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[asonoficeandfire]

Who: FiN and whoever wants to visit
Where: FiN
When: Day 208 post heart games

[So, who got merch from Intensity's subconscious amusement park?]

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[purrrnicious]

[He has a shadow. A totally casual nonchalant shadow that may or may not have been camped out in the hallway and just follows him into to the dorm (unless otherwise stopped) like she owns the place.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[That's not him holding the door open for her (actually physically touching it). Nope.

Just her imagination.

When they get into the common room, he'll pick up two mugs]

[purrrnicious]

[She trails after him, yawning tiredly, like she hasn't slept.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Coffee first? Or nap?

Or straight to drinking?

[purrrnicious]

Uuuuuuugh.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Don't laugh. Don't laugh. Don't la---]

Nap it is.

[And heads toward his room]

[purrrnicious]

Uh, why, where were you last night?

[not that she knows he wasn't in FiN

nope





didn't try coming by at all]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Heart Solider. Sleeping off the migraine. Our furniture is shit, you know.







Did you try to stop by?

[purrrnicious]

Uh, pff, no? Definitely not? What, you think I don't have somewhere better to be?








[protip: she does not]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Hn. Of course not.

[Starts making coffee for the both of them]

Though I assume by now you know that the producers played open house with your soul.

[purrrnicious]

[Flinches a bit, then frowns. She doesn't know wtf an "open house" is but the meaning is obvious enough from context.]

. . .That's what they're saying.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

There might be some truth to it.

I was at least led to believe I went through yours.

[purrrnicious]

Yeah, well,

[Crossing her arms, her tail flicking in agitation.]



I guess I saw yours, too.

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Of course she did.

Of course.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Well, let's start with the basic question.

Good or bad time?

I would say yours trended toward the former.

[purrrnicious]

[Giving him a brief look over her heart being a "good" time, but––]

It was fine. There was some freaky monster thing I ran into, but apparently our powers work at least well enough I could get away from it.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Just one?

That's better than I was expecting.

[purrrnicious]

Yeah. . .

[Wrapping her arms around herself, her tail flicking, uncomfortable.]

The rest of the place–– I mean, it was just. Like, really determined to keep me out of trouble, I guess. Even the "you" that was a jerk gave some good info.








[So, you know, uncomfortable because nice things and feelings and what the fuck do you do with those exactly.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Slides a finished cup of coffee her way, casually. As he props one elbow on the counter.]

Oh no.

Did you not get to have as much fun as you wanted to?

[purrrnicious]

[Wraps her hands around it, though she doesn't drink it.]

One place actively invited us to rewrite you. You sure you wanna joke about this?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Well. It certainly wipes the smug smirk for him face]

Rewrite, huh?

[And takes a sip of his coffee.]

...

Wouldn't be the first time.

[purrrnicious]

Yeah. Your "priorities", and, like, what you you think of anyone you've met ever, apparently.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Well.

That makes him choke on his coffee.]

My...

[Excuse the coughing fit.]

What now?!

[purrrnicious]

Your "bee-ose".

[Her mispronunciation of "BIOS".]





And "networking". I didn't mess with it –– I only looked at my name 'cause it had my name and I didn't know what it was, okay?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

And? What?

You think I'd be mad?

I touched things in your soul, too.