Date me, and I'll be your EXCLUSIVE pain in the neck.

[knitsock]

I'D DATE THAT.

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[bloodpetal]

I die with it. What else?

[strongestcoward]

No.

[ Asura doesn't often use his God Voice, the one which makes the earth tremble and the sky instantly turn black. It slips out, as he immediately rejects that outcome. It's not happening. There's nothing to say except 'no.'

His mind is racing through billions of thoughts at once, firing off at cross purposes like a hail of bullets from all angles ricocheting around in his skull. His hand squeezes hers tightly, but he crams the fingers of his other hand into his mouth and bites down hard, with a crunch. He does that when he's stressed out. Like. Really stressed out. 'Going to do something drastic' stressed out. ]

[bloodpetal]

[ Oh. She should've expected that.

But that's what it is. She winces as he bites and the world changes. She hisses through her teeth and gives his hair a yank with her free hand. ]

Calm the fuck down, you big baby.

[ She scowls. ]

I was already dead, anyway. This has all been borrowed fucking time!

[strongestcoward]

Don’t tell me to calm down!

[ He continues to crunch repeatedly on his fingers, wailing miserably, the air quivering and sky flashing red lightning. ]

You shouldn’t die! You’re too wonderful to die!

[ If he had enough spare mind to notice, he’d be surprised that his concern is for her and not that he’d be without her. Such selfishness is… gross. ]

Are you playing a cruel trick on me? Please! Please just say you’re being my mean, nasty, lovely Zero?

[bloodpetal]

Everyone dies.

[ She's oddly serious for once. Or at least not being as rip-roaringly willing to just curse a storm and lash out. ]

And the flower is what's keeping me alive. But I can't let it into the world. So, no. It's not a trick. It's just cold, hard reality.

[ She almost feels disgusted by how much he seems to care. He's a fucking weirdo and a wretch and a lot of other things, but... Ugh. Affection. ]

...sorry. [ That last word is begrudging. But perhaps sincerely meant. ]