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"No, there's no way you did." She says it immediately, though somewhere in the back of her mind, she wants to teach any assassins who went after him a lesson. A painful one.

But she's focusing more on how strangely he's acting right now, because it could be a curse...or something else. "I know that one on your neck wasn't there until after that curse, so they had to happen here." After a pause, her expression grows serious. "There's no way you could just forget something like that unless something's messing with you, Tyr."

"Rita..." His hand grips the counter to ground himself. This isn't right. How would she know if it was there or not?, he thinks. Were they that close? He doesn't even remember that.

This entire thing is making him sick.

He turns his back to her, not liking how she's looking at him right now. He hates when people pry too much (why?), and her eyes are definitely trying to pry into him.

"You're making a big deal out of nothing. I know what happened, so don't keep assuming you know everything about me. It's really annoying..."

Her eyes widen in surprise, and then her expression quickly hardens a little. Something's very wrong if he's saying that. "Now I know there's something going on." She can't be too angry with him, knowing that this isn't how Tyr would normally talk to her--but it's still irritating to hear that.

She scowls and crosses her arms as she stares at his back. "If you remember, we've blacked out and forgotten things before..." She hates bringing it up, but it's exactly what's on her mind. "When those parasites were controlling us, remember?"

She's really starting to piss him off until she brings up their first meeting.

Some tension drains from his shoulders. She's right about that... They blacked out everything. They were run ragged but couldn't understand it. Is that what's happening now?

His head hurts even more now.

"I remember..." he admits after a long pause. And that's all he'll say.

She watches him intently, waiting for more. But though he doesn't say anything else, she softens a little. "So you know why I'm worried... It's weird for you to forget something that big. I want to know why, or if you've forgotten anything else..."

But where she should she start thinking? If Tyr has forgotten more than just his involvement in that curse--and why would he only forget that?--then any one of his memories could be affected...

"Could it just be ones you made here?" She's mostly thinking out loud, not really talking directly to him. "Or ones from before that, too?"

Irritation rises as she keeps talking. Which memories he's lost, the idea that some were tampered with. It's disgusting, and with only her here, she ends up being the target of his annoyance.

And he knows that, so he tries to calm down. She doesn't deserve this.

"How am I supposed to know? This still doesn't feel real... I don't feel like I've forgotten anything."

He must be feeling pretty awkward about this, she realizes... She is basically telling him that something's messing with his mind without him knowing. Of course he isn't going to like it.

"I know. It doesn't sound like the memory's missing, more like...it's altered." Her own voice is pretty calm--she's a little worried about him, but on the other hand, it could be only temporary. "If it's just a curse, it probably doesn't mean anything. Maybe they'll come back tomorrow."

He nods slowly. That makes more sense. Some of his tension eases as he considers it.

"Right... So let's not worry about it now. If it's serious, it won't end for a while."

Saying that, he turns back to the discarded food and slides the sloppily scrambled eggs onto the plate with the sausages. They should be cooked enough.

She watches him, her heart feeling a little like something's tugging on it, and finally blurts out, "Sorry. It's not like I wanted to make you worry something was wrong." Her hand runs through her hair again, fidgety. "Let's see if it goes away by tomorrow."

"Right," he answers with a small smile. "Thanks for thinking about me...but let's not worry about it now. It might just be a weird, pointless curse."

With that, he holds the huge plate out to her with a smile.

"For now, let's just eat some breakfast. You're worrying too much over nothing." He hates seeing her fret. She must have just been so worried, and he was taking it out on her.

She takes the plate with a little smile, answering, "Thanks..." He seems so happy--it's almost hard to think that anything could be wrong. But while she thinks there's good reason to worry when she doesn't know the exact nature of the curse, there's no point losing their heads over it unless something else happens.

That in mind, she perks up a little. "So other than that, you're feeling okay, right?"

It doesn't feel like there's anything wrong now. Maybe she's the one that's cursed; that would make just as much sense.

"I'm fine, promise. So come on, let's forget about this and get something to eat. Then you can tell me what's on your mind..."

Yesterday's curse obviously affected her. He wants to know what happened to her.

She sits down at the table and digs in--she didn't even realize until now that the smell of the food cooking was making her so hungry. "Nuffinelly," is the response he gets with her mouth stuffed before she swallows. "I just wanted to make sure you were all right after--you know--I took your blood and everything..."

