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[outofoffice]

Who: sensitIV + friends + enemies
Where: sensitIV
When: Day 447, post-game

[ what the fuck. ]

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[bondsofsuffering]

[Later, the dorm smells of vegetable stew.]

[proceedwithcautus]

[ vegebl is good for bodie

it's at least not a repulsive smell to her right now. after a bit, she shambles toward the kitchen. ]

[bondsofsuffering]

[He's got a big ol' pot - it looks like he's making enough for more than just sensitIV.]

Hey. Did you get some rest?

[proceedwithcautus]

[ she rubs her eyes. ]

A little...

...I didn't think I'd fall asleep so easily, but once I stopped moving...

[bondsofsuffering]

You guys looked pretty beat.

Up for eating some vegetable stew?

[proceedwithcautus]

Mm...

[ she has to think for a second. ]

...I'm not very... hungry. But I think I can manage.

[bondsofsuffering]

I can put it in the fridge to save it instead if you want.

[proceedwithcautus]

Nn... It at least smells good to me, so I think that's a good sign. And I should... eat while I'm just a little bit hungry, at least.

[bondsofsuffering]

I'll get a bowl ready for you, then. Don't forget to get something to drink.

[proceedwithcautus]

Mhm... I'll get some water.

[ she shuffles over to the cabinets to get a glass, and then over to the sink for water. ]

...How's everyone else doing?

[bondsofsuffering]

[Getting a bowl to fill with stew.]

Mostly tired, from what I can tell.

[proceedwithcautus]

Mm... that doesn't surprise me.

Did someone tell you what happened, already...?

[bondsofsuffering]

I've heard bits and pieces, but no one really told me how sensitIV played.

[proceedwithcautus]

Well—

—we wanted to survive in the end. So we worked as hard as we could.

1/2

[bondsofsuffering]

[bondsofsuffering]

...Is that so...?

Well, I'm not happy about the ways it hurt all of you. ...But I'm glad you fought.

[Reaching over to pat her gently on the head.]

[proceedwithcautus]

[ wah ]

...Mr. Lucifel seemed like he was already having a bad time at the start... so, I'm glad—that for him, and for Mr. Venti, we could fight. And that... it mattered.

[bondsofsuffering]

It did. It must have been tough, though.

[proceedwithcautus]

It was... really hard.

I think—something happened, too, where... I couldn't hold back my feelings, anymore. Every cynical, hopeless, unkind thought about the world and those who would fight against us...

...ah, I didn't like it.

[bondsofsuffering]

Probably to encourage you all to fight each other... it sounds awful, that's for sure.

Are you able to think about the good things again?

[proceedwithcautus]

Mhm. That's not the problem, exactly, but—




...it's really tiring.

[bondsofsuffering]

I can only imagine.

[Setting out a bowl of stew for her, along with a spoon.]

[proceedwithcautus]

[ she takes the bowl in her hands and looks down at it—and after a moment, nods, seemingly satisfied with something. ]

...thank you.

I think... I knew that if I did my best, you wouldn't be disappointed in me.

[bondsofsuffering]

...Come on, I wasn't even in the game. You didn't have to worry about what I'd think.

[proceedwithcautus]

Ehe... well, you care about us, after all.