[ This house is in violation of so many codes he's losing his mind ]
Ugh!
[ AAAA!!! He huffs in frustration that he can't do anything but throw his little temper tantrum in the middle of the blood room that Plum refuses to step inside of. ]
The house doesn't need a place like this. Help me clean it— you must have gotten part of it already.
[ He gestures to the ???dying messages??? that look like writing but can't be, because everything else in this place he can read no matter how messy. ]
[ she steps into the room reluctantly, already knowing she's going to have to burn these shoes, ]
This is just how it always is. No matter how much I attempted to clean, the blood here has a tendency to... come back. Like particularly stubborn mold.
That's the feeling I get when I hold him. ...Didn't Peach tell you?
[ About naming things. He was also going to name the kitchen appliances but then I completely forgot/didn't want to sit there and make up 23453809304 different Japanese surnames. ]
She did tell me you named some of them... [ more like warned her. she's looking at the brush curiously, one ear perked up and the other flopped over ] I can't say I quite understand how it evokes the feeling of a person. Are they someone you know?
[ He shakes his head, because it's nothing like that. ]
When you name something, you feel a connection to them. Like, this isn't just a brush; he's Morioka-san. In that way, the object because unique, and well loved.
Hm... Both, I suppose? Like a mother naming her newborn child.
[ IT'S THAT LEVEL OF LOVE AND IMPORTANCE. Sometimes you have a name picked out, sometimes you hold your child and go "Ah, this is the name that feels right." And they're just always important. All cleaning supplies are inherently important, or something. ]
[ I'm at the point where I can slap down whatever votes because what does Ayabe even have to regain? Fujishima-san. ]
Fujishima-san is my broomstick. Sugita-san is a dust pan, and Makimura-san is a dust cloth. Sugita-san is getting old, though... I don't want to be too hard on him and continue using him, but at the same time, he can't be replaced [ in Ayabe's heart ] so easily... What do you think I should do? Is it time for retirement?
[ this is sending her. she's standing in a room full of blood with a boy who is asking if he should retire his dust pan. ]
I wouldn't think of it as a replacement, sir. Your dust pan... ah, Sugita-san, is simply due for a break. It [ ...fuck ] He has served you well until now. I'm sure he would not want you to continue to use him if he could no longer do his job properly.
[ Plum is the only one who can understand(?) and so she is now his confidant. ]
I see. That's a good way to put it... I don't want to strain him, and he would want the job to be done well too.
[ Ayabe will just be sad to let Sugita-san go... but he deserves his rest.
When I first requested this PC, there was a 50-50 chance depending on what Plum's first tag looked like, that Ayabe either 1) asked her about the blood room, or 2) shanked her without question. Somehow, we derailed into this. ]
[ He says, standing in the middle of the blood room. He picks up a scrub brush and gets to work, because this blood isn't going to remove itself, Plum. ]
Ash said that when he looked through his stone... thing. That the walls were bleeding. If you don't know what the room is for, do you at least know what happened here?
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... The blood room...
[ it's said quietly because she hates this. ]
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[ Ayabe repeats quietly, because he also hates this. ]
Why do you guys have a blood room.
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[ if she could set the room on fire with her eyes she would ]
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[ WHY SO MANY SPACES FOR DEAD PEOPLE? WHY'S YOUR HOUSE SO SHADY, PLUM!!!!!! ]
I'm very sorry, Plum, but please start looking for new employment.
[ He is going to tear this place down brick by brick, holy shit, he can't stand this anymore ]
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It is simply how the house is. [ that explains Nothing ] But I will keep your suggestion in mind.
[ she does not sound like she will seek new employment any time soon ]
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Ugh!
[ AAAA!!! He huffs in frustration that he can't do anything but throw his little temper tantrum in the middle of the blood room that Plum refuses to step inside of. ]
The house doesn't need a place like this. Help me clean it— you must have gotten part of it already.
[ He gestures to the ???dying messages??? that look like writing but can't be, because everything else in this place he can read no matter how messy. ]
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This is just how it always is. No matter how much I attempted to clean, the blood here has a tendency to... come back. Like particularly stubborn mold.
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[ Hate that.
He hands her a scrub brush either way, one of the two that he has. ]
Here. This is Morioka-san.
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[ she takes the brush, but ... she's just staring blankly at it ]
You named it?
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[ He gave the thing a gender too. ]
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[ why is the brush a he. ]
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[ About naming things. He was also going to name the kitchen appliances but then I completely forgot/didn't want to sit there and make up 23453809304 different Japanese surnames. ]
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When you name something, you feel a connection to them. Like, this isn't just a brush; he's Morioka-san. In that way, the object because unique, and well loved.
[ He gives Plum a moment to let that sink in. ]
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I see... So the object, in turn, becomes important to you? Or do you name them because they already are?
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Hm... Both, I suppose? Like a mother naming her newborn child.
[ IT'S THAT LEVEL OF LOVE AND IMPORTANCE. Sometimes you have a name picked out, sometimes you hold your child and go "Ah, this is the name that feels right." And they're just always important. All cleaning supplies are inherently important, or something. ]
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... You feel that strongly about all your household items?
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[ Where are his other children, Plum ): ]
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And what items are those?
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Fujishima-san is my broomstick. Sugita-san is a dust pan, and Makimura-san is a dust cloth. Sugita-san is getting old, though... I don't want to be too hard on him and continue using him, but at the same time, he can't be replaced [ in Ayabe's heart ] so easily... What do you think I should do? Is it time for retirement?
[ This is all canon, I can't make this shit up ]
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I wouldn't think of it as a replacement, sir. Your dust pan... ah, Sugita-san, is simply due for a break. It [ ...fuck ] He has served you well until now. I'm sure he would not want you to continue to use him if he could no longer do his job properly.
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I see. That's a good way to put it... I don't want to strain him, and he would want the job to be done well too.
[ Ayabe will just be sad to let Sugita-san go... but he deserves his rest.
When I first requested this PC, there was a 50-50 chance depending on what Plum's first tag looked like, that Ayabe either 1) asked her about the blood room, or 2) shanked her without question. Somehow, we derailed into this. ]
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Exactly. You both want the same thing. You and your... Sugita-san.
[ how did she end up here. ]
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[ He says, standing in the middle of the blood room. He picks up a scrub brush and gets to work, because this blood isn't going to remove itself, Plum. ]
Ash said that when he looked through his stone... thing. That the walls were bleeding. If you don't know what the room is for, do you at least know what happened here?
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I do not know if it is so much what has happened here, specifically, as it is what has happened in this house in general.
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