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[alldoomnogloom]

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[ablazement]

[don't tell her this she's sad she was LYING]

[haematocritical]

[ he's the connoisseur of tough love, darling, what did you expect? pats her sad little shoulder. ]

[ablazement]

[melts into the bed.]

I want to go home. [weehhhgh. pouts like a toddler.]

[alldoomnogloom]

[ leaning against them both of them. it's probably a nice balance of temperatures? karlach's hot water bottle and astarions ice cube body. ]

I think perhaps a good sleep might be a first step.

[haematocritical]

[ when three magnemite link together to become magneton, they provide the perfect temperature, actually. ]

What, for the next... what is it, six weeks?

[ablazement]

I don't know that I can watch this every week. [mumbles into astarion's shoulder.]

[haematocritical]

[ pets her hair. ]

It is getting more stressful. We had quite the escalation this week.

[ablazement]

We lost - what, five people in one go?

[haematocritical]

[ counting on his fingers ]

After tomorrow, yes. Five people. [ ... ] Well, four and a dog.

[ablazement]

Pickles counts.

[haematocritical]

I am aware the dog was smarter than most men.

[alldoomnogloom]

Supposedly, yes.

[ writing in his journal again, flipping to the front where he's got a rudimentary calendar drawn up with almost two weeks crossed off. ]

The base here of course is only seven days, as opposed to a tenday ...

[haematocritical]

[ craning his neck to try and nosey at the whole notebook, actually. ]

...

Well, it's less time to deal with this. But it's also... less time to deal with all this. [ the calendar giveth and it taketh away ]

[alldoomnogloom]

[ it's a lot of wizard notes and very, very boring, and then a few journal entries and what appears to be a tracking system for something - a daily rating on a scale from 1-10, most around 2 or 3, with the occasional 4 or 5. ]

[haematocritical]

[ uses it like a bedtime story and dozes off.



no, he's tapping the tracking system thoughtfully with his index finger. ]

A scale?

[alldoomnogloom]

Ah.

[ he hesitates, but. ]

The orb.

[ ... it is a pain index. ]

[haematocritical]

[ stares at him for a moment.

what's the highest number on this scale anyway? ]

[ablazement]

[she has her tail wrapped around both of them somehow, you're both just trapped.]

... Yeah. [she's really, really tired.] We just stay here tonight?

[alldoomnogloom]

I see no reason to head back to the coffin room that smells of blood for at least one night.

[ leaning further back. ]

Would you two care for something to eat?

[ablazement]

[her little tail grab tightens for a second, but then she lets go.]

You know, I'm not even hungry. [alarming!!] ... Probably should eat, though.

[haematocritical]

Starvation isn't something to do willingly. Maybe something light?

[ablazement]

[okay well you're not escaping the hug after that]

[haematocritical]

[ oof his ribs. ]

[alldoomnogloom]

[ that also makes him sad? patting him on the leg, but he does have to get up to make food, so he'll extract himself from the pile for the meantime and wander into the little animal crossing kitchen. they've probably kept leftover ingredients from the party in the fridge here so he'll start mumbling to himself about what he could make. ]

[haematocritical]

[ spit facts and make the homies sad: a novel by astarion.

he doesn't wriggle away from the extra physical contact but he does stare up at the ceiling for a moment because he truly had meant that practically speaking. it's fine though. feed their gal with the big heart, gale. ]