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[untempered]

Who: Noric, anyone
When: Day 52, early morning
Where: the common room
What: the fabled priest insanity of old

[It's early enough that most of the inhabitants of the common room right now are the dead batmonkey corpses. One person, though, is standing with one hand pressed to the glass, heedless of the blood stains on it.]

Wrong. This world is wrong ... I can't feel it here. There's nothing...

[Oh goody he's talking to himself in disturbing ways. Engage?]

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[intellectum]

You say I help you the most, but at that point... I wasn't helping at all.

[untempered]

[is silent for a while, eating his food.]

Well... then you can learn from it.

[intellectum]

... Yes. I suppose I should.

[untempered]

It's all you can really do, if you feel you've made a mistake.

[intellectum]

[smiles, a little]

[untempered]

[gestures to the bottle on the table with his fork]

I picked that up a little while ago. I thought you might like to try it; it could be more to your tastes than wine.

[intellectum]

What is it?

[untempered]

Something called chocolate liqueur.

[intellectum]

[his eyes light up]

Chocolate?

[untempered]

That's the flavour of it, yes. I keep meaning to make dinner for us one night and have it then, but the way things seem to go around here... [handwaves]

We may as well try it now.

[intellectum]

[beams]

All right.

[untempered]

[you're so cute sometimes. grabs a glass and pours some for him.]

It is alcoholic, just so you know.

[intellectum]

[frowns]

Well, I should be able to manage.

[untempered]

[passes him the glass, and starts pouring his own]

I won't tell anyone if you can't.

[intellectum]

[pfft]

[untempered]

[clinks their glasses together, then drinks. it really is sweet and chocolatey, which nicely covers how blindingly alcoholic it is.]

[intellectum]

[he tries to drink it slowly at first, licking his lips at the taste]

[untempered]

[hasn't had much yet, as sweetness is not so much his thing.]

Well?

[intellectum]

It's nice!

[untempered]

That's a relief. I can't judge these things very well, since our tastes are different.

[intellectum]

Mmm.

[untempered]

[having a few more sips]

I do still want to do a nice dinner.

[intellectum]

We will.

[untempered]

The monkeys are better meat than we've had in a while.

[intellectum]

I noticed. We should be glad.