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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.

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[fortuneforyourdisaster]

[This is really, really awkward. Uncomfortably so. He uses his free hand and puts it on his back rubbing lightly.

This really sucks for you, doesn't it?]

1/2

[inruination]

[Sorry, minimal cares are given as to how awkward this must be!]

I won't...

[Tightens his grip.] Please just don't forget. [Not actually going to say goodbye, because that wouldn't be conducive to plans of this not devolving into something really terrible.]

[inruination]

[Aaaaaand sits back and takes another drink.]

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

[Sitting there in silence. You, my friend are deluding yourself. People forget when they go home. He knows he did. But at least he has sense of mind not to say it.

Not drinking or speaking. He's letting the other break the silence unless it goes on too long.]

[inruination]

[Echoes himself again, no longer talking to anyone in particular.] Please don't forget.

[Looks up, gaze solidifying a little. Stable-ish.]

Maybe we could be friends anyway.

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

[Ignoring the friends part for a moment.]

Sure you'll be alright?

[inruination]

No. But that's not new. I won't be quite this out-of-sorts forever.

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

Hmm.

[Reaching over to push some of his hair back.]

Do take care of yourself.

[inruination]

Sorry, I don't know how anymore. But I've got basic survival skills, so that should suffice.

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

Then maybe instead of requesting for guidelines I could teach you the basics of that. You could give me something in return. Then it would be a trade of sorts.

[inruination]

What would I have to give? And I like guidelines. Until I find my way better here.

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

Keep the fridge stocked. You've already been doing that. You might as well get something in return for it.

[inruination]

Oh. Not much of a task.

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

It makes it so I don't have to do it. And then I don't have to deal with the gods as much.

Do we have a deal?

[inruination]

I will have to ask a few questions.

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

Go on.

[inruination]

You're not prone to hitting people on bad days, are you?

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

No. I'm not.

[inruination]

Good. I think that would put a bit of a strain on everyday living.

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

Yes, well, I hope you find yourself not living in abuses relationships.

[inruination]

I have a lenient definition of the term.

[At least by now, he's fully aware of the need for higher standards.]

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

As long as you are fine with them.

[inruination]

Not fine. I suspect I'd regress a little. But there are worse things. [Shaky, shaky logic, and disheartening. Different perspectives and all.]

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

You'll find I'm more of a bum than a strict prison guard. More likely to steal your food than anything else. I'm sure it will work out.

[inruination]

[Winces at the mention of guards. Imagination spirals out of control.]

And you won't make me-- do things? Or keep me locked up or something. [...Trust level decreased by 1462 points]

[WAIT WAIT NO shakes himself out of it quickly] Ah, no. Of course you won't.