wash it all away;

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

[In the laundry room, someone's attempting to wash out quite a mess. He's bringing over a heap of clothes soaked in blood, hoping it'll still wash out even if he forgot to leave them in cold water first. But hey, dumping a bloodstained mess of clothes into the washer isn't suspicious at all, right?]

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[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[it's like she's stalking you or something peeks in and promptly looks very worried.]

Please tell me that's not your blood.

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

...Only some of it.

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[so sorry!]

Were you badly hurt? Have you gotten healed?

[worry fret etc.]

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

I'm fine. Just taking care of my clothes at this point.

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[that's good to know! or. not know. whatever.]

So who else's blood is it?

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

...Envy's dead.

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

You killed her?

[surprised, confused, curious; pick an emotion.]

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

Mmm.

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

Why?

[steps closer. at least she doesn't sound angry or disappointed or anything like that? she figures he must've had a good reason.]

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

I wanted to.

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

Mm. Is that really it?

[she does sound a tiny bit disappointed, but she's trying to mask it.]

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

That's it.

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

I see.

[quiet for a moment before she lets out a heavy sigh.]

Hydrogen peroxide works pretty well on getting out blood, by the way. Dunno where you'd find enough to get all of that out, though.

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

Somewhere in here, I imagine. Ri suggested cold water, although it's a little late for that now.

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

Hydrogen peroxide is usable so long as you haven't washed it yet.

[shrugs.]

It's what I've been told, anyway.

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

Too late, it's already in the washer.

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

Well hopefully it all comes out.

[s-sigh.]

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

Like it matters. It's not called the dressing room for lack of clothes.

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[she is getting nasty vibes why do you do this :c]

Still...

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

What?

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[she wasn't really scolding, though. ;_; just. smiles a bit.]

Nothing.

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

...Fine.

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[looks a bit sad for a moment before smiling again.]

Anyway, good luck. I'm going to go grab something to eat.

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[blinks as he passes, then follows after him.]

Are you alright, Riku?

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

I'm fine.

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[frowns.]

You know, if you don't want to tell me, you could just say so.

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

I just did, didn't I?

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[SIGH. goes to gather sandwich materials.]

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[hums quietly to herself as she makes the sandwich, nearly slicing her hand when she cuts up a tomato.]

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[--swears quietly in French, sucking on her finger.]

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[doesn't notice, moving to put the leftover ingredients back in the fridge one-handed.]

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

...What happened.

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[glances over at him, lowering her hand from her mouth, which puts the relatively small cut in view.]

It's nothing, just didn't pay attention.

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[shakes her head and puts the rest of the stuff away before going back to her sandwich.]

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

...You're mad.

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

Not really.

[finishes making the sandwich and goes back to the fridge to get a drink.]

Though I'm curious why you lied to me when you could've easily just said "no, I'm not fine, but I'd rather not talk about it".

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

Because you would have pushed anyway.

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

No, I would've wondered what had gotten you in a mood, like I'm doing now, but I would've let you be.

[acquires fruit juice!]

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

Right.

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[sighs and gathers her sandwich and juice, heading for the door.]

I'm sorry if I've done something to upset you.

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[would stop if he talked. just gonna... head on out, then.]