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Who: jasmines & visitors
When: day 35, night / day 36, morning
Where: jasmine

[ ayoooooooo we won how's all that and how are we all doing. how badly have we ruined our own lives with secrets. ]

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[Come very early morning 80H will be awake doing dinner prep during the evening or breakfast prep for the car the next day. You can catch her during her various states of progress.

It was Coral's turn to make breakfast.]

[ walking out of a bedroom (*probably not his)

. . .

. . .

disappearing into sparkles. ]

[for FUCK'S SAKE

you are getting magical flypaper next time!!!]

[Listen, Randy gave him booze.]

[He has not had booze in like ten years.]

You have.

The best hair.

[Suddenly drunk Dusk in the kitchn, leaning on a counter and just kind of batting at the end of her ponytail.]

You are inebriated.

Naaaaah. Only had a lil bit. And I'm a big guy.

[He is absolutely drunk.]

Of course.

[she believes you very much.]

You are all the best colors.

[Sorry, 80H.]

What does that even mean?

You have so much blue and blue is the best color ever. It's like....like...

Happiness. And home. And safe.

I am not safe.

[or happy.

but she pats his head.]

Nah, I think you're safe.

[Leans into headpattings because it's affection and affection is nice.]

You are too drunk to realise I am not.

You're too drunk to realize you are. [Dusk, that makes no sense.]

[she tugs his ear a little]

No.

[Getting tugged with a protesting murr sound.]

Yes.

Dusk, by the way. Figured out a name.

Dusk-han. It is good to meet you properly, I suppose.

[nonetheless, she dips her head.]

[He giggles.] Good to meet you too. You're really nice.

I am not.

[she stops petting him to tug on his hair]

[Moving with the tugs.] Been nice to me.

[hey that is cheating wtf. tugs harder this time]

I do not even like you.

Ow. [Lightly bats at her hand.] DOn't actually pull.

I think you do. You healed me and dried me off and you're really nice, so if you're so bad, you must like me.

[Sound logic.]

I am a tool. Tools are meant to be useful.

[pulling his hair is USEFUL SOMEHOW??? but she lets go of it.]

You're nice and I like you.

[It's the most useful. Discipline???]

I am not likable.

I am a fool, however, for attempting to have a rational conversation with a drunk man who should likely be in bed.