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the lawn - tuesday morning before classes - 3/25

It was a bit chilly out, but Liir was on the lawn with notebook in hand. He was attempting something of an experiment, mostly since his previous attempts at writing a letter back to his-- to Shell had proved a miserable failure. As such, he was both working on some math and budgeting while trying to write the letter; some of his magic texts had suggested that the mind occasionally was more helpful when distracted by something else.

And Ozma knew, anything was worth a shot at this point.

The location had been picked with that thought in mind as well: a bit cool, outdoors, with the wind and the grass... Not too easy to be distracted, except by a chill, and the cloak he had on (Karal's, not the Witch's) took care of that well enough.

[put up for one, but open obviously; everyone else is BEFORE the big brother, though] [eta: a touch of foul language in the michael thread]

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"Sorry. I don't always have great control. Cable's teaching me."

He wasn't looking at Liir.

"I have either no control or too much, so you're ahead of me," he said genially.

"Is something the matter, Michael?"

There was a brief pause.

"Ino?"

Almost reluctantly, he muttered the admission.

"She broke up with me last weekend."

He just nodded. He'd known it was coming, but a warning wouldn't have been very good and mentioning it now was closer to suicide than he liked to contemplate.

Well, not suicide but perhaps a couple of cooking-level burns.

Michael would feel terrible about it later, if that was any consolation.

Anyway, he mostly knew it was coming too.

"Not like she was ever gonna choose me anyway. She'd have to be crazy."

He blinked.

"Why? What's wrong with you?"

"I broke her room. I set things on fire when I get mad. Or break them, or blow them up... I could kill her so easy and not even mean to."

"To be fair, she could probably do the same," he said logically. Not the wisest move, but it's what came out.

"That sounds more difficult than 'wrong'," he followed it with. He couldn't see Ino, especially, backing down from that.

"Not the same way. We'd have to already be fighting for an accident like that", Michael pointed out. "But you know the thing, Liir? She doesn't want me because I'd feel bad if I killed her."

"You would?"

It was said very gently, like a man attempting to handle an empty egg shell without cracking.

"...well, yeah."

He really liked her, at the very least. But he wasn't comfortable with those words.

"Would that ever change?" he asked plainly.

"I don't know. Probably not."

"Can you still love her?"

And he was pretty sure that was the last question he'd ask.

"...I think I do."

He didn't know. He wasn't used to it.

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He nodded.

"That, to me, mind, would be the most important thing."

Everyone leaves, after all. It's what you felt that could change and it was there where things either helped you or harmed you. The same as with memories.

"I'm not going to tell her that", he said hastily. "Not now."

He blinked, because that didn't really have anything to do with anything, as he thought of it.

"No. It probably would only hurt right now."

Michael had funny ways of thinking sometimes.

"Yeah. I told her I wasn't going to beg. It'd be like that."

"You don't strike me as the type," he said.

He was. But that was besides the point.

"Not if I can help it."

He looked up at Michael.

"Need any help with anything?"

Anything.

Michael considered that, honestly, then shrugged.

"Don't know. Not right now, I guess."

"Then care to help me try and write this?"

He tapped the notebook page.

"I should get to work. But you can bring it there, if you want. Or I can come by later."

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