[pcs] beau

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No, the knife was how he tried to kill me first, but- it didn't leave a wound because of my protection. He shot me after I cut his throat.

[bleeding out doesn't happen immediately! fun.]

The knife is... it's still there, I just- stabbed it into something nearby, I thought if it looked like there was a struggle... I wouldn't be suspected.

[he was extremely tired and recently shot, okay. there's a slight wince as he adds:]

I may have... shot something else in the room to the same effect?

[disreguarded]

[ she wants to die just put her in the dirt

she just STARES at him. ]

I - okay. [ deep breath. ] Okay, okay, okay. What we're going to do is we're not going to hide this. You're gonna be like Asch, straight up, and you're going to say Stefano tried to kill you. Because if you try to hide it like this, it's gonna look suspicious.

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Asch died, miss Beau!!

[yeah she immediately gets a feeling of panic, there, and he shakes his head quickly.]

Please, I don't-- if I admit to it, then what if someone else decides to kill me? I'm not protected anymore, I can't... I really don't want anyone else to know.

[disreguarded]

We're not gonna be able to just brush -- Sang, babe, if we hide it, it's just gonna look like you're guilty.

[ guhhhhh she sighs out heavy. ] We're not gonna let what happened to Asch happen to you.

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There's no guarantee it'll come out, either, it may not even be a problem... if they don't realize I'm hurt, do you really think they'll suspect me of anything?

[he snaps his fan open, fanning himself again. he's forgotten about fixing her hair for now.]

No one else knows. As long as it's just us--

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[ she scowls at him. ]

Once they figure out a sharp weapon slit his throat they might. [ also - there's a bit of guilt in her, and then: ] I think this is a mistake.

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You're the only one who knows about that, as well.

[unless, you know, she's spilled about the secret fan weapon. he notices the guilt, though, and it sparks a little fear in return.]

Miss Beau-- please. It's not just what happens tomorrow, if they know then I'm afraid someone else will...

[he barely lived this time; he doesn't expect to live twice.]

[disreguarded]

[ she has not done that! ]

Okay. Okay, alright. [ she sighs out heavily and just - falls forward into her own lap, crunched up like a grumpy pretzel. ] This is a bad idea but - I'm gonna try to protect you.

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If you can just- help me say I'm not injured, and keep it between us, that's more than enough protection.

[he hopes. he really, really hopes. if he's forced into a corner, maybe he'll reconsider-- but as far as he can see it, the safest option is to just admit to nothing ever.]

[disreguarded]

[ she's gonna stay here in her tangled mess and grumble curse words into his blanket nest how about that ]

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...miss Beau?

[he sets the fan down, just sort of trying to lean around and peer at her from where he's sitting.]

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All of you fuckers are gonna have me die of stress from a young age. I'm not even thirty.

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I do understand the feeling...

[sometimes life is way more than you were expecting, okay. IT COMES AT YOU FAST.]

For what it may be worth, I am sorry I had to ask this of you.

[disreguarded]

Don't be sorry. [ she sighs, curled up. ] I'd rather know. So I can make sure you're okay.

We'll figure it out, babe. Promise.