PC: Mizuki

[westedge]

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[westedge]

No kidding. [ god. ] But then the question is...how much of that even matters now? Not like we can change the outcomes can we?

[adorabrawler]

Not really. We're just going to have to live with what's happened.

[westedge]

[ true. ]

...how're you feeling with this weekend then? Do you think you can live with what we just did?

[adorabrawler]

Dunno. Right now, I'm not thinking so. Maybe that'll change later.

[westedge]

You're not thinking like...purposefully, or metaphorically?

[adorabrawler]

I'm not going to do anything, if that's what you're worried about.

[westedge]

Not what I'm worried about, actually, but good to know. It's one less thing to worry about, actually.

[adorabrawler]

Good. But I don't have an answer to that, really.

[westedge]

[ there's a noise of agreement. ]

Got an answer for why we're laying in the grass then? Seems a little melodramatic even for you.

[adorabrawler]

Says the guy who joined me without question.

[westedge]

Hey, I have every reason to be melodramatic. Also that doesn't change that you were down here first.

[adorabrawler]

I'm allowed to be melodramatic if I want.

[westedge]

Sure. You're a preteen, that's like, the right age to start being this way. [ jokes aside... ]

...I get that you're way more than capable of taking care of yourself. You might even be better at it than I am. But I do worry about you. Alright? So. [ ... ] You don't have to explain anything or even give a reason why your melodrama is a valid thing. We can just stay here facedown in the dirt and wait for the earth to consume us.

[ ...no the last part is also still a joke, but it's fine. ]

[adorabrawler]

... Nah, I don't really feel like talking about it.

I won't tell you not to worry about it, but I'll be okay.

[westedge]

Yeah, I know you will. [ you haven't really had much of a choice, have you. and it does bother him, but he's not going to baby her since that doesn't seem like something mizuki's receptive to either. ]

...this game's made all of us do some really shitty things and make shitty decisions. I'd be surprised if any of us came out of this "okay." But we do what we can.

[ he is. very clearly thinking about something but he's not going to broach the topic either. it's. fine. he will simply just sit on the thought. ]

[adorabrawler]

[ She gives him a sidelong glance, a curious look—but ultimately doesn't inquire after she more or less shot him down herself. So, she starts with an affirmative noise. ]

I'm doing what they call... trucking along.

[westedge]

[ given the way she has (technically) lived with him for 150 years, she is probably accustom to what he looks like now when he's resigned to something he doesn't like and exhausted by it. he's still sort of facedown in the grass, head turned just enough to talk. ]

"Keep moving forward" and all that. "Time heals all wounds." If that's even believable. [ but there's a sigh. ] The good thing is we should be just about done. If I'm counting right, the game should be ending and maybe that'll mean we can all stop killing each other for points.

[adorabrawler]

[ Yeah. Yeah... Yet this time, she finds herself reluctant to ask. ]

... Home sounds nice. I miss my own bed.

[westedge]

[ he kind of laughs a little at that. ]

Did you guys ever even get beds in your warehouse finally? [ not important, but. ] I think wanting to sleep in your own bed's a totally valid reason to want to go home. It's like...when you go on a vacation somewhere, and at the end of it all you just want to sink back into what's familiar. Even if it's really not that special.

[adorabrawler]

Uh, well. [ to answer that question... ] Somebody gave us one of theirs?

[westedge]

[ ... ]

...that was nice of them. I think. [ a wholeass bed???? ]

[adorabrawler]

Yeah. I have a feeling I know who it was... Oh well.

[westedge]

They gave it to you because they wanted to. So that's what matters here. At least you guys can be a little more comfortable now...even if we won't be here much longer anyway.

[adorabrawler]

Yeah, I know. I told her not to, but she's too nice for her own good. Still... I appreciate it.

And have somewhere to sleep tonight I guess.

[westedge]

There's the whole thing about not looking gift horses in the mouth or whatever, but...you know. I get it.

[ . . . ]

We have two beds in our place. Three, I guess, if you count the hideaway or whatever. But you wouldn't think so with how our sleeping arrangements were for a long time. It's just one of those things you don't really think about until you do. If that makes any sense.

[ you think about how much you take for granted until you're in a place like this where you're without and have to re-earn everything. ]