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[fortuneforyourdisaster]

Who: Tyki and you
Where: Around HQ
When: Day 138, later in the morning
What: Returning from the wilderness

[Coming back from nature dusty, dirty, and with nicks here and there. He brushes a few twigs and leaves from his hair.]

That was fun. Ineffective, but fun.

Comments

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

Take someone back home with you? That isn't possible, you know.

[inruination]

It doesn't matter anyway.

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

[Shaking his head.]

So all the details weren't as you expected, but you did succeed in your main goal. I'd still consider that a success.

[inruination]

They could be captured again. And the dead ones haven't gotten any less dead.

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

[Punching him in the shoulder lightly.]

They could. They might not. Leave it at that. You can't protect them forever.

[inruination]

[Minute flinch.]

Easy come, easy go doesn't really work.

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

It isn't about that. It is about over sheltering.

[inruination]

You're only sheltering someone if they don't need the protection.

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

[Le sigh. Just resting his head back along the wall and not arguing the point.]

[inruination]

[Pauses, thinking of something suddenly.]

Oh. Shit.

[YEP that's all the info you're getting]

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

You didn't leave the oven on, did you?

[inruination]

No. Not that I know of, anyway.

I need to find someone else to ask things now.

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

Hah?

[inruination]

Have to ask someone else when to sleep and such now. And I don't actually have anyone else. Going to be a long week.

[Slurring.]

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

I have an easy way to figure that out. Sleep when you are tired. Eat when you are hungry. Simple, really.

[inruination]

Yes, very funny. I'm sure that's reasonable.

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

You'll figure it out. Just don't starve on me. Coming home to a corpse is not usually pleasant.

[inruination]

I have to go back to schedule until I can find someone. [Repeating himself.] Shit. This really is hell. [INDIGNANT ! !]

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

[He hits him upside the head not really rough, but not too gently either.]

Oi. Calm down.

[inruination]

[Flinches slightly and gives him a reproachful look.]

You'd be peeved too.

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

I would probably, but I think there is more to life than worrying about sleeping and eating schedules. Worse things that can make it hell, too.

[inruination]

[Really not pleased at all. His 'schedule' isn't a kind one, after all.]

The category of worse things is an extensive one. I didn't feel like listing everything.

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

[Sighing again. Finding a bottle and chugging it down. No, he needs to be drunk for this.]

[inruination]

[Yes, good call]

You won't even give me a few guidelines?

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

Sure. Why not?

What would you like guideline on?