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[oi_theoi]

Who: Anyone
When: Day 115, Morning
Where: All over HQ
What: Mingle mingle

[ Being in the sky should mean a nice and bright full face of sunshine in the morning, right? ]

[ Well, maybe not this morning, seeing as there are bright purple glittery butterflies all over the windows, each one with a wingspan of a foot. Apparently the brief rainstorm sighted yesterday has blown them up from the forest below, and they seem intent on getting into HQ as quickly as possible, ducking away into dark places when they can get in through the breaches that still need patching on the lower levels. Those that're still outside start to smoke a little when the sun hits their wings. The smoke shifts and changes colors as it rises, going through the entire rainbow of colors before whisking away. ]

[ A familiar, tobacco-y smell to any habitual smokers... ]

[ But rainbow tobacco butterflies aside, it's quite a lovely day in the sky, Thusia. How you doin? ]

Comments

[anopenbook]

So. Questions?

[evenimprobable]

[opens mouth.



. . . shuts it]

Too many that I can't properly process right now.

[anopenbook]

Understandable.

[evenimprobable]

I'll ask later . . .

[anopenbook]

I shall wait.

[evenimprobable]

Alright.

. . .

How have you been?

[anopenbook]

Terrible and then a lot better.

[evenimprobable]

Why terrible?

[anopenbook]

Stuff was just...ya know, hard. Feelings, whatever.

It's gotten better.

[evenimprobable]

. . . ah, mm.

I'm glad they're better now.

[anopenbook]

Me too! It was tiring!

[evenimprobable]

Most feelings are.

[anopenbook]

Is that why you're tired now?

[evenimprobable]

No.

[anopenbook]

Just the good old fashioned kind.

[evenimprobable]

[rubs at his face]

Yes, that one. And I'm sick . . . stupid jungle.

[anopenbook]

Well...you'll be better before you know it, tantei-kun~.

[evenimprobable]

I just need to rest a little.

[anopenbook]

Okay.

Be warned if any other members of your group show up I'm just throwing them on top of you.

[evenimprobable]

. . . that's mean . . .

[anopenbook]

YEP

[evenimprobable]

.......

[sets down the plate and the glass.

Then FLOPS ON]

Now you can't.

[anopenbook]

...! Hey! You're too big~ for that young man!

[evenimprobable]

Too bad.

[anopenbook]

How will I mother you from under here?