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

[impyroverished]

Surely we can't be that dumb, right?

[Those words will echo back to him during the next meeting, in which he will conclude that yes, some people are that dumb. Not that Emil is the epitome of intelligence and foresight]

[notbymyside]

[He doesn't even answer that verbally. Emil just gets a stare.

Yes. People are that dumb.]

[impyroverished]

...that's not a no, Ango.

[Complete silence is worse than an outright 'yes', he thinks]

[notbymyside]

...you hang onto that faith in people, Emil-kun. It will serve you well.

[impyroverished]

Every time someone says something like that it's never true.

[It's the joys of being young, really, not being a cynical person]

[notbymyside]

That's part of growing up, unfortunately. You get more jaded and trust people less.

[impyroverished]

...you can't be that old. You talk like an old man.

[All that talk of not trusting people much makes Ango sound like he's sixty, he thinks]

[notbymyside]

I believe the word you're looking for is 'jaded'.