[ he's not sure what the hell he saw. thistle being sus and no sign of yata, so he figured he was hurt bad. he doesn't know the extent though. ] I can't imagine many... unless they were looking.
I wanted to know what happened... so, yes, I was looking. Not too hard. [ since he didn't go over and bother them. just enough looking to observe that things were... off. ] If you don't want to talk about it, it's fine. That was a pretty shitty game.
Sure was! And it's not really a discussion for strangers so ask someone else if you need more details. I just wanna get this over and done with already.
I'm not going to ask someone else. I don't need to know the details. [ it's yata's business, and if he's not going to share, then that's fine. he is a stranger, so he gets it. ] I just wanted to see how you were all doing. [ but everybody's out and about and trying to kill each other, so... that says plenty. ]
Mm. [ he sighs. ] Agreed. I couldn't talk him out of coming over here... [ but he didn't really think he could. ]
I did tell him not to go overboard. [ aka, he asked him not to kill them, since that would not HELP, so he's hoping that he at least got through to him there. he is full of anger, murder, and revenge though, so we'll just have to see. ]
We are dealing. [ because yata is right. everybody's coping in their own ways. drinking and suppression are his own. ] ...yeah. [ said quietly. ]
I'm going to get drunk later. [ that's a pick me up, right? ]
Tempo, go get the rest of the marshmallows we got from Daisy. [ the toolbox chirps and hurries off, returning with a big bag! one that he holds out to yata. ] Do you want some?
[well okay he's going to end up eating all of them]
They told me about it, yeah. There's a limit to how much they'll talk to a kid about their feelings, so I'm glad there's an old man club to let it all out at.
[ that's fine. he deserves them. ] Have you ever roasted them before?
Heh, good, so does that mean I can call you to pick them up when they've passed out on our kitchen floor? [ he's kidding. ] I think there's a limit to how much they'll talk about their feelings in general, but yeah it's- h- hey! I'm not old!!!
Yeah. We have a bonfire at the back of Bluebell. Maybe you could come over sometime and we can roa- NOT TRUE! I am NOT OLD and I'm NOT FUSSING. I'm STATING FACTS. [ he huffs, turning a light shade of red, because he's getting embarrassed AND frustrated. ]
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You here to watch or to interfere?
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Are you feeling okay? This aside.
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Mm. [ he sighs. ] Agreed. I couldn't talk him out of coming over here... [ but he didn't really think he could. ]
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Nobody could. And nobody is gonna be good for a while, but we're dealing. I'm guessing it's the same for you?
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Tempo, go get the rest of the marshmallows we got from Daisy. [ the toolbox chirps and hurries off, returning with a big bag! one that he holds out to yata. ] Do you want some?
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[takes a marshmallow]
Are you one of the adult friends Crois and Tyr are going drinking with?
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And yeah, they're coming over to later. I guess you heard them talking about it?
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They told me about it, yeah. There's a limit to how much they'll talk to a kid about their feelings, so I'm glad there's an old man club to let it all out at.
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Heh, good, so does that mean I can call you to pick them up when they've passed out on our kitchen floor? [ he's kidding. ] I think there's a limit to how much they'll talk about their feelings in general, but yeah it's- h- hey! I'm not old!!!
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[shakes his head, about to get a bit more excited about the idea of proper camping when Fantasia gets offended]
Only real old timers fuss about getting called out on their age, old man.
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I want the bonfire! Let's do it!
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How about tomorrow? I'm sure we'll be scraping those two off the lawn in a few minutes, so today might not be the best time.
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