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[construing]

They're not mine. 〈 they belonged to peter. they still belong to peter. 〉 And they're just going to collect dust with me.

You might get something from them.

〈 she offers them, too. her hands are steady. 〉

[blackfire]

（ he takes them when they are offered, and tips open the hardcover. they are in english, of course, but he has been learning it, and the earpiece will translate them besides. ）

I can return them to you in an hour.

（ #sharinganhax. ）

[construing]

You— 〈 don't have to comes out as, 〉 You're serious.

〈 of course, he is. 〉

You can take your time with them, you know. 〈 just so we're clear. 〉

[blackfire]

It isn't necessary that I do.

（ perfect recall, and all. ）

Others may benefit from them as well, if you are willing to share beyond Wei Wuxian and myself.

[construing]

〈 why are all her friends dicks? why is every one of them—is she a dick? is that why she attracts them?

this is why she needs a therapist. so someone can (kindly) answer that for her. 〉

Yeah, yeah. Is that part of the eye thing or is that a you thing?

[blackfire]

The two are interchangeable.

（ for good or ill, the sharingan is entwined with his destiny. ）

[construing]

That's not cryptic.

〈 it's always fun talking to itachi. even if she came in with no questions, she is sure to come out with at least twelve. 〉

Well, 〈 she claps her hands on her thighs, and rises easily, 〉 I'll leave you to it. If anything comes up that you can't make heads or tails of, text me.

[blackfire]

（ it's cute you think he'd actually reach... out... he's more likely to do endless amounts of research until he knows what's up on his own, but sure!!

he rises as she does, just as effortlessly. ）

Thank you for thinking of me. I will drop them off at your room later.

[construing]

〈 luckily, she has enough optimism for the two of them. get with the program, itachi. 〉

Any time.

〈 studiously not replaying the flex of his muscles as he stands— 〉 You, uh— Keep at it. Good—range of motion.

〈 yeah, she's leaving now. venom manifests shoes immediately before her feet touch the hallway floor.

no one ask her the color of anything in that room. 〉

[blackfire]

（ you strange girl.

he nearly lets her go, but at the last moment — ）

My shoulder is healing well. There will be no lasting damage.

（ combination of shinobi physiology and very studious applications of healing, but hey. ）

[construing]

〈 surprise briefly touches her expression before it melts into immense relief. a knot she was unknowingly carrying releases its tension. i'm glad, she thinks, but she cannot push it past her teeth. not with her having been responsible in the first place.

in the end, she can only tip her chin down in a tiny nod of acknowledgement, a gentle smile curling her lips. the door slides shut behind her. 〉