Lost Carnival - IC Inbox

[soft_focus]

✆CHANNEL FREQUENCY: 141.44144
DESCRIPTION: Sometimes Reira takes a minute to answer, since she sometimes knocks the volume dial too far, and anyone shouting through it hurts her ears.

✉MAIL BOX LOCATION: Mailbox on Door
DESCRIPTION: It's a rather simple mailbox that was already built into the trailer. Reira checks it every day! (since you're supposed to, apparently)

Comments

[bananaspeedrider]

If you want to believe what they're trying to make you believe, that's how you let them know.

So Yuya's gonna be alright as long as you reflect his words that way.

[soft_focus]

.....................reflect.............?

[What.] ........what do mirrors have to do with lying about feelings and having to have someone say their words back but stronger..!?

[Oh. She does pause- saying it like that makes Reflect make sense, at least, but-] ...Why does saying the same thing back help, if telling them to believe doesn't? ...I know you said lying about being happy is something he does...

...but why does it have to be like this..? ...Why can't he just make sure someone can help him, and why does help have to be this way...

[Because people are people, is why, Reira.]

[bananaspeedrider]

Because people in general don't make sense, so I'm telling you what I know that works for Yuya right now.

[In the end, this is still Yugo- the guy that doesn't quite know the ins and outs of social interaction such as personal space.]

You'll get it after even more years of experience that this stuff is hard and hard to explain.

[soft_focus]

[Well. That's not helpful AT ALL.]

.....That's not helping now, [She mutters, starting to continue walking back to her trailer.]

...I just want him to be able to not be sad... ...For real...

[It is mostly muttered to herself, at this point- though Yuugo is welcome to chase after and insist upon something else, perhaps.]

[bananaspeedrider]

[Just before she goes however, Yugo rests a hand on Reira's head and gives it a pat.]

It's good he has friends like us and more who care about him eh...? Night, Reira.

[soft_focus]

Ah- [Well...she pauses a minute to take that in at least, and simply sighs from there, nodding.] ...Yeah.

...goodnight. [Hwaaah! She's exhausted, it's pretty late. Off she goes back home anyway.]