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WHO: Thistles
WHERE: Thistle
WHEN: post-game evening 94/morning 95

[ thistle-nanigans for recent developments ]

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[he nods slowly, a noise of agreement]

I want mine back . . . but I still want to be Tyr of Thistle as well.

That's my name, too.

[flashing Tyr a wide grin, pleased to hear that he understands]

Yeah. It definitely is.

[he grins back]

It's a good name.

A great name. Almost as impressive as "Lupin."

[ALMOST]

Almost as great, but more impressive.

[NEENER]

[LAUGHS, but he doesn't keep the joke up for long. his features soften a bit]

Well, when you get your real name back. . . I'll be waiting for the day you feel comfortable enough to share it with me.

[he tilts his head, genuinely surprised]

Wait? I was going to tell you like, right away . . .

[also surprised]

O-- oh.

[a beat]

I was going to keep mine a secret until the very end.

[BECAUSE HE IS DRAMATIC]

You're so dramatic.

[CALLS HIM OUT, but he's trying not to smile]

I don't know about people not Thistle, but you guys get to know what it is.

Is there anything wrong with that?

[he enjoys a bit of theatrics from time to time okok!]

. . . in that case, I suppose I could share it with you guys, too.

Only if you want to. Don't think anyone will be mad if you want to keep it until the very end.

Yeah. I didn't think anyone would.

But if someone else decides to share, then. . . it's only fair I do, too.

[quid pro quo!]

Mm, exactly. That's how I feel about it for outside of Thistle.

What else is going on? Besides - [he tips his head towards Bombay] - getting him back, technically.

[ah, well. . .]

Obviously we need to make sure Bombay settles in. We'll give him a proper Thistle welcome.

[. . . . . . .]

Mmm, as for the rest. . . [jerks his thumb towards the gaming room] . . . want to go talk in there?

Think Archeron already did that?

[he's so funny.

But . . . he knew something was up. He nods and finishes off his coffee, then gets up] Sure..

[oH MY GOD, TYR]

A completely different kind of welcome.

[he says, a light teasing note in his voice because he STILL THINKS BOMBAY AND ACHERON ARE MARRIED]

[but anyway, time to lead Tyr into the gaming room, linking his hands together and stretching them above his head as he walks]

. . . Bombay joined our team, but. . . Yata went home.

[they are 10000% married like, look at them.

He follows behind, but he actually. Stops short at that, expression unreadable]

. . .

You're sure? Did you check the fountain?

[meanwhile, Lupin flops himself onto the couch, sprawled against the cushions haphazardly with arms hanging over the sides. his expression is very carefully neutral]

Mmm. And I can't sense him anymore, either.

[. . .]

So.

[. . . so!]

So.

[. . .

He steps over after a moment to sit down next to him, a bit heavily]

Fuck.

[that slips out before he can stop it, judging from the way his jaw clenches]

[. . .]

Yeah.

[considering what Yata went home to. . . Lupin doesn't really know how to feel about this development]

[yeah . . . yeah, that's why Tyr is just. Not happy about it at all.

He leans forward onto his knees and scrubs a hand through his hair]

He didn't get a wish.

[his fingers curl into fists, knuckles white]

[. . .]

He went through so much.

Out of all of us, he deserves the wish the most.

[uggggghhh. He makes a noise of agreement]

I don't think he even wanted to go home. Not - without getting what he wanted.

[sitting up suddenly, brows furrowed, chin lifted]

. . . I don't know about you, but I never needed a wish in the first place.

And I'll be damned if I let Yata continue to live the lonely life he had before coming here.

. . . [the noise he makes is a tired, almost laugh]

I've been trying to figure out a way to get him what he wants with mine since Crois went home.

I'm not leaving him alone, either.

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