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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.]

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[intellectum]

I don't mind.

[untempered]

I'll break.

[intellectum]

I'll put you back together. I have experience in that.

[untempered]

I don't-- I-I can't, can't be useless for a year again, I won't...

[intellectum]

You're not useless. But I don't care about that. That's not what's important to me.

[untempered]

...

[intellectum]

Think about that.

[untempered]

[okay but right now is sobbing time.]

[intellectum]

[wiping the tears off with his fingers]

[untempered]

[buries his face in Xavier's shoulder why is everything terribleeeeee]

[intellectum]

[because the gods suck, dear]

[untempered]

[this... this might take a while, since you so kindly told him it was okay to break.]

[intellectum]

[it's all good]

[untempered]

[;;;;;;;;;;]

[intellectum]

[more pettings]

[untempered]

[is just going to... slide down to the floor eventually.]

[intellectum]

[well, sliding down with you, keeping his hold on him]

[untempered]

[he cries himself out before long, taking shuddering breaths against Xavier's chest.]

[intellectum]

[strokes the length of his spine]

[untempered]

[he's gone a bit numb, hollowed out inside.]

[intellectum]

[can't imagine what that's like]

[untempered]

[could you ever imagine what it's like when it happens to Noric?]

[intellectum]

[:(]

[untempered]

...I'm sorry.

[intellectum]

For what?