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[outofoffice]

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

[ what the fuck. ]

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[outofoffice]

I know! We can't have your reputation taking the hit, can we?

[at_heart]

[ Shaking his head, more laughter. ]

My reputation. [ He's only not getting tsun about this because he doesn't think he actually has much of a reputation for cooking. ] That'd definitely be some kind of tragedy.

[outofoffice]

[ Venti can always gun for more tsun later ]

Don't worry, though. Even when everyone else turned your delicious offerings away, I would gladly still take them!

[at_heart]

[ Cracking up. One moment pls. ]

[outofoffice]

[ Salutes. He's a true friend, you see.

And goes back to happily nursing this yummy booze ]

[at_heart]

[ Recovers! Eventually. ]

You're such a saint.

[ He's also being tugged away to assist with getting Alizarin to smell like flowers, so he stands up and asks: ]

She's said no to roses, and I know you probably just want us to smell less like blood... but do you have any scents you'd especially like.

[ what if your katamari wants brownie points ]

[outofoffice]

The fact that you would even ask is adorable.

Unfortunately, I'm not sure my favorite scents have yet been captured by the consumer products here.

[at_heart]

Brat. And here we are, doing you a favor.

[ So much affection, though. ]

Be back in a few? I'm sure you get why I don't wanna play sIV faucet roulette when we're trying to get the blood smell out.

[outofoffice]

Oh, I would argue I get it more than most would.

[ Lupine

HE HAS TO LIVE IN HERE ]

1/

[at_heart]

[ He knows, and you have his pity forever. As if the kitchen being weird isn't bad enough. ] [ Crooked grin, and he heads for the door! ]

2/

[at_heart]

[ ............and then they're just gone? For at least 20 minutes. Maybe more like 30.

Decidedly longer than a shower should've taken. And with no text updates! ]

[at_heart]

[ But eventually they do shuffle back into the sIV dorm. Zari smells like jasmine now, Lupine much more strongly of his usual rosemary, and.

Well, we'll let Zari tell you how she's doing, but Lupine is definitely more than a little self-conscious as he settles back down at the kotatsu.

He used mouthwash before they left LiliS (which was awful, sawdust and sand and somehow it still burned), and then still double- and triple-checked his breath before he got off the elevator. At least he can still smell blood, so he'd... know if it was a problem. In theory. ]

—Back.

[ Said after he's already sat down, very smooth. ]

[outofoffice]

[ Venti has thoroughly cocooned himself in blankets and pillows, but he pokes his head out with a plaintive little sound when they return. ]

That took foreeeeever. Surely you two can canoodle faster than that!

[at_heart]

[ You know he's genuinely embarrassed about something here, because that comment is absolutely begging for a snarky comeback (not the way we do it or something), and instead Lupine just sinks in on himself a tiny bit. ]

Yeah, sorry. I... we got distracted.

[outofoffice]

. . . You look surprisingly guilty about it, as if I didn't know that's what you were doing the whole time . . .

[at_heart]

[ maybe because if it had been what they were doing the whole time, ]

—sooooo, I figured out what's up with my sense of taste.

[outofoffice]

[ .......................... where the fuck is this going ]

And?

[at_heart]

[ Good question, it sure as heck does seem to have been a total non sequitur, until he adds: ]

I'm sure the gamerunner thought it'd be funny, right after a game like that. Just — make it so almost everything tastes worse than actual dirt.

[ Beeeeaaaaat. ]

Except blood?

[outofoffice]

Ah . . .



Do you need it too, now?

[at_heart]

Need's probably a strong word.

[ Sure couldn't, like, make himself stop for a bit there, so. Not that strong. ]

It'll just be for a day or two, I'm sure.

[ Ugh. ]

—Sorry in advance.

[outofoffice]

[ That's called denial, sir ]

Ehhh? Sorry for what?

1/

[at_heart]

[ The point is he probably wouldn't die if he just didn't? Normal food tastes nasty and is incredibly difficult to make himself swallow, between the taste and the texture, but it'll be at most three days so he won't die.

That question gets a slow nose-wrinkle. Really? Sorry for what? ]

2/

[at_heart]

[ An unintelligible grumble, followed by grabbing Venti by the front of his shirt and pulling him into a kiss.

It lasts around 40 seconds, and there's tongue, ]

[at_heart]

[ Before he breaks it, abruptly, to say: ]

I used mouthwash, but if you can still taste it—

[ This is where the preemptive apology goes! ]

[outofoffice]

[ Venti returns the kiss, make no mistake -- even if he's more than a little perplexed about how this conversation is developing. Still. No complaints.

The commentary after, though, earns a blank look for a moment. ]