nestingdevil | (no subject)

['what the heck else would i need you for?' she had said, and yet... here she is, sitting at the table with a plate filled with her words, just ready to get eaten. how embarrassing, but. she can't think of anyone else beyond him who can or would fulfill her request.

so greed will feel a familiar tingle if he just so happens to be wearing his mask, blindfold, or whatever he uses. a crow flapping and perching on a tree branch, pecking at her feathers before cawing, to let him know she is here: ]

Hey.

[ Set a few hours after this interaction.

Early afternoon. The sun is still high up, so there's time for this side trip. After preparing what he needs, Caelus heads out on a skateboard and beelines for Paradise Lost. Prior, he had to look up the location and ask for assistance among his roommates, as he can't read the local languages. Now with direction, he soon arrives at the… incredibly red entrance of The Devil's Nest.

Well, a fitting name for the look of this place. At least it's easy to find because of how much it stands out. It looks like a public establishment, so he doesn't knock when he enters. Maybe there'll be a bell at the door to signal his arrival for him. He leaves his skateboard somewhere near the door, then heads further in. Fully curious. ]

… Hello?

[ Sharon had started to notice it over the past week or so, a quiet sense that Greed was working toward something, but it isn't until after the dream, after a bit of his not-so-subtle nudging, that she finally decides to act on it. ]

What've you been plotting, Greed? [ No lead-in, no soft entry—she goes straight for the question. ]

Greed-san.

[ His tone isn't any different than it usually is - friendly, airy. Living in the Nest means that he gets to see things that he "can't ignore." However, this sort of talk is better in a chat like this than in person. ]

The face you've been wearing lately doesn't seem like yours.

Are you all right?

[The memories of the friends he attack while he was a Seeker haunted him when he woke up. What had he done? He had always been afraid of what he would become when his memories faded away and the mage part of his soul consumed him and Sleep gave him a nightmarish glimpse into that future.

The comforting presence of his tethers now made his soul ache and he left his bookstore before any of them came looking for him. The more he isolated himself, the more he felt himself slip away. But where could he go where he wouldn't hurt anyone else? A memory guided his steps to the Devil's Nest, his loneliness pulling across their tether as he approached Greed. His eyes were partly clouded with darkness as he struggled not to lose himself to his wraith's nature.]

Can I stay here for awhile?

グリードさん、こんにちは。

「マーマー」を通じてご連絡し、多大なるご迷惑をおかけしましたことを深くお詫び申し上げます。私は、あなたの日々の生活や、プライベートな時間に何を考えているかについて、口出しする権利があるなどと愚かにも思い込んでいました。私のような身分の低い従業員が、上司に対して「はい、承知いたしました」以外のことを言うべきではありません。

「スリープ」が今後どのような展開を見せるか分かりませんので、このようなことが二度と起こらないとはお約束できません。

また、あなたがこれを読めるかどうかさえ、定かではありません。

それゆえ、私の行動の多くは意味をなさなくなるかもしれませんが、私の行動の背後にある意図については、ご理解いただけるものと信じております。

もしあなたが望まれるのであれば、私はこれまで以上に一生懸命働きますので、どうかご理解ください。

改めて、私の過ちについて深くお詫び申し上げます。

麒飼遊人

Translation: Salutations, Greed-san.

I deeply apologize for the great inconvenience due to reaching out to you in the murmur. I foolishly believed that I had any right to tell you how to carry on with your day to day living and what you may be processing in your own time. A lowly employee like myself has nothing to say to their boss beyond "yes, sir."

I cannot promise that this will not happen in the future as I do not know what Sleep will have in store for us.

I also am uncertain if you can read this, at all.

Which renders much of what I am doing moot, but I believe you will understand the meaning behind what I have done.

Please understand I will work even harder for you, if you so desire.

Once more, I deeply apologize for my mistakes.

Kigai Yuuto

telepathic message (text) ◆ week 2

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Week 1 of Take Aim & Give

mid-april; event ; "i'm mean now" (telepathic message) | keeping promises

Take Aim & Give, Beginning of Week 1

a letter slid under his door