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[sadpoem]

[…?]

What would you tell them? [Wait.

[He sits up a little straighter.]

Give them a message.

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Yeah?

[Tell him little buddy.]

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[Omori frowns a moment, thinking. It's not typical for him to be so expressive; right now, he looks young and hurt, just like a child. He takes in a breath through his nose.]

Tell them...that I never told them to leave Sunny alone. [That matters. He made that compromise.] Tell them to stop touching me. Tell them to stop hurting him.

[At some point, the message becomes more direct. Little fists ball up the fabric of his shorts.] I protect him. I'm the only one that has. I've been here longer than they think. If I'm there, it means he doesn't want to be.

I know what's best for him. They need to listen.

[Has Adam - has anyone - ever heard Omori talk this much? He looks worn out.]

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[Adam listens, actually taking this seriously.]

Got it. I’ll tell them.

[He means it!]

Quick question - who are his friends, again?

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[This is a great act of trust.

[Omori trusts Adam...]

Tell Aubrey.

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Aubrey. Got it.

[How hard can it be to find an Aubrey??]

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She lives next to Sunny. [Bitter, again.] She never leaves. [Untrue, but, again, bitter.]

Her username is A-U-B.

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…She doesn’t like knives, too, does she?

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Swords.

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Cool.

[Normal!]

Since I don't fancy getting made into a shish-kabob, I'm gonna text her before anything else.

hehe we can wrap here

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Good. [Aubrey hates texting.]