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[voreaciously]

Who: Jasmine and Friends
When: Day 49, Afternoon
Where: Jasmine Car

[So, regardless of where her teammates are, 80H is going to return to Jasmine to cook.

She's skipping out on any red meats. Only fish and seafood.

Her face, neck, and chest are bandaged. If she's bothered, she does not seem that way. She just...continues to work efficiently and the kitchen smells heavenly.

Everything is fine, it's just another day in Jasmine.]

Comments

[comingstorm]

Yes. Why did you kill yourself?

[crimeson]

[how the fuck is he supposed to answer that, sousei]

[comingstorm]

[He's waiting. Figure it out.]

[crimeson]

...I couldn't live with how bad I'd fucked up. But I don't get to run away like that, so! Doesn't matter.

[comingstorm]

It matters quite a bit. That kind of despair leaves lasting scars.

[crimeson]

You have nooo intentions of letting me get outta this one, huh?

[comingstorm]

We hardly know each other, it's true, but you are my teammate, I can't ignore it if you're suffering.

[crimeson]

I'm a resilient kind of guy. I appreciate your concern, but...

[gestures. vaguely.]

[comingstorm]

But?

[crimeson]

...Don't work too hard. Okay? I can keep my head above water just fine until shit gets real dire.

[comingstorm]

When shit gets dire is, however, when I'll need to rely in you the most.

[crimeson]

I'm. Usually more reliable than that, at least.

[comingstorm]

This isn't entirely about whether you're reliable. Even if you weren't I'd deal with that.

It's whether you'll be all right.

[crimeson]

Dunno if "all right" is a thing I've ever really achieved?

[comingstorm]

...At least you're honest.

[crimeson]

Eh... sometimes.