[ Jesse gives her a rueful little half-smile and a nod. ]
Yeah. I dunno, but...
[ Probably not good, right? He shakes his head. ]
Nah. It was just there. I thought... [ This is kinda embarrassing. He ducks his head, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. ] I got kinda...kinda wasted last night. I thought, maybe I ordered Chinese or something, and someone stole it, but left the cookie. You know?
[ At Jesse's admission, her expression turns amused, and she cracks a grin. ]
Hey, we've all been there, right? It'd be pretty messed up if someone stole your food. 'Specially if it was food that good. [ Ah, man. Now she's hungry. ] But, since the alternative is...that someone left it out for you like they did for me, that's not...great.
[ How many people found the same this morning? And...why? ]
Plus, even if that'd been true, why would the fortune be...well, so specific? It's not like they usually are, with takeout, right? It's more stuff like "always keep smiling," or "red is your lucky color."
[ She doesn't judge him the way he'd half been expecting her too, and Jesse's respect for her shoots up tenfold. He grins, happy and relieved, only to sober almost immediately. ]
Yeah. Yeah, that's, uh...
[ The more likely scenario, unfortunately. He glances down at the paper crumpled in his hand, then back at her. ]
What's yours say?
I mean, if...if you wanna say. You don't gotta, it's - no pressure.
[ He's a stranger, and nobody else from her world is here. There's no real danger in it. Still, an uneasiness twinges at the pit of her stomach at the prospect, and though she's usually an expert at masking her expression, there's a definitive flicker in her face. ]
It... [ Oddly (perhaps, given what she's about to say), she cracks a faint smile. ] Said I was gonna die?
[ Which you might take to be a threat, if you weren't a person who had a mess of confusing...not quite memories, but awareness, of a life in which you were murdered. ]
[ Oh shit. Jesse's face goes slack, just a split-second of shock and horror before he manages to mask it, getting as cloase to reassuring as possible. ]
Sounds like bullshit.
[ His tone, thank God, is easy and natural, without a tremor of the fear that had spiked through him. ]
Someone just messing with you. Honestly? It's a pretty sick joke.
Yeah. For sure. [ ... ] But that's why I asked, 'cause it seems like they're not just messing with me.
[ Depending on what kinds of things are being left for other people, this is either a sick joke on a pretty wide scale, or...something else. Something...maybe worse.
Not that she has any idea what. The whole thing is nutty. ]
I won't let it bother me. [ Aerith's quick to add. ] I really just wanted to see if I could figure out what's up.
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Yeah. I dunno, but...
[ Probably not good, right? He shakes his head. ]
Nah. It was just there. I thought... [ This is kinda embarrassing. He ducks his head, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. ] I got kinda...kinda wasted last night. I thought, maybe I ordered Chinese or something, and someone stole it, but left the cookie. You know?
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Hey, we've all been there, right? It'd be pretty messed up if someone stole your food. 'Specially if it was food that good. [ Ah, man. Now she's hungry. ] But, since the alternative is...that someone left it out for you like they did for me, that's not...great.
[ How many people found the same this morning? And...why? ]
Plus, even if that'd been true, why would the fortune be...well, so specific? It's not like they usually are, with takeout, right? It's more stuff like "always keep smiling," or "red is your lucky color."
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Yeah. Yeah, that's, uh...
[ The more likely scenario, unfortunately. He glances down at the paper crumpled in his hand, then back at her. ]
What's yours say?
I mean, if...if you wanna say. You don't gotta, it's - no pressure.
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It... [ Oddly (perhaps, given what she's about to say), she cracks a faint smile. ] Said I was gonna die?
[ Which you might take to be a threat, if you weren't a person who had a mess of confusing...not quite memories, but awareness, of a life in which you were murdered. ]
Little aggressive, for a cookie.
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Sounds like bullshit.
[ His tone, thank God, is easy and natural, without a tremor of the fear that had spiked through him. ]
Someone just messing with you. Honestly? It's a pretty sick joke.
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[ Depending on what kinds of things are being left for other people, this is either a sick joke on a pretty wide scale, or...something else. Something...maybe worse.
Not that she has any idea what. The whole thing is nutty. ]
I won't let it bother me. [ Aerith's quick to add. ] I really just wanted to see if I could figure out what's up.