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[liarliarliar]

Who: Alcheme
Where: Alcheme dorms
When: Day 409, post game

[well Alcheme. We did it.

We got through the hunger games. C became the Five Nights at Freddie's. Our Sweet Baby died tragically. But in the end with the power of magic and healing and traumatizing several people....

Alcheme is again Mostly Whole. Mostly.

What will they do now? probably like nap, prepare for dates, complain, sit in the ball pit. you know: alcheme stuff]

Comments

[foxorcist]

Yes, very good. Hop to it.

[liarliarliar]

[hopping to his room

he'll emerge later in what he considers comfy pajamas--one of Gold's shirts and some short. hair all fluffy post bath]

[foxorcist]

Good job.

We'll start with a small salad if you want more, tell me, 'Kay?

[liarliarliar]

Small salad.

[nooddsss]

Tell you. Kay.

[foxorcist]

Make yourself comfortable wherever you wanna eat.

[liarliarliar]

[goes to sit on the kitchen counter then]

[foxorcist]

[ Our king wants to feel tall and we respect that in this house. ]

[liarliarliar]

[t a l l]

[foxorcist]

Here's your salad, B.

[liarliarliar]

Here's your salad, B.

[takes and munches]

[foxorcist]

[ Watching carefully for his reaction. ]

[liarliarliar]

[looking at her face and mirroring the expression]

[foxorcist]

Well? How is it?

[liarliarliar]

[long pause]

Good.

[foxorcist]

...well. Good.

[ she looks relieved ]

[liarliarliar]

[foxorcist]

Want some tea, too?

[liarliarliar]

Yes.

[foxorcist]

[ SHE CAN BE THE ADULT, making tea ]