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Dennys

It's late. Like, 3 AM late. You're hungry as fuck, but nothing is open.

Except Denny's.

RULES

1. Post to the meme.
2. Find somebody to eat with. Figure out why the hell you'd do this to yourself.
3. Okay, you have no excuse to be here because Denny's is doing delivery now. This is the age we live in. Denny's delivers. Dear god.

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[ well. she hates that. ]

I — I'm human though.

[ Asura quirks an eyebrow at that declaration and takes another sip of his tea. ]

There's no shame in having mixed blood. [ He says as he sets his cup back down on the table. ] No one is responsible for the circumstances of their birth.

[ rumi's voice is dry as she cuts through a piece of her pancake. ]

That's easier said than done.

You're right. [ He definitely agrees there. Asura has just had a lot longer to learn how to accept himself. ] The world may reject and shun you for things you have no control over, but how much you allow it to affect you is up to you.

[ rumi sighs. ]

Considering how much of an effect I have on the world, it's not that simple either.

I'll get used to it. Eventually.

[ she wishes jinu was here. he'd understand. it's nice to talk to the others. to be free. to trust other people. but she misses just . . . talking to jinu and being understood. ]

I didn't say it was simple. [ The two of them are far more alike than either know, and Asura does understand more than Rumi realizes. He's just also notoriously cagey about talking about his own issues and past so. He does his best to mentor when he can. ]

It's going to be hard. Every step is going to feel heavier than the last, and if you don't find some way to bear that weight, then it will crush you. [ He's definitely no Jinu. ]

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[ rumi gives him a look. ]

Is that your idea of a pep talk?

[ And he matches that look with a half-grin that shows off one sharp fang. ] I'm being truthful. Would you prefer pretty, but empty words? I'm not going to sit here and tell you everything will be fine, or that you just need to believe in yourself and everything will work out, because I know that's garbage just as much as you do.

No! But that's not exactly helpful either.

It's not like I got suckered into something. I'm dealing with a whole new life.

The point is that you don't have to let it crush you. You don't have bear that burden alone, and weight is easier to carry if you let those who care about you help shoulder it. [ Why does this conversation feel so familiar? ]

You've got friends, don't you? Let them help.

[ rumi frowns, turning back to her pancakes. ]

They do. They will. I just don't want them to handle — all of it.

Why not let them decide how much they want to handle? [ Sorry if the conversation topic ruined the taste of the pancakes. ]

Because that's not fair.

I don't get to . . . trauma dump all of it on their shoulders.

[ Asura's silent for a moment as he finishes off the rest of his cup of tea before sitting back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. ]

A long time ago, I had this same conversation with someone I considered my closest friend. He was clearly suffering, but refused to let anyone share his pain because he was convinced it was his burden to bear alone. I wish I could have convinced him to let me support him and help him heal, but... it didn't work out that way.

. . . What happened?

[ He had an apocalyptic crash-out, that's what. ]

He self-destructed and I had to intervene to save his life.

. . . I'm sorry.

I lost someone recently. It still weighs on me.

[ He almost objects when she expresses her regret for his story, that his friend was an idiot and the whole thing could have been avoided, but his retort dies on his lips at her next words. ]

Who were they?

[ rumi's expression is melancholic. ]

His name was Jinu. He was a demon.

A very special one, I assume.

. . . He was special to me.

I don't think he . . . considered himself that way. At all.

The ones we consider most special rarely do. [ Imposter syndrome is a hell of a drug. ]

You called it a "trauma dump", but I think your friends would appreciate you trusting them enough to share your pain.

I do trust them.

I just — want to give it some more time. Ease them into this.

Have you told them as much as you've already told me, a stranger?

Hm? Some of it, definitely.

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