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[reapoman]

Who: Anzen + visitors (I see you, Sherlock Holmes)
When: Post-game
Where: The Anzen dorm!
What: Definitely not having a nervous breakdown.
Warnings: We're all haunted as fuck so idk maybe some spider mentions.

[ Hey we are all here and some of us are adjusting to the idea of ghosts being real! How's that going? ]

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[rugpull]

[grabs it but doesn't eat it yet]

[ordimame]

[. . . heh. . .]

[makes a "go ahead" gesture]

[rugpull]

No takebacks.

[munches

tail wagging....]

[ordimame]

[for as bratty as Mocha is he does deserve to be spoiled. . .]

No takebacks.

How is it?

[rugpull]

Good. Not weird or poisoned...

[offers him the last bite after a beat of hesitation]

[ordimame]

[huh. . . so it really is a gift. . .]

[holds up a hand and shakes his head]

Nope. It's all for you. Thanks, though.

[rugpull]

[noms that last bite]

Just make sure ya eat something. Even if yer a scared boy.

[ordimame]

My fear is healthy and keeps me alive. You brought back a lot of food, so I'm assuming some of it is for us. . .?

[rugpull]

Yeh. But tomorrow ya gotta get yer own.

[ordimame]

I see. Your kindness only lasts for one night.

. . . thanks.

[he'll have no problems getting up early to forage for breakfast tomorrow, at least]

[rugpull]

...so we're stuck here huh.

[ordimame]

. . . seems like it. Not ideal!

[. . .]

Are you worried about your boss back home?

[rugpull]

Worried about my grandmother. My boss....Jack'll pick up my slack hopefully...though he won't be as good as me at gettin' him where he has t'be...

[ordimame]

[mmm. . .]

We might be stuck here for now, but we'll find a way to send you back home before you know it. Okay?

[rugpull]

Yeh....she'll probably hafta pick up more work until I get back but...she's a tough broad. She can handle anything...

[ordimame]

[hah]

It sounds like you really care about her.

[rugpull]

Well, she's all I got and she gave everything t'raise me for my ma.

[ordimame]

[. . .]

What happened to your mom?

[rugpull]

Died in childbirth.

I wouldn't give m'name anyway in this kinda situation. But that aside--m'name is only thing she could give me besides m'life. I don't want it taken.

Maybe it helps her find me when she's lookin' down on me from the stars.

[ordimame]

[. . . . . . . .]

[very soft]

Yeah. I bet it does.

. . . I'm sure she appreciates you safeguarding it for her, too.

[rugpull]

...gonna miss her birthday if m'stuck here too long. But I guess she'll forgive me on account of the kidnappin'.

[ordimame]

When is it? I doubt we'll still be here, but if we are, we'll celebrate. Okay?

[very serious about this]

[rugpull]

Got about a month! So that's our time limit!

[ordimame]

Then I'll mark my calendar.

[a beat]

In spirit. I don't have an actual calendar.

[rugpull]

Don't we get notebooks and planners.