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[schrodingerscockroach]

Who: Clover, 80H, others depending on shenanigans
When: Day 37, Morning.
Where: Clover, Med car, wherever Clovers are making bad decisions

[So that whole magical contract and lich deal.]

Comments

Contract

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Sleep? What's that, sounds fake. Liches probably don't need sleep. Or Dusk is like that.]

[Also may have returned to Clover late at night for Reasons.]

[Mostly looking for Robin in the morning because gotta do something before that major surgery thing.

Re: Contract

[fuckyew]

[oh no where is he IS HE GONE FOREVER]

[JK he poofs up behind him on a chair somewhere, looking just as exhausted as usual, maybe even more so.]

Re: Contract

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Yeah, he can get that feel. He'd probably be worse off himself if not for that....stress relief.]

Hey.

80H says she can do it. She just needs to know you're consenting first.

Re: Contract

[fuckyew]

Nah, I changed my mind.

Re: Contract

[schrodingerscockroach]

.....why.

Re: Contract

[fuckyew]

Because I happened to feel like it.

...

It's a joke, buddy. You better prepare for this sorta thing.

Re: Contract

[schrodingerscockroach]

I'm good with jokes ninety-five percent of the time. The other five, my feelings are in a box because that's how I cope with shit being terrible.

Also you've been dismissive of your own health before.

So we're good to talk to 80H?

Re: Contract

[voreaciously]

[80H arrives on time for the scheduled meeting.]

Good morning.

Re: Contract

[schrodingerscockroach]

Morning.

We're here about the Contract.

At least hopefully he's still here. [Heroic spirits and their invisibility.]

Re: Contract

[fuckyew]

[nope there's no noise]

Re: Contract

[schrodingerscockroach]

....Noon?

[voreaciously]

He is there.

[fuckyew]

...

Ah, it's Melons! Whaddya know? Long time no see, still managing to keep your clothes on this time, eh?

[survivaltricks]

[WHAT IS UP CLOVER, WHAT IS THAT DELICIOUS SMELL COMING FROM THE COMMON AREA?]

[it's. . . a full-scale meal!! please do not assume Twilight Spark cooked it himself; he absolutely did not. but he put his sparks to good use and now there's a pot of delicious smelling curry and some fresh brewed coffee just sitting in the common area's table for anyone to help themselves to]

[he has his heart locket back and is idly running his fingers across the edges as he sets up the meal, too]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Such a good kid who stress helps, but he can't judge that.]

[Gonna start with coffee with a bunch of milk and sugar. Then he'll worry about food.]

Morning.

[survivaltricks]

[WHO SAYS IT IS STRESS HELPING maybe he just feels like being nice]

Morning.

[Spark has a mug of his own that he's sipping from, though his is black. the unicorn ears of his kigurumi droop a bit as he watches Dusk from a seat in the corner of the common room]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Sometimes its both.]

80H says she can get our hearts back in. Just waiting for tools from the shop.

How are you holding up?

[survivaltricks]

[. . . yeah, it's true]

I talked to her yesterday.

[he tenses a little bit, trying not to think too hard about how he agreed to let a total stranger cut him open and put his heart back in, haha!!]

I'm fine, though.

[better than he was in the immediate aftermath of the trial, anyway]

I thought with our— [. . .] — condition, a hearty breakfast might be a good idea.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He nods, accepting the fine for right now. When you want to eat people is not the time to press and work on actually dealing.]

That's a good idea. [Certainly can't hurt. And....he hasn't eaten since....]

[Yeah, he should probably eat.]

Thanks. [Will start filling his plate then.]

[survivaltricks]

[YES. . . EXACTLY]

Don't mention it.

[waves a hand at him, before taking another sip of his coffee]

It's a little on the spicy side, but just let me know if it's too much.

[voreaciously]

[someone is here early]

Good morning. H--Spark-han.

[survivaltricks]

[as expected! he should probably not be drinking coffee before surgery but. . .]

Ah— hey.

You know you can just call me Spark, right?

[voreaciously]

That would be impolite, Spark-han.

[survivaltricks]

I'm impolite.

[he shoots back quickly]

[voreaciously]

[she knows]

I am not.