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Who: FiNs
Where: FiN dorms
When: Day 129 post game

[so we rolled a dice and failed. how is everyone holding up with their effects?]

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Someone called my bluff.

And I folded.

What was the bluff?

Feelings bluff.

...

Some people just require words I suppose.

Ohhh . . .

. . .

[motions for him to come closer, come here come here]

[Comes closer...?

Yes?

What do you want?]

[Holds both hands.]

[His fingers wrap tightly around hers. Maybe a bit too tight. The stress of everything still coming off of him in waves.

Though he manages something resembling a (non-smirking) smile]

You've never needed words.

I don't think you need words either. But I do like hearing them anyway.

[Doesn't mind the tightness, it seems. She just returns the grip.]

And also I think . . . Sometimes if you fold, that's not a bad thing. It is better to lose a little than to lose everything. You can still start a new game.

[Laughs at that, though it still sounds more stressed out than amused]

Sounds like a cover up for losing in general. If you accept one loss, who's to say you won't let others slip by.

I say!!

And do you say?

Well. That changes everything.

Yeah, so you don't gotta worry too much!!

[makes a huff noise after that though]

But losing is still frustrating...so it's okay if you're mad now. I'll stick around if it'll make you feel any better! Or I'll try and find other stuff!

Edited 2019-06-30 06:33 (UTC)

You already made me feel better.

But move your sheep to other parts of the lab. I need the table clean for a project.

Ohhhhh, that's where they went. They're troublemakers, wowee!

[She says as if she did not put them there, but she's gonna move them in a spot where they can observe without getting in the way like the troublemakers they are.]

They learned from the best.

[Wowee.

While she's doing that he goes to pick up the material she ordered as well as a few other odds and ends he purchased. The cloth gets laid out like a table cloth and Intensity gets to work on cutting a spool of wire into long even segments]

[Will probably find herself a comfy spot, swinging her legs back and forth as she watches.]

[It looks like he is making a wire mesh to lay between two layers of the fabric that she picked out.

After all the wire has been cut]

Do you want to help?

...YES.

[Jumps up immediately and bounces over.]

Can you help me weave the wire together?

[He demonstrates how to do this, bending the wire into joined links much like a large chain link fence]

[watching...]

[brain analyzing data...complete!!]

Yes, I can do it!

[She reaches for the wire and imitates it just fine]

[...

Cute.

Guess Angel and Intensity are going to make the frame for this electric blanket-cape going to King.

For some reason, having Angel help him makes the whole process more enjoyable. How strange]

[Strange! Especially since it goes both ways. How could this beee . . . but if it seems Intensity is in a slightly better mood, then it's all worth it.]

[Once the metal is laid carefully against the cloth]

Nice work on the color choice.

Oh, thanks! I worked very hard picking one!

[Ish.]

But you're the one who knows how to make stuff like this and how to make it all look nice together!

You could too with more practice, you know.

Do any of your friends complain about the cold?