W1 Curfew: Simulation Room

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[peripheries]

[NO ONE KNOWS. CHAOS REIGNS.]

There's too many people here.

[spiritbalm]

I suppose everyone had the same idea again.

[ there there. patting him on the back. ]

Makes you miss the tavern a little?

[peripheries]

[Takes the back pats, trying not to feel queasy. WHEEZE]

I miss it so much. You have no idea.

[spiritbalm]

I suppose I don't understand why we went there when we were so injured every time.

[ he is too big for this. he is a full teenager. but just sort of tolerating being used as a cat tree. ]

Maybe people feel they will be left out.

[peripheries]

Because there were couches and alcohol to make you forget about being injured. Not just... a floor and walls.

[Or something. He drank wine once.

Too big? It's not his fault you are so tall and thus an an opportunity to escape from the crowd! Okay, fair... he has stopped his attempt to scale Mt. Anders and will just sort of stand there like he's using Anders as a shield.]

Left out of being stuck somewhere terrible so they can complain tomorrow?

[spiritbalm]

You shouldn't really be drinking.

[ boys night ... ]

Yes. Exactly. Everyone loves complaining.

[peripheries]

Why not? It's fun sometimes. It's like being an adult without other adult stuff.

[You get two Smirnoff Ice in and the world is an amazing and exciting place for like two hours.]

You especially love complaining.

[Kaworu also loves complaining...]

[spiritbalm]

[ he does love complaining ... he loves complaining so much. ]

It's not complaining if it's valid concerns for an oppressed population, Kaworu.

[peripheries]

You complain about a lot of other things besides mages.

[DON'T SHIT HIM SIR.]