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Who: Slick
When: Day 51, Morning
Where: Baths!
What: murder! and i guess bathing

[idk what YOU are doing, but slick has gotten tired of being holed up and has headed downstairs to clear the baths of any renegade bathmonkeys so that he can then enjoy himself in a warm hotspring

he is still at the part where here is trying to stab the suckers though]

How could there even be this many...

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[ . . . takes a moment because he can't remember smiling, there's just too much of a disconnect sometimes -- . . . :|;; ]

I'm not avoiding anything.

Boy, my ability to 'read the mood' transcends yours by miles. Are you that distressed we have this much in common?

No.

[pinchessss your cheek and pulls]

Now that's no fair. I've been honest with you beyond what I've ever clearly told anyone.

[ . . . wat. rrrg ]

The commonality is distressing but it was something I was aware of.

But having it pointed out soured your mood?

It's not something I care to have pointed out.

[idle petting]

That's how it always is, boy, pleasure and something not. If you want to 'indulge' you're going to have to learn to focus on what pleases you and discard the rest.

[ pulls back, not particularly fussed tho. ]

[pulls his hand back]

. . . I am obligated to give you your distraction. Discarding does not come so easily to me.

It's not the kind of distraction that's any good done out of obligation.

[sigh!]

Well, I'm not very surprised. Whatever sorrow I have, I know what the face of helpless misery looks like and I just don't wear it well.