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suzaku kururugi | code geass

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Who: Marinette, Adrien, Snake, Shin, Dust, whoever else would be likely to be around Fortuna's temple/Bast's temple.
When: the entire month of December
Where: the area surrounding Fortuna's temple/what will later become the combined temples of Fortuna and Bast.
What: Stuff and things.

December had always been a happy time, at least for Marinette. But December here brought with it a handful of changes to her already topsy-turvy life that she hadn't seen coming. Adrien had become a god, Bast specifically, and his temple had popped up right next to hers.

She'd named a third shinki shortly after naming Snake, and wasn't quite sure how to feel about that just yet. At least he seemed to be settling in well enough.

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"if it does upset someone, that's on them, not you. We are who we are." That was the closest Dust had ever come to accepting his own personal nature, though he had a much better handle on his species.

Snake listens carefully to him, considering his words. He nods after a moment, "I don't know why it scares me so much, says Martin."

"Stuff like that... probably comes from when you were alive." No easy way to put that, but no sense hiding it either.

Snake is silent again for some time, looking far off into the distance, right through the floor. "'Then I should try to forget about it,' says Ayn," Snake decides firmly. He didn't need whatever life he had before him, and so far the only things he really noticed from it were things that caused him problems. He'd been happy as things are here. There was no reason to hang onto who he was when he could be someone new.

"You can't forget it. It's part of you. You can grow beyond it, though. Become more than what you were."

This was something that touched close on Dust's thoughts, a concept he'd struggled to put into place for a long time now. He might be a hypocrite to voice it, but that didn't make it wrong.

Snake looks at him, surprised at that bit of wisdom, but then he nods in agreement. "'Is that what you're doing?' says Ayn," Snake asks, wondering if Dust knows from his own struggles. He didn't want to ask that, though, worried of prying too far.

"I'm trying. It's... complicated. I'm complicated." His very existence, he means.

Snake is quiet for a moment, uncertain of what to say to that. Finally he decides to ask gently, "Do you want to talk?... says Martin."

"I've done a lot of talking since I've been here. What I'm supposed to do now is living."

Snake stops to consider that.

He's not that fond of talking himself, so he nods gently. He's not fully sure he understands, but if Dust didn't want to talk, he wouldn't make him.

Dust interpreted the silence as a bit of a judgment, and glanced away. "Yeah, I'm not good at actually doing that yet."

Snake furrows his brows a little, "'no, I wouldn't know that,' says Martin." He steps forward to let Martin reach out to pat Dust's shoulder with his tail, "'talking with you has really helped me, though,' says Martin."

"You sound like you have some of the problems that I've had to face, so I'm glad I offer some perspective." Dust shrugged, not really feeling like he'd done much at all.

He might not have had to do much, but what he did helped take a weight off of Snake's shoulders. He wasn't being unreasonable or unfair. He nods, "'It really helped,' says Martin."

Ayn seems to say something, and Snake hesitates before saying, "'What is it you like to do?' says Ayn."

The silence for a moment was palpable and powerful.

"...still working on that," Dust said.

Snake is quiet for a moment, not sure what to say, but then he just nods and offers his hand, "'Have you tried reading?' says Martin?" Because Snake is taking him to the library in Adrien's side of the temple.

If he didn't know how to read, then they would fix that too. Even if he had to teach Dust English first.

"Yeah," Dust said, perking up slightly. "That's pretty fun. I can't do it too long, because I'm just... not that good at sitting quietly for too long."

Uh, what was he supposed to do with that hand? Is this some gesture he doesn't know? This didn't seem like a handshake situation...

Snake lets it fall with a shrug, "'Adrien has a large library. That's what I like doing,' says Martin."

He considers for a moment, and it's hard to tell if he realized himself or if Ayn said something, "'What about dancing?' says Ayn."

"...I'm learning, actually," Dust said, a little embarrassed. "If you've ever met Maria, she does classes. I'm not that great, but..."

Snake points to himself, his eyes wide with apparent excitement, or at least intensity, "I could help!, says Martin."

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"You dance?" Or -- does Martin dance? Dust had been trying to ignore this wordplay and stick to the message, but now it had gotten too confused to make sense of easily.

Dust would not be the first nor last to be confused by Snake's way of phrasing things. Snake nods, pointing to himself to help clarify. "'We all join in, though Ayn is better than me,' says Martin," Snake says, pointing to Martin with the word 'me'.

"Sorry, I just -- didn't think you were the type." And he still didn't get the whole snake thing, either. This conversation was starting to leave him more lost.

Snake shrugs a little, "'There's a lot of different types of dance,' says Ayn."

"That's sure the truth. I've been learning one that's a little closer to the sort of swordfighting I do than most, so that's helped." Frustrating as it was.

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