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[terrified]

Oh dear, it's you. Don't start this again...

If blood is thicker than water, does that mean you'll finally stop trying to pour yourself all over me? We're no good... I'm really tiresome, so why don't you leave me alone for real? This never works. It definitely won't now.

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[strongestcoward]

Do you want to know the difference between the past and the future?

[terrified]

No, but you're still going to say it, aren't you...

[strongestcoward]

No.

[Yeah.]

[terrified]

Really? Are you lying? I can't tell if you're crossing your fingers, because if I look at you for too long my stomach's going to feel like moths. You have something weird on your face.

[strongestcoward]

I may have something weird on my face, but you have a weird face. I think mine is better.

[terrified]

No way.

[strongestcoward]

The difference between the past and future is that one is completely unforeseeable.

1/2

[terrified]

I knew you were going to say it... You said 'no,' but then look, you definitely just said it... How can you even see anything, your eyes are all covered up, doesn't that mean that difference doesn't count for you? What does that even mean?

[Fidget, fidget, with anxious fingers.]

[terrified]

Oh.

[strongestcoward]

That means instead of predicting the future like you keep trying to do, you have to learn to predict the present.

[terrified]

Wait. By the time I predict the present, it'll actually be the past. I think?

[strongestcoward]

Ke-Ke-Ke! How slow do you think!?

[terrified]

[Slow as a stopped-up turd! Ragnarok would crow. Crona's posture shrinks.]

I wasn't predicting anything. I was just saying what's going to happen.

[strongestcoward]

...What's the difference?

1/2

[terrified]

[Opens mouth. Closes mouth. Opens mouth...]

[terrified]

They're different.

[strongestcoward]

How?

[Not dropping it.]

[terrified]

Because... Because. Because I—

[There comes the agitation of a disorganized mind. Crona's fingers are bunched up in black fabric; the limp dress is helpless in the face of such frustration. But then!]

You're predicting something if you don't know it. I was saying something when I already know it. That's the difference.

[There. That seems like sound reasoning.]

[strongestcoward]

But you didn't know, your guess was just right.

[terrified]

My guess was right because I knew.

[strongestcoward]

Well, if you know it's not a guess.

[terrified]

[Ah!] So it's not a prediction.

[CHECKMATE, ATHEISTS.]

[strongestcoward]

Yes it is. You were just wrong in the first place.

[You can't be an atheist when your're a god, but you can be confusing.]

[terrified]

What? No. I was right. I was right. I was right. Why do you want me to be wrong? I couldn't be wrong, because I was right.

What do you think I was wrong about?

[strongestcoward]

You were wrong about predictions! And about knowing! Because I already told you, didn't I?

The future is unknowable.

[terrified]

But if it's unknowable, how come I know it?

[strongestcoward]

You don't.

You think you do because you're delusional.

[terrified]

I don't feel delusional.

[strongestcoward]

Do a quick double check.

[ineuphony]

You shouldn't talk about yourself like that! You're not tiresome at all.

[terrified]

Maka... No... I- I am. [But now Crona's index fingers are pushing together delicately, in a quietly glad sort of way.] Or I guess... exhausting? Um, a lot of work goes into me? She overthinks a lot, about how I... say?

But, that's okay. Or else I might be doing even more tiresome things.

[ineuphony]

Don't be silly! You've never been exhausting to me. -- If it makes you feel any better, my mun is the same way with me, sometimes.

[terrified]

[How can you say that? Crona wants to ask, but— mouth shut. Lips pursed. Crona sways as if in a breeze until the urge passes and new words can be found.

How about: ] Probably, it's different kinds of exhaustion.

[ineuphony]

( maka lightly bumps her shoulder against her friend. )

What you need is to look more on the positive prospective of things.

[terrified]

I'm depressing, [Crona admits, pliant to the little nudge and thus swaying some more, kind of like a flimsy tree.] She says that. When, uh, when she's - she's writing, about me. But you're not depressing. Do you look positively, Maka?

[ineuphony]

Of course I do. If you don't look at the positive things in your life, you'll always feel sad. ( and sooner or later, be driven into madness, but she won't mention that. )

-- There's a light to every darkness. And your mun has no idea what she's talking about. ( she's dumb!!!!!! ) I never thought of you once as depressing. You're a real good friend and a great listener. I feel I can tell you anything.

[terrified]

[Maka: Our Lady of Dealing With Crona.

Meanwhile, Crona could cry.]

Always... You're always... When you say something should be all right, Maka, I feel like it might even listen to you. It might even do that, do what you say.

Besides, I like... listening. To you. I like to listen to you, Maka. You say all the good things. [The bright things, and the warm things.] And you know how to do so much; you make it seem like anyone could learn...

[ineuphony]

( she laughs. )

That's because anyone can!

( maka gently entwine her fingers with her friend. )

-- You shouldn't sell yourself too short. Remember, you are a real good person. Trust me, I know. Your soul shows it!

[terrified]

[A fluttery squeeze, and then Crona's fingers go slack in Maka's— but more importantly, they don't withdraw. They stay comfortably where they are, even if Crona's staring down at shuffling feet, a little wide-eyed.]

Maka? Do you think it's going to be okay? Do you really think that?

[It is vague enough to be me, but that's difficult to voice.]

[ineuphony]

Yes. Because no matter how bad things get, things always turn out okay in the end.

[terrified]

[They do? What a baffling idea. Medusa never said anything like that, and Crona figures Medusa would know. Maka is young, younger than Medusa; and weaker, too. Even Crona has beaten Maka before. So would she really know if things always turn out okay?

Then again, Maka wouldn't lie to Crona. Definitely not.]

That's why I like listening to you. You believe things.

[ineuphony]

I think what you need is a change of atmosphere! You've been cooped up in your mun's head for too long.

[terrified]

We - ...Well... It has been a long time.

[ineuphony]

So whaddya say? Let's take a look around.

[terrified]

Okay... S- Sure.

Like... where?

[ineuphony]

Don't know.

( she tightens her grip on her friend's hand and tugs along to a random direction! )

( ooc: your crona is cute btw. )

[terrified]

...Okay.

[It's a little flustering, going off somewhere without any direction - no plan, just places - and Crona can't help but think that something terrible might happen, if they don't know what they're doing...

But this is Maka, after all. Surely she's got a handle on it.]

Wh... What about you? Do you do a lot of things? Um, lately?

( thank you thank you! i had played crona ages ago on lj and did so miss it, i'd really like to get back into it again. aahhhh. )

[ineuphony]

Yeah. My mun's been a little busy with me. But not so much, either.

(ooc: you're welcome! and you should because you're pretty awesome as crona so far. and omigosh, how did you get the music on crona's profile like that? i've been trying to get maka's like that but the player i used no longer exists >: )