[Written; filtered to friends // 30% unhackable]

[knightofratatosk]

... I'm going home.

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[knightofratatosk]

...

[Well, thanks for giving him even more encouragement to go home, in a way.]

[dissonates]

[...Hey, his eyes are a different colour.]

...Emil?

[knightofratatosk]

... y-yes?

[dissonates]

[Well, shit.]

When the hell did you- you were Ratatosk!

[knightofratatosk]

Um, not for a couple of weeks now...

[dissonates]

...oh. [Well now he feels stupid.

And slightly pissed, but that's normal.]

...Why the hell didn't you say so!?

[knightofratatosk]

I'm sorry...

[dissonates]

[Well, that's great, and now he's leaving?]

Fine, go ahead and run away. Forget everything. I don't care.

[knightofratatosk]

F-fine, then I will! I don't care either!

[Which is a complete lie; he's actually pretty hurt by this, but he won't say so.]

[dissonates]

That much is obvious.

[And he's slamming the journal shut. Oh boy.]

[knightofratatosk]

[Oh Emil and Asch, so fail.]