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?

Comments

[tsunderine]

Oh, no, officer, I've been caught.

[you can hear the dripping sarcasm in her voice]

[eyeforai]

You know, I could've just confiscated it.

[Like, he won't, but.]

[tsunderine]

Not if I ran away with it.

"You can't catch me alive, coppers"-- that's what they say in those old TV shows, right?

[eyeforai]

I don't know, I don't watch that stuff.

[The only thing he does watch is on his computer and you can probably guess what it is.]

Besides, you looked pretty out of it when I walked past.

[tsunderine]

...hm.

I guess I am, just a little bit. I'm just thinking, I guess.

[eyeforai]

...About the trial, or something else?

[tsunderine]

Many things.

[eyeforai]

Do you think it'd help to talk about it?

[He is probably not the best person here to be making this kind of offer, but honestly he'd rather listen to other people talk than mull over his own feelings.]

[tsunderine]

Admittedly, there isn't much I can... tell, really.

[eyeforai]

Because of privacy? Otherwise, I'd just ask why you were sitting here alone with a bottle of alcohol as your only companion.

[tsunderine]

Something like that.

Well... I can say that doing this reminds me of back home, a little.

[eyeforai]

...Should I be concerned that you were making a habit of this, or just sit here and reminisce with you?

[Because he sure misses being able to drink whenever.]

[tsunderine]

Is now really the time to argue about my drinking habits? At the very least, I'm responsible with my drinking; I know my limits.

[eyeforai]

[There's a slightly aggravated sigh in response.]

Look, I'm just worried when I see a minor talk about indulging in hard liquor, alright? It's not usually a good sign.

[tsunderine]

Usually.

What kind of impression do you usually get -- I bet it's deliquency, right? Well, sorry to disappoint, but I'm an honor student.

[eyeforai]

[He leans back against the wall and crosses his arms, looking off to the side.]

Delinquency is one of them. What it says about their home and personal situations are others. But if you're an honor student, I suppose you wouldn't have issues with any of that.

[tsunderine]

Mm... I live a pretty nice life, honestly. Back home, anyway.

[living in a mansion on your own sure is something]

But yes, I don't have any home issues; that isn't really the reason I drink, anyway.

[eyeforai]

[does he have to add you to the bourgeois club like subete]

Then why, if you don't mind me asking?