PC CATCHALL FOR VAN ZIEKS

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You! Are! A grown man!

[Pressing a finger into his chest.]

Do you not have a mouth? I am ever as sure as the sky is blue that yes, indeed, you can speak without having to use young ladies as your messenger pigeon!

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[Looking down at the finger, affronted. Don't touch me, poor person. He slaps Sholmes' hand away.]

If that is the grievance you wish to file, then I assure you I will apologize to her, now leave my sight!

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Oh, so what? So you can hide here in your emotional castle?

[And now he's sighing, pinching the bridge of his nose.]

...If you have something to say to me, say it so directly.

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The only thing I have to say to you was included in my letter.

[He is just going to Choose To Not Percieve.]

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...

[He just looks at him for a moment.]

For someone making such a grand fuss about Mr. Kotetsu being weak-willed, I would task yourself to look in the mirror.

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[He is getting Fed Up!]

Why does it matter!? Surely you must feel the same way! To have done something like that-
[LOOKS AWAY.]

Given your prior... arrangements.

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...

[His head hurts. Maybe this is how Van Zieks feels having to deal with him.]

What are you talking about?

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.... With Mr Kaburagi?

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...

[He makes a very frustrated noise.]

I do not know how to say this, but...I will say it bluntly. I was cursed twice.

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....

[Ah. That thought hadn't even occurred to him.]
You really seem to have terrible luck with those.

Still, the bulk of my point stands.

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...

[He shakes his head.]

Can I ask you a question?

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I can't imagine it would actually stop you if I said no.

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[He is a bit wobbly on his feet. A long pause. He doesn't seem like he likes what he is about to ask.]

Do you or do you not still have feelings for me after all of that?

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[It's tempting to just offer a flippant "no," but...]

I... hold more respect for you than I would care to admit. But I don't have... those sort of feelings, towards you, no.

Are you quite alright?
[WHY are you wobbling.]

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...

[He looks up in the sky with an expression that could be either muted relief or a very long-suffering exhaustion.]

No. I did take a note from your book.

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[HE IS DRUNK.]

And what does that mean?

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[Mimes pouring a drink and drinking it?]

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......

Why are you drunk? It is not even past noon yet.

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[ANGRILY GESTURES TO HIM??]

What do you think? This whole blasted business, I do believe!

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If you had simply followed my instructions there would be nothing to be concerned about!

[WE JUST REPRESS IT AND MOVE ON AND RETREAT BACK INTO THE CLOSET.]

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Oh believe me, there is much to be concerned about here. There is another man tangled up in this mess, after all.

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Then go talk to him and stop bothering me. I am trying to remove certain thoughts from my mind and your presence isn't helping.

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[just]

[looking at him like wtf]

What thoughts?

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[The smell of him, the warm of Sholmes' lips on his own, the firmness of his hands, the painful desperate feeling of want and the overwhelmingly feeling of being wanted, feeling safe in another's arms-]

That is none of your concern.

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[just.]

[stares at him.]

If my existence is bringing on these thoughts.....oh, don't tell me.

[STARING UP AT THE SKY AGAIN WHICH IS THE OCEAN PLEASE HELP HIM HE IS NOT DRUNK ENOUGH FOR THIS]

You probably want to. I don't know. Kiss me again, or something of the like.