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Pardon my strange question... When do feelings of friendship become something... else? And what is the best remedy for stopping such feelings? Not to imply it is unpleasant, or I've no desire to love the person in question. Merely that this is going to be an inconvenience for them.

And are those with budding romantic feelings for another still permitted to invite the person of their affection on dates? Is that taboo? It feels so very wrong.

... Maybe I'll use the pocketwatch and forget all of this. This is criminal of me.

[action : various cities]

[Eliot has gone off on a self-help love quest, because all of this really bugs him. He's not sure how valid his emotions are, given that his personality is a temporary front for his "library self." He's been stopping in book stores and convenience stores, even stopping in grocery stores, to pick up those trashy teenage gossip magazines. Particularly anything that promises to explain the social etiquette of modern romance.

He's also been picking up trashy magazines of a less appropriate variety. You'll know he picked up and flipped to a scandalous article when you hear him scream in public and hastily close the magazine, glowing red from embarrassment.]

o-oh... oh my goodness...! Modern publishing is shameless...!

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You mean its a bad habit.

[She knows a bad habit when she sees one. Rip has plenty she could use as an example, like murder for instance.]

In my experience, hypothetical iz never hypothetical.

It's a solution! [It's a bad habit.]

And then... Maybe you're wrong. It wouldn't be the first time.

Avoiding zhe issue by changing personalities is hardly vat I call a solution, Eliot.

[Rip just gives him a look.]

Oh~? Name zhe last time I vas wrong about zomething.

[He might want to tread carefully here.]

[not the MOM LOOK.]

I'm not avoiding it. I'm... dealing with it. With the more intelligent side of my personality.

[Speaking of not being the intelligent personality:] I would need to use the pocket watch to name specifics, so I'm sure I have plenty of examples.

[YES THE MOM LOOK.]

...You really are the idiot side, aren't you.

[This is just proving her point, you know that, right?]

Fine zhen prove it. At least your ozher half iz zhe sensible one und vill probably admit zhat you haf a bad habit relying on zhat zhing.

[Wait, really? Will the 'other him' betray 'this' Eliot that way???

He looks down at the pocket watch again.]

Aah... hahaha. You don't really mean that, right?

[Still giving him the look with a raised eyebrow. He can probably guess that she has her arms crossed as well.]

Maybe, maybe not. Zhe point is, you von't know it. Only zhe ozher one vould. Your switching vhenever zhings get tough doesn't help matters much. How are you supposed to learn if your ozher self iz zhe only one hafing zhe difficult experiences?

I really don't think it's a problem. I'm happier this way, right? The side of myself wouldn't set something like this up unless I was really desperate.

It's not like I'm totally oblivious either. I do still remember France?

Do you? Because it zeems to me you've been forgetting zhings.

[She's not letting up Eliot. Accept it. Rip's being...mother-ish.]

Und are you really happy being afraid of everyzhing to zhe point you retreat und dump it on zomeone else vhenever you can't deal? Did you ever stop to zhink zhat maybe your ozher half might get annoyed hafing to handle every little zhing you can't?

I mean... I'm not sure how to put this kindly, but honestly...? I don't care if he's annoyed or not. If I use the pocket watch, I can erase that side of myself for a while. I'm not really in a hurry to be him either. I need that side of me for work, but other than that, he's just a miserable person.

Isn't it better for everyone if we pretend that side of me doesn't exist? No one asks him to come out for tea: Just work.

Both of you are miserable because you are not a whole person.

[Just going to point that out there while she tries not to hunt him down and strangle him.]

You are zhe single most stubborn child I haf ever taken a liking to und zhat's saying something considering zhe ozher children I haf...

[She growled softly. Okay, she might not be ready to admit to anyone just yet that yes she has a motherly side, even if it does tend to peek out around Eliot.]

Und vat if I started asking to haf 'tea' vith him? Vould you allow it?

I-I'm perfectly fine and whole! I... [Hm. Trying to think of examples of how 'whole' he is mysteriously comes up empty. Eliot knows that even his likes and dislikes are constantly changing.]

I like Winry... That's... close to whole, right?

[That earns a frown.] You would be lying. No one actually wants to have tea with him. That's part of why he went away.

[See? He's proving her point.]

Falling in love vith a person isn't.. exactly how you become a whole person.

[Except, with Rip and Augustine...They do complete each other rather well, just like her and Namur do so maybe Rip's not exactly the right person to ask that question to...]

