5th Memory [Text]

[in_loveless_memory]

[He doesn't want to talk to anyone. He doesn't want to see anyone at the moment either. His brother is gone, his other best friend is gone... Soubi is gone. While he knows he'll see Youji again when he gets home... however long... But Soubi and Seimei? He doesn't know. Like so much in his life, he doesn't know if he'll see them again.]

How often do people return after they leave? Is there... some sort of rate of possibility?

[Because if he can have it in numbers, have it in some sort of concrete fact, he can rationalize it better. He can handle the possibility of percentage about seeing his brother again. At home he has no idea when he might see Seimei again, but here, here couldn't there just be something... concrete?

He knew there wasn't. He knew that it was as unpredictable as anything else.

He was just in denial, it was something he was good at.]

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[in_loveless_memory]

I... yeah... alright. Hel House isn't really where I want to be right now.

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[firstbeliever]

Loki District, the Guardian Ice Rink.

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[in_loveless_memory]

.... Alright...

[Honestly, he didn't want to. He didn't want to be at Hel house though. Or anywhere, for that matter. But Jamie was a tolerable company.

So his going is slow, making his way towards the ice rink in question.]

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[firstbeliever]

[He'll be better company today than he had in the past. Mostly because he can understand this - he can understand the loss of someone cared for.

Jamie is standing just inside the rink, leaning against the mini-fridge Jack set up for popsicles. Cereus is next to him with Jamie's hand resting on his head. When Ritsuka comes inside, the boy looks up at the other one and gives him a hesitant smile.]

Hi.

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[in_loveless_memory]

Hi. [He mouthed, offering the slightest of waves as he came inside.]

Thanks.... [He can't promise he'll do anything more than sit on a bench, Jamie, but it's a bench you're giving him.]

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[firstbeliever]

[He'd give anything but if a bench is what Ritsuka wants, then that's fine too. Jamie lifts a foot on to the bench and begins freezing one of his laces.]

Did your brother go home?

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[in_loveless_memory]

My brother... my best friend... my... [well no point in hiding it now.] well I don't know what I would call Soubi, but they all left... and all today.

[He couldn't even call Soubi his fighter, because Soubi had picked Seimei.

Even in this little way, didn't he pick Seimei? Yet again.

Oh... his shoulders slumped forward as he just kept sitting on the bench.]

All gone. And... while I will get to see Youji again.

[He didn't know when or if he'd ever get to see Seimei and Soubi again.]

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[firstbeliever]

[That was a lot of people. Jamie hadn't lost that many. Tooth was like his mother, Arthur was a friend and Sandy was still gray and missing. He was worried that the Sandman would disappear like Tooth had.

He nods in understanding.]

It's hard, losing people here.

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[in_loveless_memory]

Jamie... please... don't... Don't... be like everyone about this. Don't tell me what I already know.

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[firstbeliever]

Sorry. [He's not saying sorry because of the losses.]

Do you want to go see what Santa's making in his workshop?

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[in_loveless_memory]

[His ears perked. It wasn't about his brother, or Youji, or Soubi. It was...]

Yeah... that'd be cool. [It would keep his mind off of things.]

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[firstbeliever]

[Sliding off the bench he leads the way towards the back of the ice rink, where a door leads to a set of stairs and the apartment upstairs. When they get to the second floor of the apartment, Jamie knocks on the door to North's workshop first before opening the door slowly. It wouldn't do to accidentally break things.

Might be a bit of a mess inside after the last madness came through (or maybe it's just North). There are toys everywhere, some of them broken, papers, a globe of Asgard, a model of the city, a plate that's been emptied of cookies but the room looks warm and inviting.]

He still makes toys. [Jamie picks up one of the broken ones.] I'd say he could open his own shop but, well, Santa gives away toys, not sell them.

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[in_loveless_memory]

[He looks around, his ears twitching as he looked all around, idly touching this and that, but always careful. It's incredible, being in Santa's workshop. Yet... his ears bend down. It's something to take his mind off of what is really happening.

He nods as Jamie talks although his eyes linger on a toy puppet.]

So then what does he do?