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[halfemptyglasses]

Mirai has close to her normal level of self-esteem and functionality back, enough of it to go down to the bar by herself. It's ultimately not much of a change from what she was doing in her room. She tucks herself in a secluded booth, buries herself in a blanket, and picks at a plate of nachos.

Bringing more nachos would be nice.

[ooc: Warning for discussion of suicidal ideation in the threads.]

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[forgottenmotley]

Note that he said interesting, not good or wonderful things.

"Do you think you'll kill someone again?"

[halfemptyglasses]

That's not the part she's noncommittal about.

"I don't want to," she answers.

[forgottenmotley]

"That's good."

[halfemptyglasses]

It doesn't feel like it's good enough, though.

She leans her head on her knees again and goes, "Is there anything else you want?"

[forgottenmotley]

"Pickles... and some fish and chips."

What? She wasn't specific.

[halfemptyglasses]

Mirai nods a little, giving him leave to order them himself.