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[oi_theoi]

Who: WHOEVER
When: Day 41, mmmorning
Where: PLACES
What: STUFF

[ CONVENIENT MINGLE!!! ]

Comments

[untempered]

[looks at the platter in his hands for a long moment.]

I don't know. I think... we've both been hurt. Hurts take time to heal.

[intellectum]

...Fair enough.

[untempered]

If we try... I don't think it's impossible.

[intellectum]

... Yes. That's--That's what I believe.

[untempered]

Right now, I just want to get through each day without-- without falling apart again.

[intellectum]

[firmly]

We'll manage.

[untempered]

...mm. Let's take this bread home. I still have some spices left we can use on it.

[intellectum]

All right.

[untempered]

Although we're running out...

[walking out of the kitchens now, looking throughfully at the platter.]

[intellectum]

[rolls his eyes]

Help yourself.

[untempered]

Well, I mean more that I should trade for more supplies.

[intellectum]

And that.

[untempered]

[grumble]

And finish the damn sonnet task...

[intellectum]

Still?

[untempered]

I've been somewhat preoccupied, Xavier.

[intellectum]

You're just avoiding, don't deny it.

[untempered]

I have not been in a very poetic mood.

[intellectum]

Most poets would disagree with that.

[untempered]

If this is what's required for a poet to work, I don't envy them their profession.

[intellectum]

Hardly anyone does.

[untempered]

No wonder.

I have finished the last two. I just need to read them to people.

[intellectum]

I'm sure they'd appreciate it.

[untempered]

[huffs]

The couch I get had better be wonderful.

[intellectum]

[laughs]

[untempered]

If you laugh at me, you're not allowed to sit on it.

[here we are at Z, elbowing the door open]