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[fisherofmen]

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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[voreaciously]

You are inebriated.

[schrodingerscockroach]

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

[He is absolutely drunk.]

[voreaciously]

Of course.

[she believes you very much.]

[schrodingerscockroach]

You are all the best colors.

[Sorry, 80H.]

[voreaciously]

What does that even mean?

[schrodingerscockroach]

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

Happiness. And home. And safe.

[voreaciously]

I am not safe.

[or happy.

but she pats his head.]

[schrodingerscockroach]

Nah, I think you're safe.

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

[voreaciously]

You are too drunk to realise I am not.

[schrodingerscockroach]

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

[voreaciously]

[she tugs his ear a little]

No.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Getting tugged with a protesting murr sound.]

Yes.

Dusk, by the way. Figured out a name.

[voreaciously]

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

[nonetheless, she dips her head.]

[schrodingerscockroach]

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

[voreaciously]

I am not.

[she stops petting him to tug on his hair]

[schrodingerscockroach]

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

[voreaciously]

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

I do not even like you.

[schrodingerscockroach]

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.]

[voreaciously]

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

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

[schrodingerscockroach]

You're nice and I like you.

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

[voreaciously]

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.

[schrodingerscockroach]

But I like you. I think that means you are.

Yeah, kinda on you for that.

[voreaciously]

You could like a desk lamp in your current state.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Only if the desk lamp had a personality.

[voreaciously]

Hopeless.