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[fullbodied]

Who: Wild City and pack???
Where: Wild City, yo
When: POST... GAME.... and on. Late 240?

[so everyone is limping home from a game they won.




it's fine!]

Comments

[shutthefoxup]

Then how about when I say I don't want to give an opinion, just drop it rather than tell me how badly it's going to go?

You literally just punched me with "John stabbed Nychta" then asked me what to do.......for a game I wasn't in and have no context for while I'm dealing with worry for Nychta. And then I tell you twice I don't want to give an opinion and you then suggest it'll go badly...which how the hell am I not supposed to feel guilty then? And I know you're a very smart girl.

[fullbodied]

Alright, alright. You're right. I'm sorry-- that wasn't fair of me.

[shutthefoxup]

All right then. Do you want s'mores or something else?

[fullbodied]

S'mores are fine.

[shutthefoxup]

Good. All I have ingredients for is s'mores.

[fullbodied]

We could order some more, if others want something.

But I feel like the ones with the biggest sweet tooth are me and Talon... Maybe some hotdogs...? If we're going to go for an outdoors feeling.

[shutthefoxup]

Does the balcony have string lights?

[fullbodied]

[... a pause and then she looks out at it]

Doesn't look like it!

I'd never noticed...

[shutthefoxup]

I'll put in an order then. String lights definitely make it a party.

[fullbodied]

Sounds good.

[shutthefoxup]

...is your arm okay?

[fullbodied]

Mm. It'll be fine. It's mostly just sore.

[shutthefoxup]

No other injuries?

[fullbodied]

No other injuries, scout's honor.

[shutthefoxup]

[Gets up, returning shortly with wash cloths and a bowl of ice water]

Sleeves up.

[fullbodied]

Silver...

[she pauses, and then gingerly rolls the sleeve up.

she is sporting a pretty deep bruise-- and her arm seems swollen around her elbow]

[shutthefoxup]

[Taking the seat next to her before starting to soak the washcloths]