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Who: the peppy new team in town
Where: the lobby
When: Day 36

[the new unit has picked colors, picked cute sailor-collar outfits, and is finally fit explore.

Once they get through the leftover fanmail boxes. Did no-one think to clean those up??]

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Mmm...

What are we going to do with all this I wonder.

Hm. Fill them in. Let them know as much as we can. Help out how we're able. But they'll adjust, they don't need babying, just whatever help we can offer.

You're right, you're right...

You want up protect them, huh?

They're all babies!

Haha, B's becoming a big brother type.

[twitch]

Booooo.

Poor B, better get better away accepting being pampered or you'll be big brother B in no time.

I want so much pampering.

What did E call it, fun jail?

Yes.

I hate fun jail I was going to buy so much clothes.

I know you suggested I save up for our own thing but maybe I should be giving you points first.

Ah, no. I want you to work on your own project more than I want to be fussed over.

I'm all for rushing to see what more information we can get but... it's not going to be good if everyone is already tired and exhausted the next time a bad game happens. I think pampering you and everyone else is just as important for the long term.

Edited 2018-09-12 11:36 (UTC)

[eating his chips]

Being tired just means you have a quick nap.

Uhuh. That's a start, true.

I already nap just no one ever believes me when I say it.

I mean that's good. But the mind needs time off to play too. Working hard is admirable, but mental exhaustion is as real as the physical kind.

So it really is okay to accept more pampering, you know? Even to ask for it, too.

Mmm. I'm going to let Gold and Silver spoil me. They don't care about plot, they're just good sports boys doing their best. So that'll be nice.

Good. As long as you've got that planned.

Mmm...

So no need to worry.

Well I'm always going to worry about you, you're my friend, and I care about you a lot.

Gross!

[Pulls B against him and aggressively ruffles his hair!]

That's right, suffer.

Nooooo!!!