nobody's in the mood for recording 6.9: the post-trial garden tea "party"

[tsunderine]

The flowers that bloomed at the end of the trial are ones that only seem to prove, continuously, that the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Of course, it's only natural that many of the people are full of mixed emotions - grief? sadness? anger? frustration? maybe something else completely different?

But it's there, along with the end of the week.

Miasma still continues to be around, of course - but make use of the fact that this might be the last time it'll be at a low level one before it shoots up again.


Well.

Life continues as usual, disregarding any feelings that any of the house's occupants might be feeling.

So what are you doing these next two days?

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[foxetious]

[Has Gin warranted a bandanna, or is he still ba(nda)nned? If you have a pale blue one, Gin might eye it briefly as he passes through.]

[soupervillain]

[ Giovanni's always kind of on hyper alert around Gin, so he notices the way the man's closed-eyed gaze(?) flickers toward one of his bandannas as he passes. Is this guy actually interested in something he made? For a moment Giovanni has the impulse to be petty and ignore him completely - it's not like he wouldn't deserve it, right? But the image won't leave his mind of Gin's lifeless body discovered the next morning, bandanna ungiven. He sighs and stands up. ]

Hey, look. I'm pretty sure neither of us is each other's favorite person in this house. And I'm pretty sure at least one of us has a good reason for that! But you're still one of my boys. So.

[ He picks up the light blue bandanna and holds it out to Gin. ]

...You want this?