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Guren Ichinose | Red | #A5211F

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[keeneye]

[That's not answering the question, Guren.

She nods, yes, a ghost. Sadly, she doesn't have a more concrete answers than that thanks to fairy tale logic. The second question has her stopping and looking down at her own hands.]

No. I don't feel any different at all. [she clenches and unclenches her hand.] I think it was a real gift. He was happy about being able to pass on.

[A slightly depressing thought but she supports Duarte. He was a good ghost. That said she is going to ask again until he stops dancing around the point.]

You do feel better, don't you?

[swordfucker]

I do.

[Relaxing a little further at her words, he finally looks down at what she gave him. An orange? So those have color restored to them, as well. He does admit that it'd be nice to taste something like this. But bringing it to him? He glances over it at her again.]

Sorry. It's just that when I feel a sensation like that, it's usually a curse or a demon. [Another glance at the orange, undecided if he's going to actually pause his work to eat it. Hrm.] Thanks.

[keeneye]

[A very aesthetic blood orange, thank you.]

Good.

[Emma lets out a small sigh now that he admits it with his real words. She isn't as stressed as he is, obviously, but she can empathize with how this place can get under someone's skin. It's all the little set backs and unknown horrors. She hasn't been the best at managing her own feelings either, truth be told.

It's a lot. And Guren has been trying to tackle it all for everyone.]

I can promise you I'm not a demon, at the least. [ha..ha...] Even if it really is a demon's power I'm going to make as much use of it as possible to help everyone here. So please rely on me a little bit more, okay?

[Says the literally 11 year old. She is dreadfully earnest though.]

[swordfucker]

A demon's power isn't like that.

[He says it back soon enough. Whatever this gift is... it could be fine, but not knowing it makes Guren more paranoid. Still... It helped him a lot. And now he's left staring at her earnest face like he's both exasperated and grateful, not sure which one should win over in the battle of expression.

He decides to ruffle her hair. With extra oomph.]

I can't. You're so tiny, you'll get crushed by my weight when I try to lean on you. [He's joking...!! That's an improvement!]

[keeneye]

[Her head is already a bird's nest, don't make it any worse!

The joking does lift her spirits. It was a great improvement from the frustrated tired look from before. She'll keep the momentum going by sticking a hand out to push against his stomach and laugh. Should have ruffled her out of reach if he didn't want to be poked by children.]

I don't know, I think I could manage.

[Eat your fruit snack you beanpole.]

[swordfucker]

No way.

[He laughs, so he definitely doesn't mind the pushing. A few more aggressive ruffles with his LONG ADULT ARM, and then he's done, pulling back and turning to head to the kitchen. The orange is still in his other hand and he tosses it and catches it a few times.]

Let's see how this tastes. Come here, you can have some. [He doesn't care that it's his gift!! It's no fun if you don't share a little.]