[after feeding the purple bunny, it runs down the hall and toward the door marked 3C 💜. the door opens for it, revealing a standard camp director office. the bunny hops it way across the floor and immediately zips up a makeshift ramp built on the side of the desk, stopping in front of purple heart who remains seated. they look up at zenitsu and gestures with their good hand toward the chairs before them.]
[this is more formal than he thought it would be, which he really should have expected going in. he glances around the room as he steps inside, then at the bunny before sliding into the nearest chair.
We didn't tell Evan to kill Tsurumaru if that's what you mean. We didn't force them outside, we didn't force them to use powers...it was all just an unfortunate chain of events.
Did it bother you, hearing that talk about setting fire to everything?
[maybe those comments about "burning it all down" weren't about the camp itself, but it can well be considered collateral. dumping all the anger onto the directors and then talking so casually about the place they consider home—isn't that just unfair?]
Of course, but at the same time I think I understand where they're coming from. People say all sorts of things out of anger. I don't know how we'll make it up to all of you, but...we'll do our best. You know. As long as nobody actually lights everything on fire.
[everything was an accident—a terrible, unbelievable, stupid accident. zenitsu stares at the surface of the desk between them. although he doesn't think they're owed anything, he can get behind the sentiment that follows.
[it's a bad answer, but that's really what he plans to do. he doesn't know what else he can do tonight. as for the near future, it's too early for him to say.]
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WEEK 0, SATURDAY
Good evening, Zenitsu. Please have a seat.
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is sitting down even worth it for this?]
Good evening. How's your hand?
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The bleeding has stopped, so I will take that as a sign it'll be fine. And how are you? [today sure did happen, but it's polite.]
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I'm okay, but everyone sure was angry.
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Ah. I can't blame them...they feel cheated. Lied to. Misled. Their anger will likely remain for some time.
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boop goes the snoot. it's kind of cute.]
You didn't mean to, though. Everything was an accident, right?
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Black Shadows said this place is home. Is it yours, too?
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[maybe those comments about "burning it all down" weren't about the camp itself, but it can well be considered collateral. dumping all the anger onto the directors and then talking so casually about the place they consider home—isn't that just unfair?]
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hopefully nobody tosses torches around later.]
I'll do my best, too.
Thanks.
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What will you do now?
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I'll go to sleep, I guess.
[it's a bad answer, but that's really what he plans to do. he doesn't know what else he can do tonight. as for the near future, it's too early for him to say.]
Is there something I should be doing?
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I don't think so. Sleep is rather important, especially after how stressful today was for all of you.
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Then I'll do that. Thanks for seeing me.
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