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[hot_mess_express]

Who: You
When: Day 52, morning
Where: Anywhere

[Of course there's still the flowers that, when stepped on, enhance or dull a sense, and there are still some chocolates in the lounge if you missed them or want more.

But this morning dawns with an infestation of bats.

That is, tiny tiny clockwork bats that get in your hair and coffee and make tiny tiny clockwork bat screeches.

Should you encounter a clockwork bat, and they're pretty hard to dodge, the next person you talk to will... Well, see one of your memories.

Otherwise it seems like a pretty typical morning, and the bats will be gone by afternoon.]

Comments

[bad_crowmance]

It's more of a suggestion than anything else.

[ What do you expect from a literal terrorist, 80H? ]

And yes actually, I'd love some cake. Especially if it's cheesecake.

[ He absolutely means the double entendre. ]

[voreaciously]

Incorrigible. Absolutely incorrigible.

[Why! Are! You! Like! This!]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow laughs like the jerkbird he is. ]

And yet you keep coming back for more!

[voreaciously]

...I must re-evaluate my proclivities for masochism. I do not recall them being so high.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow lets out an amused snort, crossing his arms over his chest. ]

Oh really? Could've fooled me.

[voreaciously]

[WOW! WOW?]

I do not want to hear that from you, of all people!

[she steps on you like all the time!]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow just laughs harder. ]

That's your defense? "I know you are, but what am I"?

[voreaciously]

You are far more masochistic than me!

[bad_crowmance]

That's debatable.

[voreaciously]

No. Not even remotely.

[bad_crowmance]

Wanna bet?

[voreaciously]

Name your terms.

[She is not going to suffer this.]