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Please calm down.

If you’re really going to do this, then you've still got a lot of work to do. Getting nervous isn't going to help. I mean, you still don’t know when you’ll be taking me from! It’d be easier if you’d just lis-

[Sighs]

There’s no point trying to reason with you, is there?

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[ She giggles. ]

Most mun don't care to listen to reason, I've discovered.

Really? I was hoping she was in the minority.

[Sighs again, but can't help mustering up a smile for Nunnally.]

Have you had much trouble with yours?

Well... I suppose that depends on what you mean by trouble. Although, honestly, I really can't complain.

I'm glad.

[There's very few people who deserve to find happiness here more than she does after all.]

Compared to some of the people here, I don't think I can either.

Mine's been rather kind to me. She at least tries to send me to places where there will be people that I already know.

That's great, Nunnally.

[Depending on the people of course, but he thinks he can guess who she's talking about.]

At least the place I'm going to couldn't be boring. The president's already there.

Oh, my. I recently talked to Milly. I'm glad she won't be alone.

Although I would watch out, it seemed as if she was planning on some of her old tricks.

[Not that he ever really minded Milly's 'tricks' but...]

Like what?

[Forewarned is forearmed.]

Weeeeeeeeell. I think she mentioned something about having a Valentine's Day festival in August.

That sounds like her.

[He was too busy during that time to enjoy it at Ashford, but it's pretty easy to picture.]

It'll probably involve costumes too.

Knowing Milly? Most likely. But at least you won't be bored.

There are worse places, that's for sure.

I don't doubt that. My mun once had me in a place that had cannibalistic elves.

What?

[Why would you tell him this. Worried forever.]

Was it-I mean, were you...alright?

[ Well. You were the one that said there were worst place.

She just kind of looks at him, baffled. ]

Of course I was, it was before my time, from what the others had told me. I think the worst thing that happened when I was there was when the city was invaded but some non-natives that were even more non-native than us.

[Well yes, but he didn't want to know you'd been at one!]

Oh, in that case, I'm glad it worked out. Is the place you're at now peaceful?

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What?

[Psh, who needs one of those?]

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Oh, that. She wanted to 'keep her options open'.

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I'm not surprised. This activity seems to draw a certain type.

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[Shrugs.]

Right now? She seems to enjoy the idea of me as the Knight of Seven.

[He obviously disagrees.]

It doesn't matter. In another five minutes, it'll be something completely different.

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How is that?

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[He falls silent at that. It's not completely accurate - the ache of Euphy's death had been even sharper back then and constant anger wasn't much better than grief. But...he's not wrong either.]

And more likely to cause a war if anyone else showed up.

[If you showed up.]

Well, well, well! Of all the people to show up, it's you.

[haha no, she's not over the moon, what makes you say that?]

Holly Heights is going to be wonderful for you, no matter what time you come from.

Of all the people? I hope that's not a bad thing.

[He's more worried about what he'll be to Holly Heights, then what it'll be to him. There's no reason to say that when she's so cheerful though, so he ignores it altogether.]

No, it's wonderful! I promise. At least right now, I do. If you need more assurance, my mun was hoping for you the very most, with Shirley in close second.

[that should make him feel better, right?]

I'll give you the run down when you get there. Here. Holly Heights. Maybe you'll get assigned as my husband! Unless you show up as a 17 year old. Then you might be my son.

[it's so weird to think about but it could happen.]

[The very most? That's flattering and extremely strange. Awkwardly-]

Thank you. Hopefully I won't be a disappointment.

[Her second statement catches him even more off-guard. Her son?]

I can't imagine that.

Suzaku, give yourself more credit-- your mun too! We've had lots of fun so far, and I'm sure we'll have more too. There's been nothing that's disappointed us. Well, maybe the fact you haven't kissed me yet! [it's a joke. sort of. maybe.]

I can imagine it, and it would be hilarious. "Hi everyone, this is Suzaku Kururugi, my sweet precious baby boy", and I'll clean a shotgun when meeting your girlfriends. [now that's. that's not a joke.]

Then I'll have to try my best to continue that streak. With any necessary adjustments.

[It's a joke. Probably. And wow, you made that image so much more disturbing.]

I'm sure that wouldn't be necessary.

"Any necessary adjustments". Still a military man to your core, I see. Some things never change, I guess.

[the image should be horrifying and wonderful. just like her.]

It will be! Unless you're my husband. Or with someone else... [a pout] You'd be such an adorable father, though.

[and there it goes, the mental image that starts off with "honey, i'm home"... it's The Dream...]

[He can't suppress the frown that her last sentence brings. A father? Adorable isn't the word that comes to mind. It's only there for a moment though, before he brings his smile back up. A little too brightly.]

You must make a great 'mother'.

[the laugh that escapes her is loud and long-- not at him, but at herself.]

My daughter regards me as an entertaining pest, at best. I doubt she thinks I'm good for anything but trouble, much less being a parent. Lucky for her, and unfortunately for me, she's turning 18 very soon. I'm an empty nester at 20!

That's her loss.

[Energetic and frequently exhausting, yes. A pest? Never.]

Well, she's moving in with her girlfriend, so maybe not a whole loss?

[and it means she'll be able to walk around her house naked! yay!!]

It's easier to go along with them.

...or at least pretend to.

Does that really work?

If they're particularly dim like mine is, then sometimes.

A-Anya!

[So blunt!]

That's a little rude.

It's the truth.

[A tip of her head, curious.]

What about yours?

I'm not sure yet. It's only been a week and a half.

[Sighs, resigned.]

I'll probably find out soon.

Good luck.

[And then-]

I hope they know... they can't keep you from doing dangerous things.

Thanks, Anya.

[Smiles gently.]

She might. It's a suburbia, not a war zone.

[Says the guy planning to join the police force at the first opportunity.]

Seven.

[The flattest look she can muster which, let's face it, is pretty flat.]

You have a talent for trouble.

[She knows you man, she knowssss.]

[He...would really like to deny that, but has enough self-awareness not to try. He just looks down, grimacing.]

Hopefully not there.

[Because his version of trouble tends to accumulate a body count.]

...yeah. Hopefully.

[Anya isn't terribly good at looking sympathetic, but she sets a small hand on his arm and nods.]

Take care of yourself.

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