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

[golden_dream]

Well, they're certainly not for me, either.

[eyeforai]

Do they need to be? There's always going to be people you get along with and those that you don't.

[golden_dream]

...

[She's coming to the conclusion this was a mistake. He was a man. He was too logical. Worse... he had a point. So she started to shy away.]

I'm sorry.

[eyeforai]

[Honestly, with how this conversation was going, he was quickly reaching the same conclusion. He wasn't the right person to hear her out, nor could he offer her the platitudes that she seemed to want.]

No, you don't need to apologize. You were just speaking your mind.

[golden_dream]

...Thank you though.

[She'll start to stand.]

I wish I had your composure, Date-san... I'm sure even before the Foundation, you must have had experience with tense situations.

[eyeforai]

[There's a small nod at the thanks, although... tense situations, huh.]

Something like that, yes. [He'll straighten up a little from where he's standing too.] But it's a part of the job.

[golden_dream]

...Right.

[Still, he had said he'd care if she'd died. Or, implied it at least.

She'd take what she could get.]

See you tomorrow, Date-san.

[eyeforai]

[He nods in response.]

...Yeah. Good night, Rosa.