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[rippled]

doesn't try to spell her name

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[sarkazm]

[a wish, huh... she doesn't look up from their nails, but her tail flicks.]

So what were you wishing for?

[rippled]

... I don't even know. I don't remember it.

[ they just smile. ]

But I was assigned a partner, so I was just going to try to support his wish and see if my memory came back.

[sarkazm]

Great, another amnesiac.

[ughhhh. she rolls her eyes, going right back to painting.]

And if it didn't? Were you just gonna wish for your memory back? [a hum, before she flashes them a toothy little grin.] Imagine that. Needing to use the wish to remember what you were wishing for in the first place... at that point, you're just fucked.

[rippled]

No, nothing like that. It's not like I lost my full memory. I know who I am and what has happened to me.

[ they frown. ]

I would just have to find a new wish, that's all.

[sarkazm]

So if you still know all of that... who are you, then.

[rippled]

Yes, it's why I wouldn't really say it's amnesia, just... an erasure of a specific thing.

[ an important thing! but still. ]

[sarkazm]

I'll take it over dealing with another person who doesn't know shit. Hold your hands still, that has to dry.

[in the meantime, she opens the red polish to start touching up her own nails.]

[rippled]

[ they will do as instructed. ]

Someone you know has amnesia, then?

[sarkazm]

They do. Makes it not even worth killing them... if they can't remember anything they did, what's the point?

[rippled]

Ah, so it's someone who did you wrong?

... that's troublesome.

[sarkazm]

You have no idea!

[her own don't require much work, just a little fixing here and there; she's done quickly enough.]

They'll remember eventually, though. And when they do, I'll be there.

[rippled]

We should finish things off here quickly then, so you don't miss that.

[ imagine missing important plot progression because you're in murder ]