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[untempered]

Who: anyone
When: Day 27, evening
Where: Apartment Z
What: TABLEGASM

[So there's been drama, there's been hangovers, there's been nature violence and there's been the drudgery of daily life. But who cares about that. The door to Z is open and Noric is in the middle of the room, studying the ebony, fancy looking furniture item that just appeared there.]

...I'm almost loathe to admit this... but I kind of want to sleep on it, just because I can.

[Oh yes. Apartment Z got a table.]

Comments

[intellectum]

Neither am I.

Did you see that notice?

[hyanaimne]

Oh yes, unfortunately. Rather childish, wasn't it?

[intellectum]

I was pleasantly surprised she didn't mention me.

[hyanaimne]

Why in the world would she mention you?

[intellectum]

She attacked me.

[hyanaimne]

What for?

[intellectum]

I said some things she was uncomfortable with.

[hyanaimne]

. . . and she attacked you.

Honestly . . .

[intellectum]

[shrugs]

It makes no difference to me.

[hyanaimne]

[annoyed annoyed annoyed]

I suppose then, going to give her a few choice words is not something you would like me to do.

[intellectum]

I rather not, when we don't know what else she's capable of.

[hyanaimne]

I will hold onto my words, then. At least, until I know that much.

[intellectum]

Fair enough.

[hyanaimne]

I dislike needless conflict as it is. And this place is far too small for this sort of troublemaking, I think.

[intellectum]

That's what I thought, but it's happening anyway.

[hyanaimne]

[sighs]

Children.

[intellectum]

My thoughts exactly.

[hyanaimne]

At least there are a few sensible people around here.

[intellectum]

Are you sure?

[hyanaimne]

Do you not think yourself sensible?

[intellectum]

No.

[hyanaimne]

My, but you sound rather sensible to me.

[intellectum]

It's a honed skill.

[hyanaimne]

Then even if it is that, you are still much more sensible than most.

[intellectum]

[shrugs]

I wonder.