pc catchall for shirasu (wagashis)

[foodbin]

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week zero, post trial.

[foodbin]

[It's a while before she heads to the kitchen. She isn't very hungry, but she imagines most people wouldn't have an appetite at a time like this. It seems like somewhere she won't have much company.

Despite that, when she walks inside and sees Shirasu, she doesn't seem to mind too much. She raises a hand in greeting, even if her eyes just glance down at the ground, dejected.]

...Hey there.

[wagashis]

Hello.

[He already has a mug of tea in his hands, but he gives her a nod before he takes another slow, deliberate sip. It's steadying, he thinks.]

I'll make you some as well, if you'd like to stay a while-- but I won't blame you if you don't have the stomach for it.

[foodbin]

It's a nice offer.

[But the lack of agreement is probably notable.]

Does it help you?

[wagashis]

I find it calming, yes.

[He takes the lack of agreement for what it is, though, and doesn't bother offering again.]

Though there's only so far that can go, in situations like this.

[foodbin]

[She nods.]

We just have to find out what to do so this doesn't happen again.

[wagashis]

It seems we've made a good start, if we're to be purifying the correct person. With a little luck, perhaps that'll be all there is to it.

[...but things are very rarely that easy. He wouldn't put money on it.]

[foodbin]

[A laugh, embittered rather than amused.]

I wouldn't exactly call this a good start, you know.

[wagashis]

...as much of one as we can possibly have, given the circumstances.

[There's a sigh from him, another sip of tea.]

We could've gotten it wrong, after all.

[foodbin]

...I guess we've got you to thank for that.

[If she sounds upset, it's more at the situation.]

[wagashis]

I'd like to think it would have come out, regardless of who brought up her name.

[The information was on her scroll-- maybe it would've been later, even if only slightly, but he hopes someone else would have done it.]

[foodbin]

I don't think most people would be first in line to bring up a detail that implicates a kid in something like this, actually.

[A small sigh.]

Some people wouldn't even vote for her once we had a pretty good idea of what happened.

[wagashis]

I can understand their hesitance. It's an unfortunate situation, no matter how one looks at it.

[There's a sigh of his own as he sets the cup down for now, shaking his head.]

But one that had to be handled, regardless.

[foodbin]

You seem calmer about it than most people would be.

[There's a touch of curiosity in her voice.]

[wagashis]

It's not uncommon where I come from, unfortunately. The times are turbulent-- though I'm unused to having a child as the culprit.

[foodbin]

[She pauses for a moment.]

How much of this scenario wasn't uncommon, exactly...?

[wagashis]

The corruption, and her age.

[A thoughtful pause, and-]

I suppose also the fact that we all had to come together to locate her; normally a separate force would be in charge of both that and an execution.

[the murder part, though? not new at all.]

[foodbin]

Well, at least you're not familiar with the more horrifying parts of everything that happened, I guess.

[...]

You know I'm going to have to ask about the smell thing, though.

[wagashis]

Is it truly that strange?

[sometimes, you just have a very sensitive nose?]

[foodbin]

Yes, it is.

[bluntly.]

[wagashis]

[he just... shrugs, pretty much.]

It's always been fairly sensitive. I never really considered that to be something odd.

w1, early tuesday

[wagashis]

[It's not at all unusual for him to be around at odd times-- someone might question if Shirasu ever actually sleeps or not, if they paid enough attention to his habits. It Is A Mystery.

Right now, though, he's up and about at an early hour, showing little sign of any actual tiredness, so maybe he's just an extremely early riser? He does look a little surprised to see someone else awake, though, and he pauses to give her a little nod of acknowledgement.]

Awake already? Or have you not slept, yet.

[foodbin]

Sleep is for the weak.

[She greets him with the kind of easy sarcasm she's used, but something in her tone might reinforce that it's the second option. The casualness sounds too forced, too tired.]

How about you?

[foodbin]

[It's only then that she loosens up slightly, giving a small laugh.]

So you didn't have to go through some elite training protocol for your nose? Shocking.

[wagashis]

Of course not. Would something like that be expected, where you're from?

[a genuine question-- but he sounds faintly amused, as well.]

[wagashis]

Sometimes weakness is not necessarily a bad thing, you know.

[If sleep is for the weak then maybe she should concede to it, because she definitely seems tired? Hm.]

I've always been an early riser myself.