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Shu might be spacing out, staring at the white ceiling and thinking things like it's so white....how can someone paint that evenly sort of weird whim when Leslie came in. Her head turned to the voice like a sensitive cat sparkling its eye for food time. "Hello hello." She said it twice and waved her hand eagerly.

"As you said, you were not you and I was not I. We are even. It felt better after taking the Aspirin but it still hurt whenever I tried to recall my memories. I think it also related to my deprivation of sleep.....?" She pondered.

"I didn't ask in detail in the DM, can you tell me the whole thing? Nellie suggested that she was normal so she won't be the one initiated the fight -" The petite girl didn't continue but chose to take a glance at the hunter.

"Was it the red eye again?"asked Shu cautiously.

She knew how painful it was to recall memories - awful one that sent pangs of ache, thus she said "can you". In normal cases, she won't force Leslie to say anything he didn't want. They might be close, in the way that they hid things and secrets to themselves until asked. It was something easily pointed out from Shu.

Lucky.

Linking the dots together, she got the general picture of what happened. Because of the two infections, people fought against each other mindlessly. Pure violence. "The desire to dominate by destruction." She stated. So she really hurt herself. "Wait w-what - I CHOKED YOU?!" She almost screamed out. "Oh dear oh dear oh dear that's super extremely horribleeeeee." She shook her head for denial as she covered her face with both hands. The dark hair slid down on two sides made her look miserable like a ghost.

It was believed that she would do it forever until something landed on her lap. She dredged it up and held it tightly, face rubbing against the soft touch of it. She smiled sweetly like it was the first time to receive a gift. Clearly, it won't be like that, but he was the first one to bring something to her. "You are the best, Leslie, thank you!" She gave him a quick hug, squishing the plushie between them for a few seconds.

She had been deprived of physical contact with others, and that small fast hug reminded her how wonderful feeling the body warmth of another person. A lot of hugs, she decided to give her friends, after she was allowed to leave.

"What is it? Does it have a name?"

The surge of sorry and sadness all washed away by the loud laughter of the Mist hunter, it felt great to see him smiling that bright but she felt being teased. Shu puffed up her cheeks like the plushie while she rested her head onto the head of it. "That's not funny at all." She huffed. "But I like your smile, you should smile like that more often."

"Oh-okay, what should I name you, Mr.Frog?" She asked the plushie or just a mumble quietly. "Mr. Ribbit! What do you think, Leslie? It's a good name, right?" She feigned a bored face and grabbed up the plushie's limb to wave at Leslie since he seemed spaced out, probably thinking his cigarettes, she thought.

"Meh." She made a whatever noise that sounded like sheeps' meeps. "I think I have many chances making fool of myself and then you can laugh at me." She huffed, blowing the hime bangs above her eyebrows up.

"Alright, Mr. Ribbit, that's your name from today." She fiddled with the plushie with a sweet smile. "Leslie, you know, sometimes your attitude makes me wanna pinch your cheeks. I used to do that to my brother." She raised up her head and grinned with teeth exposed. "Do you have anything you wanna talk to me?"

If she talked, she probably talked a lot of topics he won't be interested in. "As usual, if you share me something, I will share you something back as a fair trade." Her eyes lit with shrewdness. "What do you think?"

"You're threatening me!" Shu opened her mouth and said exaggeratedly with a tone of accusation, a finger pointed at Leslie. She would try to touch him like it's a challenge, it can be seen by her claw-like hands ready on both sides, they can totally fite even she wasn't confirmed breaking bone or not. But - then he offered.

As if nothing had happened, she dropped her hands and then raised one up like a good student mumbling "Me! Me! Me, pick me!". Her reply was "PRESENT!" Not with the meaning of when your name is said in the roll call. Shu's mind was thinking a lot of unrelated stuff apparently.

For Shu, Past is the past. Even though she indulged in memories all the time, she was more interested in her friends' recent statuses. She made some puppy-like enthusiastic expressions at Leslie, tell me Leslie, tell me.

The mature girl rolled her eyes at the immature boy, how old are you Leslie. "Nope." She denied, "Friend's stuff is always interesting to me." Shu wagged a finger at Leslie complacently. She pounded forwards like some sort of animal, bringing herself closer to the tattoo. "Tattoo! Matching tattoo! So romantic!" She made a dreamy expression with her hands in prayer gesture, she completely forgot he'd told her they were brother-sister.

"Did it hurt? Can I touch it? Who's idea was that? It looks great, really really awesome!" She stared at Leslie, waiting for his permission even though hand was up already. It would be possible she would make sad puppy eyes until he surrendered. "I don't think tattoo would look cool on me sadly, if the wound on the leg leaves a scar." She pouted, still staring vehemently.

"LESLIE! I am not pervert, take back your words!" Shu huffed, might be blushing for the unreal accusation or hot blooded. "Oh-ah no matching tattoo." If it was unclear what she said was romantic, Leslie should get the idea from her disappointed voice. She touched it anyway, gingerly, as if the spines would sting her finger.

Her eyes were still gazing at the tattoo, "Hmm, how long did it take? Does it hurt? If you have to describe the level of pain, what would it be?" Bee stings, hammered, a cut, she had to prepare herself before she considered doing it. "I have to ask Abbi-chan to show me then!" If the dagger stab didn't leave a scar, she still had a long ugly scar resulted from incised cut of glass. It was the reason she always seen wearing long stockings or leggings. It was distasteful.