Thirteenth Transmission [voice]

[heartandsoul]

[There is absolutely no sense in not acknowledging that something has happened, all the polite worries of "I don't want to be a bother" aside. This is a big change, and though Maka is not going to let it break her down, it still hurts like hell.

Thus, when the feed clicks on, Maka's voice is steady, but completely lacking in any sort of emotion.]

Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt whatever you're doing, but Rin Okumura has gone home.

[She shouldn't be upset, she has no right to, she knew this would happen eventually. Nothing lasts forever.

No, she shouldn't be negative and mope, he might come back after all.]

I just thought anybody that knew him might like to know. [A pause before she adds:] And if you think that gives you a right to punch him when he comes back, you'll have to go through me first.

[That final confirmation reassures herself, falsely or not. Yes, he will come back, giving up hope is the absolute last thing she should be doing right now.]

Thank you for your time. Sorry for the bother again.

Comments

[heartandsoul]

I'm not dispirited.

[Yes she is, and a little snippy as well that he would even bring up such a thing.]

...Of course he is. But...[but for right now, she feels very lonely and--]

Waking up alone wasn't fun. Being alone right now isn't fun either.

[symmetrophile]

You were just apologizing for something outside of your control. I'd say that's quite dispirited of you, Maka.

[Oops, what was that about being too blunt? Yeahhhh.... Take a hint, Kid.]

You're in your room? I'll come and join you.

[heartandsoul]

...I'd like that.

[Being close to another warm body is something that she really misses now that it's gone.]

[symmetrophile]

[Hopefully, the minutes between this and the moment Kid's knuckles rap against the doorframe before he enters don't feel too long.

And at least he's taken to knocking.

Let's see how long that lasts before he lapses back into feeling entitled that others should be ready to see him when he decides to barge in.

In any case, there's no hesitation, this is a Maka seeking death god missile, no wait that's silly. Can he just--

--stand there awkwardly, yes, that can be a thing.]

[heartandsoul]

...[Awkward death god get.]

Kid. Come here.

[symmetrophile]

[Instruction is good.

Instruction from one of the only people Kid will take it from with only a minimum of protest is better.

...Yes, even if he sometimes rankles at being told what to do, it's not just Weapons that love blindly (or almost blindly).]

Sorry to keep you waiting.

[Okay, yes. Good. Use that as an excuse, while his shuffling stride carries him over to her. How did Rin manage to make gestures of genuine, heart-aching affection look so easy, so earnest?

It's in a pale imitation of the third one missing from their trio that his fingers try to seek and intertwine with hers, to seek physical contact like the idea's still a little alien to him.]

[heartandsoul]

Waiting...?

[She smiles wanly, fingers twining back into his.

A question that remains on her mind, however, is not how anyone could do gestures like this so easily. She always has. That's one thing she can thank her parents for. It's the fact that it's Kid she's doing this with. It should have sunk in by now, but she's still amazed at how determined he was to patch up their friendship, and how it evolved to something beyond that.

Isn't that what friendship is about?

Right.]

I'll always wait. Just like we're waiting for Rin to come back now, right?