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[isawallflower]

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retired: gflynn (anon)

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[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.]