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[oi_theoi]

Who: Anyone
When: Day 89, morning
Where: Wherever
What: Mingle

[With the directory back up and working again, some people checking it may notice that two new pages have appeared in the directory, with pictures of the faces of all the people who are currently with Dathusropi, either surviving in the wilderness or people he has discovered taken by the jungle and added to his cache of unconscious people. Apparently one of the more info-oriented gods finally tracked him down and had him organize something for them.

Otherwise, it's a quiet morning. How were your dreams last night?]

Comments

[unmaskedlizard]

... Okay, that's good, but where did this come from?

[allmadeofstars]

I just—I don't want to be the sort of person who can only cry about things! I don't—that's not who I am. So—if there's anything I can do still . . . !

[unmaskedlizard]

. . . I know you'll pick yourself back up. But don't give yourself heat for letting out some pain... I'm glad you can do it at all, let alone with me.

[allmadeofstars]

I know . . .

I just—would want Link . . . to be proud of me, I guess?

[unmaskedlizard]

Hah... I doubt he's giving himself enough credit to realize how shit it is when he's gone.

[allmadeofstars]

[. . . tearing up again]

Link . . .

[unmaskedlizard]

When we see him again we'll beat him up, yeah?

Especially me. He's supposed to make my "little brother" happy.

[allmadeofstars]

[skdgjhfg bawwllll]

[unmaskedlizard]

[skritch skritch '-' ]

[allmadeofstars]

[calming down again after a bit, breathing more evenly and naturally]

[unmaskedlizard]

. . .

[kay

ima push up your shirt]

[allmadeofstars]

[wh

what]

. . .!?

[unmaskedlizard]

[HOW BAD IS YOUR DARKNESS RIGHT NOW]

[allmadeofstars]

[UM THAT'S FINE. THANKS! FOR ASKING!]

S-stop that—!

[unmaskedlizard]

[puts your shirt back down then, taking a deep breath...

still can't really pull out of dark mode himself, still too mad. fine]

You'll be okay.

[allmadeofstars]

Yes??

[unmaskedlizard]

I'll stop making things worse now, saying stupid things. You really will be okay.

[allmadeofstars]

You don't make things worse . . . ??

[unmaskedlizard]

I've only made you cry more at least three times...

[allmadeofstars]

Crying . . . isn't bad. Being able to—?

[unmaskedlizard]

Mm.

[scoots up so he can sit up a bit, kinda sitting on his chest, so he can use his empty sleeve to wipe his face]

[allmadeofstars]

[leans into that, breathing in deeply]

. . . ah . . .

[unmaskedlizard]

It's okay.

[allmadeofstars]

Ah . . .

[reaches up to touch Allen's face in return]

. . . you'll be ok, too.

[unmaskedlizard]

[tilts his face into that, too]

Yeah...