The Living Room
It's...odd. The only door in this place that could possibly head outside is locked tightly, guarded by what looks to be a number code and an entire loaded machine gun. Surrounding this door looks to be a strange, almost expansive living space, leading to a door to the theatre room and access to the main hallway.
Arsenic: . . .
She's just...sitting out here. At almost 3 AM, sitting in one of the strange chairs. Her body lies slack in it, and her eyes are obviously tired, bags covering them....but still, she is awake. Sitting there.
Arsenic: And although she assumes nobody would bother her at this hour...
Jasper: Someone does.
Jasper: He's just walking along, looking just as tired as she is, but stops when he realizes she's out here.
"Oh- uh, hey....Arsenic, right?"
Arsenic: "...Why are you awake?" She glares.
Jasper: "I was about to ask the same thing!" He replies, sitting in the chair next to hers. "Some nights I just can't sleep, no matter how hard I try...especially in a place like this. So I'm trying to talk a little walk to clear my head."
Arsenic: "...Hm."
She looks away. Silence fills the room.
Arsenic: "My dare told me to paint something...I don't know how to do that." She suddenly admits.
Jasper: "Oh- painting? I don't even think I've seen painting supplies around here...but he wouldn't give out an impossible dare, right?"
Arsenic: "...It's stupid," She huffs. "Stupid that we have to stay here, stupid what he's making us do, stupid that I can't go back to my prison cell and just live out my stupid life---!
She punctuates her roaring rant with a slam onto her armrest, making Jasper flinch.
Jasper: "P-Prison cell-?" He stammers, before shaking his head. No use for prodding, Jasper.
"L-Look...this sucks. I know it does. But we have each other, don't we?"
Arsenic: "...What does that mean?"
Jasper: "I'm saying that, when things get tough...we help each other, and try to get through. I know the prawn said we were "sinful" but...I don't think we're bad people...do you?"
Arsenic: ...For a moment, she contemplates those words.
...And then averts her gaze. "I don't think I can trust anyone that easily."
Jasper: He sighs. "...I understand. I don't think most people trust others that often these days."
He gets out from his seat, stretching for a moment before beginning to walk off.
"I won't bother you anymore. Thanks for chatting, though."
Arsenic: She watches the boy start to head out...but then she stutters.
"W-Wait-"
Jasper: "Huh?"
Arsenic: "...You were the one who said that you would help people with their dares, right?"
Arsenic: "...Whenever you find painting supplies, could you help me with mine?"
Arsenic: Her face is...softer. Almost bashful, with a tint of blush to it. Is she...embarrassed to ask?
Jasper: Regardless, Jasper returns a smile. "Sure. We can look around tomorrow."
Jasper: And with a final wave, he walks back off.
Arsenic: ....Leaving the scarred prota alone, and in contemplation.