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[papartner]

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

[ thistle-nanigans for recent developments ]

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[survivaltricks]

[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!]

[leonheartedly]

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]

[survivaltricks]

[. . .]

Yeah.

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

[leonheartedly]

[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.

[survivaltricks]

[his fingers curl into fists, knuckles white]

[. . .]

He went through so much.

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

[leonheartedly]

[uggggghhh. He makes a noise of agreement]

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

[survivaltricks]

[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.

[leonheartedly]

. . . [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.