Huh? Oh... [A but if a surprised pause, before she smiles at him.] Well, it's sweet of you to apologize. But I get it. Not a lot of positive experiences with the undead and too many stereotypes to go around. Maybe when this is over, we can set up an undead meet and greet with some people who will totally blow your socks off.
[He will. Absolutely believe that. And now earnestly thinks Sheila is a good person.]
Oh! That's why you spoke up then. You're a good friend to them then, you know? Not everyone can speak up about their own problems, so it's nice to see that you'll speak up for others.
[Rin is not easy to track down, but he's out there in the void somewhere. And he's looking very downtrodden right now too. Possibly beating himself up over something, possibly thinking about other things? Who's to say?
[I promised a memshare and here it is! Rin doesn't even get time to say 'hi' before he's hit by starglitter and this comment followed by this sub-thread is seen, and then also the final verdict too. I'm crying, linking memshares from trials is hard.]
[He's actually at the restaurant! He usually gets food before curfew and today will be no exception! But Rin has one working arm and is looking a little frustrated about that. Eating left-handed is hard.]
[Rin is ever the chef, and he looks over the burrito when he gets the plate.]
Oh, it's kinda like a food-wrap, huh?
[He'll pick it up with his one hand, and I'm assuming it's more structurally sound than the Taco Bell burrito I ate on Thursday so it won't fall apart all over him. He'll take a bit, chewing slowly as he considers the flavors.]
[It's going to be quite late when Rin finally makes it around to where Sheila is, because he has to wake up from being knocked out and deal with a few things first. But when he does show up later, it's with a burrito and a can of soda. His voice sounds a little raw too, and he looks a little pale but otherwise okay]
Hey...I know it's late, but are you up for a visitor?
[Well, here's Sheila! Alive and well and curiously looking around the convenience store despite my best efforts to put her in the dirt. She holds up two different kinds of onigiri in her hands, squinting at them.
Yeeees...? [She stares back.] Why are you looking at me like—
[Wait.]
... Ohhhh, oh, shit. You weren't there. [JUST. SORT OF JAZZ HANDS. Still holding an onigiri in each hand.] Surprise! Would you believe me if I said I woke up this morning and instead of having a very awkward reunion with Rupert, I had to dig my way out of my grave? Let me tell you, not how I planned to start the week.
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Week 2, Monday
Hey, sorry about all that zombie stuff at the trial. It really bothered you, didn't it?
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[He was honestly surprised by even the one. Speaking of which-]
Er. I think that's why you spoke up, right? Because it was offending you?
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Me? Undead? [A little bit of a pffffbbt.] No. I'm just a realtor from California. But...
[Sheila trails off, and then sighs.]
I know people who are undead? And they don't like to be called zombies. It's such a negative word.
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Oh! That's why you spoke up then. You're a good friend to them then, you know? Not everyone can speak up about their own problems, so it's nice to see that you'll speak up for others.
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Yeah! Speaking up for others, it's not easy.
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[... A pause, though, as something occurs to her.]
Hey, Rin, you said you were a half-demon... right? Is everything okay at home?
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Week 2, Saturday
But he's here, and he's ready for conversations.]
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Sheila would have tried looking for him after the trial, so she seems a bit relieved to find him — though it's quickly overtaken by concern.]
Oh, sweetie... How are you feeling?
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Tired, and a little angry too, but it's not as bad as it could be. I just feel bad for Bucky, that's all.
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[He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.]
And we still gotta find the person who did it too, because they might have a shadow in them still.
Week 3, Sunday
Gah!
week four, thursday.
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Maybe I should just eat finger food.
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Sheila approaches the table, looking at whatever he's eating.]
You could try a burrito? You only need one hand to bring it to your mouth.
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[SWEET CHILD...]
Never mind my opinion. We're getting you a burrito right now and you will find out for yourself.
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Well okay, if I can eat it one-handed then it should be good,
[He's willing to try new things! And he even likes spicy foods so hot sauce is ok by him.]
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Go on, give it a try.
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Oh, it's kinda like a food-wrap, huh?
[He'll pick it up with his one hand, and I'm assuming it's more structurally sound than the Taco Bell burrito I ate on Thursday so it won't fall apart all over him. He'll take a bit, chewing slowly as he considers the flavors.]
That's a lotta beans in there.
Week 4, Saturday
Hey...I know it's late, but are you up for a visitor?
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You're welcome anytime, Rin.
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Thanks. I...
[He's been feeling really low tonight, but he shakes his head. This is about her, not him. So he comes closer and offers what he brought.]
I brought you some stuff. I uh. I tried to grab you a bottle of wine, but it turned into this when I grabbed it.
[He still sounds a little unsure of himself, and he does look a little pale. But he's trying.]
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Aw... Well, it's the thought that counts. Though, I'm kind of glad they're not letting kids take the booze?
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Rin will not question it though. If she's not hungry, she's not hungry.]
I don't think I'd drink it anyway. One seltzer at that party was enough to give me a hangover, it's not worth it.
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[lightweight...]
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[He's such a lightweight.]
It's 20 where I'm from though, not 21.
week five, monday.
Is this... a jelly donut?]
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Well Rin is right there, ready to get some 'jelly donuts' too. But when he sees a hand grabbing one he starts to talk as he looks up.]
Have you had 'em yet? It's always hard to tell if they're good or not-
[But he stops when he sees who it is.]
...Sheila???
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[Wait.]
... Ohhhh, oh, shit. You weren't there. [JUST. SORT OF JAZZ HANDS. Still holding an onigiri in each hand.] Surprise! Would you believe me if I said I woke up this morning and instead of having a very awkward reunion with Rupert, I had to dig my way out of my grave? Let me tell you, not how I planned to start the week.
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It's really you! Shit, I'm so sorry.
[What?]
I-I mean, I'm glad to see you here, but I'm sorry for everything that happened.