She shakes her head a bit, trying to clear it. The damp is still in there, making it hard to think] ... For years, when I was little, I barely talked to anyone. Even my brother. I thought that it was inconvenient if I told anyone want I wanted, so I... just stopped wanting things.
It wasn't until I was 13 that I met someone like Steinbeck - someone who had a better time talking to others, and to me, I suppose. He taught me how to speak up again...
But it's harder now -- I think it's harder than when I was little. [She's rambling, she knows, but the words are on autopilot and she watches them disappear into the air] Back then, I convinced myself it didn't matter what I said, but everyone here seems to think the opposite...
[She doesn't get it, how anyone can pay attention to the doll without strings. It's not as if Grandfather molded her into anything outside her intended role]