arsgoetia | [Game 21] Epilogue

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[Game 21] Epilogue

So, you get your Philly cheesesteak, and you head back on another train, returning to New York at fuck o'clock in the morning. Maybe you get a nap on the train, or maybe you're full of yawns and misery as you head back to Sariel's house at the crack of dawn. Paz went on her merry way with wonderful promises for the future, but Hale is with you, seeming remarkably energetic.

Madison is just barely held back by Kieran, it seems, from just sprinting out the door as soon as you get anywhere near the yard. As it stands, as soon as you all make your way past the gate, there's a redhead barreling down to greet you.

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W-we're at the house now, I don't need it...

[thunks her forehead against his]

It looks more right on you. And Sariel.

Scarves look good on heroes.

[doesn't move away from her quite yet]

And siblings.

Must be why it looks like a perfect fit on you.

[laughs a little, breaking away]

My sister Ayano. She wore a scarf. And she had me pretend to be her sometimes, to help out with her secret mission.

Sometimes when people say things like I'm brave or strong...

[takes the end of the scarf in his hand, staring down at it]

I wonder if I'm still just playacting as neechan. Or if all that pretending somehow made it true.

[swallows hard] I know the feeling.

[puts her face in his neck, muffled] Sometimes we learn feelings and actions and all that stuff by practising them. Right? And pretending is just a type of practice.