Vould I? I'm hardly your typical person now am I? I might enjoy his rude and gruff behavior.

[Eliot is silent on that front. Even if he's the one who made the suggestion, he knows Rip is correct. Especially since he's aware of how his feelings are borderline pointless. They aren't worth pursuing.]

... I don't think that I want you to, then.

[ugh, this is hard to admit. Especially to Rip.]

Even if I'm not whole, I'm still here. This version of me is still "me." And I'd like to be the side people prefer.

[Rip sighs and runs a hand through her bangs briefly.]

You know I'd razher see you as a whole person zhan separated like zhis.

[She grumbles under her breath and swears she's not parenting material despite feeling like that's exactly what she's doing right now.]

Und don't give up on liking zomeone. It may not make you a whole person like you vant, but... it iz still vorth pursuing. If it vasn't.. I vouldn't haf Augustine.

I don’t want to be whole.

[He insists this much more quietly this time.]

And I don’t need your advice. If all you’re going to do is lecture me and bully me, I’m leavinng.

I'm not trying to bully you.

[At least, not anymore anyway.]

Vant it or not, I'm giving it anyvay.

[She huffs softly and grumbles under her breath.]

Like I said, you are zhe single most stubborn child I've ever had zhe displeasure of caring for.

[She means that lovingly, honest. This is Rip's way of saying, she's your mother damn it. Now listen.]

[Lovijg family relationships are still hard for Eliot to grasp. He’s skeptical: Rip was really scary before, and he can’t understand the change.]

It’s been working for 300 years. And since I don’t remember life before Genessia, I don’t miss it. I don’t know if I’ve lost any friends here either, so that’s working too.

I don’t even know who I’d be if I combined both personalities. It wouldn’t be “me” anymore. I’d be some weird half grouchy mix who hates everything.

[The change happened because the kid grew on her and she regained memories of having adopted children before, not just killing them. Deal with it Eliot, your mother's complicated.]

It vould still be you, just.. more of you to contend vith und probably healthier. Besides, you only 'hate everyzhing' if you make yourself do zo. I doubt zhat vill happen und just because zhis has 'vorked' for 300 years, doesn't mean it's healthy.

Hell, zhe fact your memories before Genessia fading tells me zhat is iz not a good zhing.

[She draws a deep breath for a moment.]

So actually listen to me for once.

[Listen to your mother Eliot.]

You don't have any idea what you're talking about. Forgetting things is fine, and perfectly healthy. This is the only way that I can forget anything.

[He really is stubborn, as he huffs with annoyance and takes out his pocket watch. As... a threat? Who knows what's going through his mind.]

Dad-- Augustine understand why I'm like this.

No it's not, Eliot. Not major zhings like zhat. Forgetting should not be uzed as a means of escaping reality.

[And she's just as stubborn as she watches him take out that cursed pocket watch. Admittedly, with her temper rising with this conversation, she might be admitting to things she doesn't want to.]

Your fazher... Augustine coddles you. I'd like to say as your.. mozher, I haf more sense zhen zhe two of you put together despite how much I love Auggie and apparently care for you.

That's not true! I... [His voice trails off. She doesn't usually call herself his mother. He's not used to situations where he gets parented either. Eliot still remembers the Durants and France, even like this, which makes him hardly eager for a "vampire family."

He growls lightly with growing annoyance.]

I never asked for your help. You're always telling me I'm wrong and looking down on me. But I'm not. I know what I'm doing and it's not changing!

[Nowwww to quickly hang up, run home, and lock every door in the house.]

[And the moment he hangs up, Rip's swearing under her breath and miight just be heading to the apartment and letting herself in. He always seems to forget she has a key, doesn't he. ]

Eliot, get out here. Ve need to talk, face to face.

[SHE HAS A KEY!!!

Fortunately, Eliot was slightly prepared. He knew that she would probably find her way in eventually, somehow, so he had already come up with defensive measures: Pocket watch use.

He's settled in the living room with his Pokemon, a log for his business, and wine. Yes, wine. He's already miserable enough to have poured a glass for safety.]

Took you long enough. [Also, with terrible manners and posture. He's leaning over the arm of the sofa chair, with his feet up on the side table. His Crobat hangs upside-down from the ceiling, having mistaken his poor manners for a game.]

You still bitter?

[She made her way into the living room and had a feeling he already used the damned thing judging by the attitude and the wine. Personally, she kind of wished for a glass herself or for something stronger as she took a seat across from him.]

Annoyed, not bitter. Zhere's a difference.

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