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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[cw_suicide]

[here. now. not the future. he has to remind himself because a-ahaha...]

Right...

[accessorytomurder]

[She tugs his hair—just a bit, this time, to makes sure she has his attention.]

I-I'm going to be... really hypocritical for a moment, okay? But, um... Leave tomorrow's worries for tomorrow. Don't borrow stress or trouble ahead of time.

1/2

[cw_suicide]

[brains are bad. it's why it's so hard for him not to think ahead

he's lifting his head to look at her with a wane smile giving that much away]

I can try.

[probably poorly, but.]

[cw_suicide]

[anyway, his turn for some doting. which is to say: time to smooch a Yachi]

[accessorytomurder]

[She's so intent on her own doting that she meets the smooch with a blink of wide-eyed surprise, briefly. She melts in the next, soft and warm and grateful for the affection.]