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[isawallflower]

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main: CheeryCherry
anonymous: panthera, aed
retired: gflynn (anon)

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[dead_eyed_wolf]

[Mukuro nods a few times, almost childishly as she silently agrees - talking about this is hard, and scary, and something about it is making her feel small and weak and helpless all over again. Even though their entire family is dead, herself included. Even though she knows she's never been safer from them. She's a world away, and she's stronger than she's ever been, and there's still a tight coil of anxiety in her guts and her heart is speeding in her chest because you're not supposed to talk about this.

But. She's okay. And Riley is okay. And talking is - it's helped Riley, so it's okay. But - she opens her mouth, then closes it, and shakes her head. No, she can't talk about this anymore, not--]

Not - n-not - right now.
But - th-thank you.
And. Um. If you ever - want to. I'll always listen. Any - any time. You know I w-won't - I won't tell.

[Riley's secrets are safe. Riley is safe. Mukuro wants her to understand that more than anything right now, she thinks. It's more important than whatever pointless instinctual emotions she's having.]

[isawallflower]

You won't...

[ It brings her back to the moment. To this. To the moment, to...what got them here. Riley feels her throat close up again. She looks at the blood on her claws, her own blood, but it's so easy to imagine it's someone else's. So easy to see herself like that.

She shudders involuntarily. ]

...Will...Celeste? [ A question of their previous conversation. ] Will she- I don't- I'm not ready, I can't- let everyone know, I can't.

[dead_eyed_wolf]

[Mukuro is quiet, for a moment, thinking about that. Eventually, she gives a little shake of her head.]

I don't... I don't think so.
Celeste isn't - like that. She came to you, instead of - telling us. Right...? She's not - it isn't something she's mad at you for doing.

[Now that there's less immediate panic, she can remember some of what Celeste had been yelling about. It seems a lot more like envy, rather than condemnation. Mukuro understands, as much as she can. She remembers Celeste's wry, bitter smile, when they'd talked in that park by the beach. About how Mukuro had an easier time getting along with people, despite her inadequacies.]

...Celeste is - uh, complicated. But if she was going to tell people... I think she would have.

cw: therapy malpractice mention

[isawallflower]

Oh, I think she's mad about something.

[ ...Riley isn't above being bitter, either. She presses her jaw tight together, wills her talons not to dig into the hardwood in frustration. If she lets those feelings up, they'll consume her...right? It's easy to get lost in them, in the things she's feeling. Wasn't...didn't Dr. Danny say something like that...? It's so difficult for her to remember sometimes.

She lets out a slow breath and pushes the anger down. ]

...Okay. If...that's what you think, then- I'll trust you.

[dead_eyed_wolf]

[Celeste is most definitely mad about something, but the murder itself isn't the issue. It's Riley's ability to put on that facade and make it work. To have friends, and a family, even if the stress makes her feel like she might break. Because Celeste's facade keeps her at a distance, rather than helping her integrate. It's safer that way, Mukuro knows, but it gets lonely.

'I'll trust you' makes her tail thump once against the floor, though; one tired pleased acknowledgement. It feels good to have Riley trust her again.]

...It'll be okay.

[She'll do whatever she can to make sure of it.]