It's so ridiculous it can only be real.
Oggetto
| counting out my sins just to cross them off |
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"That was a really shitty thing to do." She tells him as he walks her home, not that she needed to be walked home in the first place. "You could have just asked me over, like a normal person."
It says a lot, that she has to explain this to him.
He raises an eyebrow at her. Ryuk is sandwiched between them like a child as they walk, eyes moving from him to her with curious expectation.
"You would have said no." He tells her, like it's obvious, like he knows her, but maybe he does, maybe he understands just like she understands him. And here she thought she was less obvious. "Besides, this is convenient."
"Convenient?" She blinks at him, the January breeze cold in her eyes.
He rolls his eyes at her impudent, like he's smarter than her.
"I could hardly explain to my mother the way we actually met." He inhales. "Now, we have a plausible explanation to how we met."
"Of course." It's her turn to roll her eyes, even if she can't fault his reasoning. "And I've already met your family, so you can use me as an excuse if you need to slip away and they ask where you're going."
He nods his head, pleased, and she thinks he might offer her a cookie because she's been a good girl. Condescension rolls off of him, he's clever and he knows. She wants to smack him, but then she is also vaguely impressed.
"My sister liked you enough." They might share some looks, but she has a hard time imagining what they talk about. "And my mother thinks you're from a good family and polite, she approves."
"Approves of what?" She shakes her head, not liking where this is going. "We're hardly dating."
"No, of course not." He tilts his head to the side, innocent. "I have to meet your family first."
She pauses in her step suddenly, blinks and then, without being able to control it, she laughs. It's loud and bubbles in her chest, bursts in her throat, spreads like wildfire all the way to her belly and then her feet.
His face hardens, as if he thinks she's laughing at him, which she is.
"You're funny, you know that?" She manages between bouts of laughter, holding her sides because they hurt.
"No, no I don't know that." He's offended, she's offended him. "What's so funny about this?"
"A notebook that causes heart attacks, Death Gods, a seventeen year old mass murderer who can't even legally drink has most likely just propositioned me after plotting some diligent way for me to meet his family." She inhales. "And now he wants me to take him home and introduce him to my family."
It's so ridiculous it can only be real. She could never come up with this kind of delusion.
He opens his mouth, like he wants to argue, but then closes it, probably realizes that there is no valid argument to any of this (for a second, just a second, she thinks she can see the ghost of amusement pass on his face, but then it's gone).
"Are you done now?" He asks as he moves forward towards her. She nods her head, shakes off the remaining laughter and, to add to the ridiculousness, links her arm with his.
Ryuk now hovers over their heads, not saying a word, but with a grin that is too large and too inhuman to be something good.
a/n : Chapter 11 and I'm completely healed up. School is over, but work calls. Let me know what you thought and thank you for all the love you've given this story. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed.