Week Three Afterparty - How we'll drink until we're kind, searching for our wasted time

[goldenmaniac]

It had been a strange day - while they were no fewer in number than they had been the day before, the guests had learned a harsh lesson. That no one, even a dear friend, could be trusted when the power of a Witch was concerned. That Misfortune could not be avoided forever.

They had seen a glimpse of the Witch's true face, and all were shaken by the knowledge...🗈

No one was exactly eager to gather after the disgusting sight of Akira's execution. But drifting off to their own devices seemed too cold, so Takumi, almost frantic, set about making some light food for everyone. Mostly sandwiches, some rice and fish, soup... fare that would be easy on the stomache.

He didn't bother sending out notes. After three weeks everyone knew how this played out, and would arrive if they felt up to it. Or not.

Comments

[clearumbrella]

Yes! Then, I'll call you Ann-san from now on! [ He's really cheerful over this for some reason. ]

But I don't mind cooking, Ann-san. It's always been one of my responsibilities.

[fullbodied]

Yes, but it isn't your responsibility here. So it's nice of you to offer.

[the cheer is contagious-- because she really... needs that.]