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Voicemail (Cerealia)
This is Kuzuryuu Fuyuhiko. Obviously, I'm not here right now, so leave a message and maybe I'll get back to you later if it's not something stupid.
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[He's inclined to say nowhere, since they're just backups or whatever but...well he's not going to pretend like he understands how this place works. Because he doesn't. Not fully.]
But I do know that...that error message is how you know it's happened. Two of my classmates disappeared barely a week ago and that's the message we got when we tried to call 'em.
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They can't just leave though! Where do they go? How can they just disappear? I thought CERES saved us so how can they just disappear?
[Sorry...she understands that you probably don't know the answer to any of that, but it's hard to accept. Not everything of what you said is processing fully yet.]
If...if we're just codes what does that mean? They saved our codes or whatever so can they do that again? H-he's not going to be gone forever now is he?
[Dammit why can't she be the smart one. This would all make sense to Dipper but she just doesn't get it.]
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I'm sure he's not gone forever though. They brought him here once, I'm sure they can do it a second time. We're just data, after all.
[And presumably Dipper didn't undergo avatar death/deletion so he should be fine. Then again, with as many of his "dead" classmates as there are here, avatar death hardly seems to matter.]
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[Hearing that and saying that isn't exactly helping the tears though. But...there's rubbing at her eyes going on, so she's trying to stop at least. Just ignore those little hiccups and the fact that her cheeks are steadily getting wetter.]
I'm sorry you already said you d-didn't know that. That was a stupid question.
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[He can't deal with this. Little girls shouldn't cry.]
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M...mmaybe when he comes back, he'll bring Grunkle Stan with him...
[Bright side. Gotta look on the bright side.]
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Maybe. That's the old guy with the eyepatch over his glasses, right?
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[Just gonna rub her eyes one more time before looking up at him.]
Wait...when did you see him? Is he here or something?
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It's not important, I shouldn't have brought it up.
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...t-that's him, yeah. But...it is important! Cause since you know what he looks like, if he ever does come here for real...
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[With a snuffle, Mabel rubs at her nose with her sleeve. And then she looks back up at Kuzuryuu.]
...they better show up. It's very irresponsible leaving a twelve year old girl here all alone after all! Pretty sure mom and dad would be upset with them both!
[Trying to lighten the mood a little, even if that makes her sad saying that out loud. Because now she's got that big two bedroom apartment all to herself...what is she supposed to do with that? God now there's suddenly a lot of things she has to think and worry about with him gone.]
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[Okay he knows he can't just leave it at that because that does exactly nothing to cheer a person up. What can he do instead that's better for that...]
Here, come walk with me for a bit.
[He'll turn and take a step in the opposite direction, but not quite moving away until he's sure Mabel is following him.]
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[It takes nothing at all to get her to follow, moving to actually catch up with Kuzuryuu even. So at least she's not so upset that she's willing to just walk behind him, that's a good sign. Not all that talkative yet though.]
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In here. [He pulls open the door, attempting to usher Mabel inside. It's kind of dimly lit inside, but it has a surprisingly cozy atmosphere in spite of this fact. And due to the very small number of staff and patrons inside, it's fairly quiet inside too. But the desserts in the display case at the counter look really good! And judging by the display boards, there's no shortage of drinks to try.]
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Despite this though, it's easy to usher her inside, eyes just looking all around. At the tables, at the lights, at the desserts case and the display boards. Not straying too far away from his side though.]
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Order anything you want, I've got it.
[Hot drinks are good for feeling better, yes? Yes. Something sweet doesn't hurt either.]
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Anything? Are you sure?
[Okay, usually people just ask her if she wants this or that and she's okay with that. But being told she can get anything is different.]
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Wouldn't have said it if I wasn't.
[Yup, anything.]
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After a moment she's decided, letting go of his pants to approach the counter more fully and give the cashier her order. Hot chocolate sounds good, yes. With whipped cream, yes please! Annnd one of those really big, delicious looking strawberry parfaits! Just as the second item leaves her mouth though, it's followed by a, "wait," and she turns to look back at her friend.]
Is it okay if I get both?
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Yeah, go ahead.
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Wanna go pick a seat?
[Meanwhile, he'll pay for this and presumably bring it over once they've prepared everything.]
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But alright, gonna go pick a seat! It takes a few moments, because it's gotta be juuuust the right seat...oh! This cute little table looks perfect over here. Out of the way, cozy against a wall, perfect! And when he reaches the table with all the goodies, she's quick to take a sip of her hot chocolate.]
This is really good...thank you.
[That small smile from before persists because it's hard to be sad when you have sweet stuff to enjoy with a friend...]
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[Is he joking or is he serious, it's really kind of hard to tell from both his tone and his expression. He's probably serious though.]
And you're welcome.
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