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[ex_finnish_604]

[It had been weeks. Months, even. Two of them. Two months of smiling and going about life as normal aside from staying inside a little more often. Not much had changed, really. There were times he wished it would rain and times that all he wanted to do was stay outside and stare up at the perfect clouds all day. He continued to take saunas, mostly alone.

But today? Today was different, for Finland had decided to take some time to think alone outside, first on the porch before eventually settling on one of the old metal swings belonging to the park's vacant swingset. After all, the sun was beginning to set and all of the good little drone children had already run home to the scent of their smiling drone mothers' cooking. It would do for now. Only passerbys would notice him this way, men coming home from work or the occasional person going for a walk. It didn't matter, did it? No, of course not.

He draws circles in the dirt with the toe of his shoe, carefully inspecting the cross-shaped pendant in his hand. Though the bright smile Finland is known for is notably absent, his distant stare coupled with his expression don't seem to portray sadness as much as listless apathy or deep, deep thought. However, it's unusual to see him completely alone. Maybe company was really what he needed the most.]

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[survived]

[It admittedly takes him a moment to register the presence of another person, though Finland quickly puts on a smile as soon as he looks up and spots the girl.]

Moi, Kay!

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[You're not fooling anyone, mister. She saw that frown.]

"...What's wrong?"

[survived]

[His smile is feigned fairly well, but it does have flaws if you look closely enough.]

I just wanted to get out of the house for a bit!

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[No one can hide their true feelings from an Ace Attorney sidekick character! Or something. But still. She's a little concerned.]

"What were you looking at just now?"

[survived]

[YOU'RE NOT DETECTIVE CONAN, GET OUT.]

This? [He raises the pendant.] It's a gift that a friend gave me many years ago. I always have it with me.

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[Nods, smiling a little wistfully for a moment.]

"I have something like that too."

[survived]

[He smiles softly, this time for real.]

Do you?

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

Yeah... except for me, it was my dad. We kept a promise diary together when I was a little girl, and wrote all sorts of father-daughter promises in it. Things we could always count on each other to do or not do.