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[firstworldproblem]

Who: Baritones and friends
Where: Baritones
When: Night 377 - Post Game

[That was a game. We sure did a thing. No regrets! Probably.]

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[firstworldproblem]

[Emet is in the main area with a plastic cup full of spirits and a bit of resting bitch face. But he will attempt to soften it if anyone does approach it.]

[syckophant]

[Eichi waves a little as he gets nearer to Emet, trying to wipe smeared blood from his face. Unsuccessfully.]

Well.

Could have been worse for us, I suppose.

[firstworldproblem]

[He takes one good look at him.





And hands him his cup.]

[temperedinpride]

[Sitting next to him.]

[firstworldproblem]

[Taking his arm and leading him into his room. Though it appears his back is hurting more than usual, so he's hunching more.]

[mourningson]

[does emet drink often

would sunny know

what would sunny know

he has one of Cosmo's smoothies, approaching him with a pointed gaze towards that plastic cup of his]

[firstworldproblem]

I need that which is a bit stronger for some lingering pains. I thought winning meant they would spare us everything.

Would you care for some?

[syckophant]

[Eichi comes in, panting, blood smeared on his face, but no longer actively bleeding! His face is a little flush, though.]

G-god... I need a. Drink.

[mourningson]

[sunny is suddenly here, trying to hand him one of Cosmo's smoothies]

[syckophant]

[Ugh god that's so cute. Sunny never goes out of his way to be kind to him, so Eichi accepts the smoothie with a shaky nod of his head.]

Th-thank you. I appreciate it.

[And he'll... try to drink it. It can't hurt right?]

[temperedinpride]

[There are smoothies. Somehow. They have kale in them. Lahabrea is drinking strong coffee though.]

[mourningson]

[wordlessly grabbing a drink, then stopping to stare at his strong coffee with an arched brow]

[temperedinpride]

... What is it?

[tradesecret]

[ Looking up from checking her phone balance ]

Con... gratu... la...tions?????????

[ The balance indicates they won, so why is everyone so not okay? ]

[firstworldproblem]

[Grousing from his corner.]

They seem to enjoy no longer doing full heals for the winners. Also, we might have proven without a doubt that BARiTONES decides to play for itself much to the displeasure of other units.

But at least we were fair.

[tradesecret]

I see. If we require a plan to address it, I have a few ideas, but right now, my priority is everyone else.

cw: describing injuries

[syckophant]

[Eichi is not bleeding anymore! But he does resemble a wild animal, messy with blood as he is. Mostly on his face.]

We were not in chucks and skewered on spikes, so we got off... relatively easy. Would hate to see what it'd be like... if we didn't protect ourselves.

[mourningson]

[he can't talk but he can look smug over a congratulations like THAT'S RIGHT, WE WON]

[time5kip]

[ knock knock friends he's come FOR DRINKS ]

[firstworldproblem]

[Give him more time than usual, but he will get it.]

Ah, there you are. Congratulations on the win. I am proud of all of you.

[temperedinpride]

There you are. Staying?

[forgottenmercy]

[there's a quiet knock at the door. no one is there but there's a thermos of tea, as well as a couple of library books on classical Chinese poetry. there's also a note attached in very pretty handwriting: it's for Vergil, and may he feel better soon.]

[auguryofinnocence]

[There's a couple volumes of Renaissance era Italian poetry waiting for him at the door in return, with a slip of paper labelled with his name so he won't mistake it for something else left for Vergil. Thanks!]

[failedsafe]

[Lily is here but she isn't alone, a tiny black cat with a thatch of white fur on its chest cannot sit still and demands pets with its mewling, to which Lily obliges.]

[firstworldproblem]

Does your friend have a name?