[ch. 2] monday, w/ ion

[asswipe]

[Wherever the nicer, 25% concerning version of Ion may be during Monday afternoon — Veronica will be flagging him down once she spots him.]

Ion, how are you doing?

[... Since the answer tends to be "worn out" every time she sees him. Someone give the anime pope a break.]

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[fragileprophet]

I'm doing alright.

[Thankfully, he doesn't look too much like he's about to pass out this time. I mean, he looks tired, but he always looks tired. Ion smiles cheerily at her, welcoming her over.]

It was a stressful weekend, so I think we're all hoping for some time to rest. How about you?

[asswipe]

I'm good. Or as well as anyone can be, considering where we're stuck.

[Murder and all. This weekend was a mess, with Ann's confession, Akechi losing his shit, two whole corpses... God.]

I'm glad you're doing alright, though. No offense, but you're not always looking too... uh, hot.

[fragileprophet]

[He raises a hand.]

No offense taken. I've always been delicate of constitution...I run out of energy very quickly. I hope I haven't concerned you too greatly, but I do appreciate your thoughtful words.

[He looks back down toward the ground, thinking.]

Hopefully...this week will be better for all of us.