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WHAT in person
WHERE the... cemetery?
WHEN day ""136""

[somewhere in cam... cour... uh, qm, there appears to be a new plot of land—some overgrown with weeds and other weed-adjacent plants, and some with towering oak trees and the like, and some with just perfect patches of freshly mowed and manicured grass...

also

there are tombstones every scattered all over this area, with the name of your father or father-figure on them, regardless of whether or not they are here or dead or here-dead.

yeeeeesh.]

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[Rin is so focused on his one-sided conversation with his father's headstone that he still isn't aware of Peter yet.]

...

I think I like a boy.

[And there it is.]

You wouldn't hate me for it right? ...no, I don't think you would. You adopted me knowing that I'm supposed to bring about the end of the world or some shit like that, so liking a boy's nothing compared to that.

Still...I wish I could actually talk to you about this stuff. It's hard, figuring out everything on my own. I know I'm making mistakes, and I don't want to hurt him. All I've ever done is hurt people. I'd like to do something right for once. Maybe be more of a human and less of a demon.

...I wish you were here, old man.

[ WELL. Shit. He absolutely did that to himself. Rin doesn't say a name, of course, so it could be anyone, right? But - god. That sure sounds like.

He goes bright red, turning away for a moment. Trying to process the thought his stupid crush might actually be reciprocated - and also the fact that Rin apparently feels kinda bad about it. The second half of that thought sobers him a little, draining the color from his cheeks. He knows Rin's too nice to actually dislike him just for being a boy crush, or anything like that. But.

(Also what's up with that world ending thing. He's gonna have to ask about that.)

He creeps away very, very quietly. And then, after looping back from a slightly different angle, he approaches again. This time making way more noise. ]

Hey, Rin. I was wondering if you'd be out here.

And then after I threw that dice at him, this dumb rain cloud appeared-

[It sounds like Rin was telling his dad another story, but he jumps a little and looks up when he hears Peter's voice.]

-oh hey!

[BOY IT SURE IS A GOOD THING PETER DIDN'T WALK UP EARLIER.]

Yeah, I guess I couldn't help but go looking for him.

[ Wow he missed out clearly. ]

Man, I don't blame you. What were you saying about the dice?

[Clearly.]

Oh man, so check this out: there were these dice, and when you rolled them weird stuff happened. Like I rolled a 2 and it started raining just on me. Like I had my own rain cloud or something. Crazy, right?

... What, back home? Or here?

Nah, that happened here.

Figures. Every time I think this place can't get any weirder...

At least that one was a fun kind of weird though. This weirdness-

[He gestures to the graveyard.]

-isn't so fun.

... Yeah. Yeah, I guess not.

[ He eyes the grave, his eyes quiet. ]

So, your dad. I guess I don't actually know much about him.

...Yeah.

[He definitely doesn't have the same last name as Rin, so.]

His 'day job' when he wasn't saving the world was as a priest running a church. That's were me and Yukio grew up.

A priest? Like, a Catholic one or something else?

Yep! I know quite a bit of that stuff since I was raised in the church too.

[He. He doesn't exactly follow it, since a good portion of Catholic things (like holy water and certain verses spoken aloud) actually hurt him. But he knows plenty about it.]

Me and Yukio even dressed up and did the Christmas plays and everything.

[ Peter can't help but be curious. Catholicism isn't something he has much experience with. ]

Yeah? Like - the pageants or whatever? Those always looked like fun.

Yeah, they're pretty fun. Making the costumes was always the fun part though, because we had to use old bedsheets and stuff. It looked so doofy in the pictures, but I guess it was more about the memory of it all anyway.

[He laughs a little.]

...our birthday is right after Christmas, so our first 'real Christmas' was when we were nearly a year old. Dad couldn't decide which one of us should be Jesus in the manger, so he numbered us 'Jesus 1' and 'Jesus 2' and had us both in the manger. Except Yukio cried the whole time and I escaped and crawled over to hide under the robes of one of the wise men.

[ Oh my god. Peter cracks up at that. ]

So which Jesus were you? 1 or 2?

Jesus 1, of course. Since I'm the older twin.

By, what, five minutes?

Hey now, those five minutes totally count!

Yeah? Are you more mature than your brother?

Totally more mature.

[He's a lying liar who lies.]

Uh huh. That seems totally believable.

You cant trust me, I never lie.

I don't think you lie. But I bet you and Yukio are rivals sometimes.

Maybe, but only sometimes. We're actually a pretty good team! He knows all about guns and firearms, while I know all the sword stuff. He's also way better at making plans, and I'm the one who makes the plans work. When we're both done with our training, we'll be an unstoppable duo.