She tries not to think about the fact she drank it or else she's going to lose her appetite...

Drinking his blood is gross to him, but he doesn't need to think about it. He never tasted it, and it didn't hurt all too much... He shakes his head with a smile, simply sitting across from her. It's good to see her eating.

"I was fine. I've had worse attacks than that during the war..." he says it casually like it's not really a big deal to talk about. Like that bite, it's all in the past now.

"Well, it was just a bite, after all," she replies, though she's pretty sure it could be serious if she bit him the wrong way or drank too much...

But moving on from drinking his blood, she still thinks he sounds weirdly cheerful about being attacked. Maybe he's just...being put in a really good mood from the curse? "It would've been a pretty weird war if all your enemies did was try to drink your blood." Actually, that could get pretty creepy.

His face twists a little. "That never happened... Sierra was part of Riou's army, not mine."

He was fortunate enough to only get relatively normal attacks against him. No-one tried to eat him.

Thanks to that, she's now trying to imagine a vampire in Riou's army. "Ugh..." At least Tyr didn't have any trouble with her. While Rita's still curious about the curse, Tyr doesn't seem too badly changed... She can't help but remember some of the things he said to her while they were arguing, though. It almost makes her want to ask about his memories of the two of them, but decides against it--either way, bringing it up probably won't go over well.

Everything will be fine, anyway, just as long as it ends tomorrow.

As long as it's over tomorrow, things will be fine. They can both forget about it, he figures.

Nothing feels the least bit strange between the two of them, either. After how crazy things were over the weekend, retreating to the quiet of his old apartment just made sense. Even if nothing special really happened, just being able to sleep in peace together made everything better.

Now Tyr is happy, bright, and cheerful, as usual. And he's happy enough to just stay curled up against her in bed even though he's been awake.

That was Rita's hope.

Now, Rita's finally remembering the problem of a couple days ago. Retreating to his apartment for the weekend was a great idea while the City went crazy with visitors, but it made her forget to ask him about his memories.

Nevertheless, she isn't expecting it to still be a problem when she wakes up and stretches, mumbling a good morning followed by, "Hey, before I forget--how are your memories?"

That again?, he asks to himself. He groans as he reluctantly pushes himself onto his elbows to look her in the eye.

"Fine," he answers with a yawn as he rolls his shoulders and neck. It was a good night...and that's all he's thinking of now. "Same as always. You don't think I'm still remembering things wrong, do you?"

She snorts. "Of course not. But I said I'd check, and I forgot over the weekend..." She looks him right back, but there's not much in the way of seriousness in her expression. If everything's back to normal like he says, they can forget about it for good, so she continues, "So you remember what happened that October?"

"Mm," he hums and falls back onto his arms. He knows she thought one thing happened, but even if he tosses it around in his head, there's only one thing that could have happened. The Soul Eater has always given him painful dreams, but those are dreams and only dreams. Bad dreams, but he's used to them now.

"I told you before, I wasn't hurt that time... You know that."

She was starting to snuggle back into her pillow, but now her eyes fly open and she fixes him with a look of disbelief. "Huh? Hey, you're joking, right? You can't still be remembering it that way!" Not unless he is joking around...or whatever was affecting him wasn't just a curse after all.

He looks over at her from his folded arms. His voice is a little muffled when he first replies. "You can't really believe something that bad happened to me. You know I'm not careless enough to...be injured so badly that I need to recover for weeks."

Maybe his voice sounds a little pleading, too. He doesn't feel different. His body isn't worn out, he's not...feeling any differently. And neither is anyone else. Rita is the one who's turned disgustingly macabre.

And maybe she realizes that he's not happy with this discussion, but she can't just drop it. If he's really telling the truth, then something's wrong. She pushes herself up, sits cross-legged on the bed, and says, "I didn't say it was your fault." Truthfully, she has no idea how he got there. She can only assume he just appeared down there. "You know how the City pulls things like that. I just don't get why your memory isn't back."

Should she start trying to figure out if he's forgotten something else? Where can she start? "Hmm...Why don't you go over what happened when you led that army? If there's some kind of pattern to what you've forgotten, maybe we can figure it out."

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When do you want to do the time-skip? :3

Yes~ This is a good time.

Eeexcellent~ >:3

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