catch-all: itsuki.

[pura]

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[pura]

[Alcohol isn't mentioned in the grocery store description, so... Actually. Yeah. It's orange juice.

She's just chugging it down straight from the bottle, watching him open the fridge. This continues to be fine.]

[nightchild]

[stop there's something even more alarming about the fact that it's orange juice,]

Want me to get you a few beers?

[pura]

[A shake of her head, and she gestures at the cans on the floor next to her using the bottle. These ones she brought in, actually.]

I've had enough.

[nightchild]

[nogiku... so resourceful...]

...Feels like I can still taste it in my mouth.

[the fcking RAINBOWS]

You okay?

[pura]

I hated it.

[Puking rainbows is bad, actually.]

... But I will live. Are you?

[nightchild]

Honestly, it's not the worst thing I've tried.

[but he also hated it a lot too]

...You know, I keep on meaning to bring this up and forgetting, but... why did you cough up glitter that one time?

[pura]

That one time? [She seems momentarily confused, before it clicks.] Oh. You mean back at the temple... It was probably because of those cigarettes I smoked.

[nightchild]

Did you find them here or something?

[pura]

You don't remember? In our first week, we could create small objects that disappeared into glitter after about an hour.

[nightchild]

Oh, right.

[...]

It's really only been a few weeks, huh? Feels like we've been stuck here for forever.

[pura]

I guess, time drags on when you're faced with one horror after the other.

[nightchild]

Yeah... And that place we went to on Thursday doesn't help either.

[have they been here for perhaps 120 years...]

[pura]

[She

closes her goddamn eyes.]

I didn't really want to think about being my own great great granddaughter.