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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]

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[at_heart]

[ d, dammit, his tsun ]

—I'm not fussing.

[featherbeaned]

[ Gently pokes his cheek ]

You are. It's very sweet!

[at_heart]

If I were fussing, I'd be asking if you've got any painkillers, either from the shop or potions, and when you last took any, and—

[ Bites his mouth shut. L, looking away. Clears his throat. ]

But I'm not.

[featherbeaned]

[ oh no ]

[ oh no oh no she can't ]

[ she has to laugh ]

Aww, Lupine! [ drapes an arm around his shoulders ] Thanks for caring. Rest assured I'm all painkiller'd up.