some luck, huh.

[doggonemad]

WHO: Clover & friends
WHERE: Clover barn
WHEN: Day 75 into 76

[ well, rituals happened. red quests are happening. spite puzzles have happened. what's up, guys. ]

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[doggonemad]

[ Some time later on day 75, like late evening-ish, Hannya finally drags himself back in after being gone for the whole day. He seems a little roughed up, like he was in a fight or two, but at least looks better than he did after the ritual.

it's probably fine. he's gonna go and change into comfy clover sportswear and lounge. ]

[eonsadrift]

...where have you been?

[ He's in the kitchen doing food prep because apparently no one else on Clover can cook. ]

[aiwillneversmile]

[in his usual corner with books (trigonometry, vampires, and soseki), twirling a pencil in his fingers while he reads]

[doggonemad]

Uhhhh, drank a bit over at Bluebell, took a cat nap, met some new people, then laid in wait at Thistle until I could jump a couple of losers over there.

[ shruggos, walking over, then picks up a knife. if there are veggies and things to chop, he can do that. ]

[eonsadrift]

[ There are some vegetables and other things to chop! He's currently making rice. ]

You're quite active, aren't you..? Why Bluebell?

[aiwillneversmile]

[takes in his appearance for a beat then going back to what he was doing]

Mm, glad you're feeling better.

[doggonemad]

[ gets to chopping, then. ]

'Cause they got booze an' Minuet-chan is a soft touch.

[ that's not the whole story, but it's enough. ]

Speakin' of Bluebell, Fantasia wants in when we drink that fish booze.

[doggonemad]

[ he comfy. ]

Yeah? Are ya?

[eonsadrift]

Does he? I should have expected... he likes to drink too much. [ But his tone is fond. ]

...if you're looking for a drinking partner, you should seek him out more often. Alcohol rarely does anything for me, so there's no real point to me doing it.

[ aka stop drinking alone you depressed fucks ]

[doggonemad]

[ stop judging us, you can't get drunk!! ]

Eh, we'll see. This was a special occasion. A special "I need ta get shit-faced now an' not around the kids" occasion.

[aiwillneversmile]

Yes. You're in a better place to handle Clover worrying over you now.

[so, there will be less feels and drama, it works for him]

[aididitmyway]

[from the other side of the room, a whispered:]

NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERD

[doggonemad]

Pah. Ain't nothin' ta worry about now.

[aiwillneversmile]

[tossing a 9th grade workbook in her direction]

Aspiring high school dropout.

[aididitmyway]

[it hits her face and she tosses it back at him]

How can I be an apsiring high school dropout when I haven't dropped out??

[aididitmyway]

I was wondering where you were. It was quiet.

[aiwillneversmile]

The bruising and inflammation says otherwise, but they have a different tolerance for violence than me.

[doggonemad]

Oh, yeah. Had ta get out fer a bit, sorry. Totally got Tyr-chan's ass, though!

[doggonemad]

Aw, c'mon! This is my normal state of bein'.

[aiwillneversmile]

[catching and dropping it by him]

If your career really took off right before final exams, you can't say the thought wouldn't tempt you. Hence aspiring.

[aiwillneversmile]

[actually looking at him, considering]

. . . Sure, everything's normal.

[doggonemad]

I ain't me if I ain't gettin' into scuffles.

[aiwillneversmile]

[and back to reading]

I suppose not. Plus, we're all capable of healing one another, so it doesn't matter that much, I guess.

[doggonemad]

Exactly! 'Sides, I know what I'm doin' an' when ta stop.

[aiwillneversmile]

Hm . . . That part, I do believe.