Floor 4, Room 4

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KURAPIKA

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[ Perfect. That's exactly what he wanted.

When Yamato eventually wakes, he'll find a cup of tea sitting on the coffee table, and Kurapika curled up in a nearby chair and reading a different book. ]

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[ He wakes up after...a while. Sorry. He'll be in here for at least half an hour, sleeping. But he gets up, looks around and sees Kurapika.

Oops. ]

Ah...sorry. Did I really fall asleep in here?

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You did. I imagine you needed it.

[ It's a good thing he didn't pass out in the hall, honestly.

Kurapika nods towards the tea siting on the table. It's still plenty warm, so he only just settled in this chair a few minutes ago. ]

That's yours.

[ It's chamomile, or whatever the equivalent of that is in this world. ]

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...Oh.

[ He looks over at the tea. It's...well, he won't say he's surprised by Kurapika's generosity, but it's nice nevertheless. ]

Thanks. You didn't have to do that, but...thank you.

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[ He glances away, down at his book, before looking back over at Yamato. ]

Hurry up and drink it before it goes cold.

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[ Alright, alright. He'll drink some of it, and it sure is good...but there's something he wants to say -- ]

You remind me a lot of one of my group members, actually. He's just as huffy and proud as you are.

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Group members?

[ He raises an eyebrow, not sure what exactly Yamato means by that.

But this is an opening, isn't it? ]

Tell me about them.

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Ah, I didn't tell you about being an idol, did I? Or maybe I just didn't mention I'm in a group.

[ He tilts his head, thoughtful. ]

The one you remind me of...his name's Iori. He's one of the youngest ones, but he's a little stuffy and acts mature for his age. He's a pretty big softie on the inside, though.

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[ Wow, he's feeling a little called out? Huffing about it won't help his case, so he just closes his book over his fingers to keep his place. ]

...I see.

[ He'll take that as a compliment. ]

What are the rest of your group members like?

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[ TEEHEE. ]

Let's see...there're five others. Riku, our upbeat and hardworking center; Tama, who's Iori's age and loves pudding; Sou, who's closer to my age and one of the most dedicated people I know; Nagi, who loves us more than anyone else; and Mitsu, who also worked hard to get where he is today.

[ His expression is incredibly fond. He loves them a lot, it seems...but he also seems a little sad, talking about them. ]

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You really miss them, don't you?

[ It's the first thing out of Kurapika's mouth, an observation he feels is important to point out, otherwise Yamato may never acknowledge it. ]

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[ ... ]

Why are you looking at me that way?

[ A sigh escapes his lips. He doesn't want to think about them, but. ]

Of course I do.

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[ His expression relaxes. ]

…I didn’t think you would actually answer me.

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It's embarrassing, but...yeah. I just wanna go home.

[ He's so tired, man. ]

I don't know if they'll have a space for me anymore, but there's only one way to find out.

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What do you mean? Why wouldn't they?

[ It sounded as if Yamato was fond of all of them, so why wouldn't that fondness be returned? ]

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Hmmm.

[ His smile evens out, like he's trying to hide something, like he's trying not to let Kurapika know how bothered about that he really is. ]

Arguments happen. Sometimes, things don't go smoothly. That's all there is to it.

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It clearly isn't.

[ Do you think he's unable to see just how fake that smile is, Yamato?

Kurapika knows a liar when he sees one. ]

If it was a simple argument, you wouldn't worry about going back.

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Hey, hey, it was a pretty intense one, you know.

[ He carefully clasps his hands together in his lap. ]

... You don't believe me, do you?

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You know what one of my abilities was back home, Yamato?

[ He leans forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees. ]

Dowsing Chain—I could find objects and missing people, but I could also detect lies. After using it so often, I learned to spot them even without it.

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[ Jesus Christ. Why is he so intimidating. Why can't he just lie in peace, man- ]

Why do you want to know so badly? It's -- they're my mistakes. My act to clean up. It's my fault that I might not even have a home to go back to anymore.

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That's...what you wanted to hear. Wasn't it.

[ That, indeed, was very honest and said out of frustration. So yeah. ]

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I wouldn't say I wanted to.

[ But, well... hm.

He actually likes Yamato, so. Maybe he did want to hear it. ]

Why can't you clean up your act, then? If you care that much about returning home, resolve to fix things.

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I already have. You don't have to worry about that.

[ He's got issues, a lot of them, but that's one of the things he's figured out during his time here. ]

But...a lot of my worries have to do with my personal history. Heh...being the hidden lovechild of a famous actor, and all the baggage that comes with that, might be pretty dangerous for my group. I've already got people on my case about it...and I didn't tell them. I didn't tell them what's been weighing on my mind.

Mitsu decided he was tired of it. We got into a fight over it.

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It sounds like you already know what your mistake was there.

[ So he's not going to harp on that, not at all. Instead, he'll shift the focus a bit here, turning to what's solvable. ]

So... what do you plan on doing about it?

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Telling them, of course. The truth and all of that. After that...it'll be up to them.

[ The truth. The reality of how this might hurt their reputation. The reality of how untrustworthy and vile he really is. ]

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[ Kurapika sits back in his chair again, letting out a sigh. ]

You would be surprised at what your friends will accept, Yamato. They sound like good friends, so... all they need is an explanation.