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Who: Anyone!
When: Day 41, Noon
Where: Common Room
What: Mingle!

[In the common room, there are large stacks of colored paper on a simple wood table, a bowl filled with all different types of writing tools, and a small sign.]

What do you desire?

[Feel free to draw or write or mingle. Kain may be around.]

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[Climbs back up onto the couch.]

Well that WOULD be an interesting feedback loop. Worried over someone being worried over worrying things in general.

... [Are you making fun of me 8|;;;]

I mean it.

I do too.

[FLOPS ACROSS YOUR LAP.]

............

[You're a cheating bastard. But even as he clings to huffy silence, he shifts to accommodate that.]

[Utterly unscrupulous.]

I can pick another subject if you prefer?

[Downright obscene]

... I'm all ears.

[Considers a few seconds.]

I would wax poetic about my love for you, but I suspect that may make things worse. So. The other apartment, what do you think we should do with the last wall?

[D...DEAD SILENCE...]

[That was not the thrown off of the couch response I was expecting.

... Gosh this is stretching on a while.

Really a while.

Um.]

Well if you had OTHER plans for it. I suppose we could think about wallpaper.

[You seem to have crossed the wires here. Nice job breaking it, hero.]

You— ...

I?

I do.

[More silence, and even if his face weren't an open book, you can feel how tense he is. Like he's waging a rather serious battle with himself.]

...

[Okay. I can't help it. You've driven me to this.

CLEARS HIS THROAT. Deeper voice, and serious look, reaching up to cup the side of your face.]

... Just... life without you would be like an unsharpened pencil... pointless.

[....

.......

Why you.

Why you of all people.

JUST. BURIES HIS FACE IN HIS HANDS.]

... Okay.

Okay! I apologize! That was a little off.

[There is a serious crisis that needs to happen here at some point, but right now it's being overshadowed by pre-existing emotional volatility and your incredible insufferableness.

He spreads his fingers and a single red eye scrutinizes you for a moment before the last vestiges of sanity flee the building and he's hauling you up by the collar, flipping you around on the couch.]

[..............................................

I'm going to stop with the talking for a second and see what happens.]

Er..?

[No wait, I couldn't.]

[I'M SHUTTING YOU UP.

YOU KNOW THE DRILL.]

[THE WILD CHRONO HAS USED FACE POUNCE! IT WAS SUPER EFFECTIVE!]

[He seems content on move spamming.

Your options are:

> Run
> Fight
> Attempt speech]

[>Atte.... At the last minute, deselects the option with a faint "mm!" sound.
>Fight

Your opponent has used HAIR PET.]

[Critical hit! It's super effective!

Enemy Chrono uses > COME TO HIS SENSES, pulling away slightly]

[Your SILENCE attack has weakened! The Messenger can now use special attacks again.

Enemy Messenger uses ATTEMPT SPEECH.]

Should we move out of the main room?

[It really doesn't seem to register that he's still ON TOP OF YOU. He just shakes his head, weakly, the conflicted look coming back almost immediately]

No, I- I'm sorry-

[Resumes hair scritchings.] I'll try to be quiet a while.