( closed ) life like the unplumbed sea;

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WHO: Elysium & friends(?)
WHAT: This is now just a catch-all for everything
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: 2024
WARNINGS: Blanket warning for possible explorations of dark themes in general, please tread at your own risk. I will, however, endeavour to include specifics in headers if applicable.

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If you don't watch your wording, a guy might get the wrong idea.

[ like, she wants him alive? damn.

Anyway, he gets his order… he plops a rice cake into his mouth. There's no chewing motion, but there is a swallow after several beats. Following that, his Milkis is downed in an entire gulp. Hm. He sure is buying another can, all this achieved wordlessly and expressionlessly.

He's fine. ]

…

[bemist]

How weirdly quiet of you.

[ Calmly chewing her portion. ]

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What's wrong with… enjoying my meal in companionable silence…?

[ he's on his fourth can of milkis, that's what ]

[bemist]

You wanna think it over before you continue with the false bravado or should I just buy the rest of their stock of cans?

[ She would. She absolutely would. ]

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[ If she allows: just… a tight grip on her shoulder as he keels over. In lieu of that, he'll reach for the nearest surface he can cling onto.

As well, he'll hold up the remainder of his tteokbokki up to her… he's eaten like, five pieces. The ratio ain't looking so hot. Please assist. ]

[bemist]

[ Oh. There he goes.

He can hold onto her shoulder; Gebura barely manages to suppress a noise that sounds like it could have been a laugh, reaching out with one hand to steady him and the other to take the tteokbokki from him. ]

What were you trying to prove, you idiot?

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… Nothing…!!!

[ warbling… weakly… there are probably tears in his eyes, which is why he's more than content with keeping his head low. if he cared about proving anything outside of his work expertise, he wouldn't be acting like a clown on the regular. ]

I just thought it'd be more fun to share the same experience.

[bemist]

You're wilting.

[ She's just going to note that. ]

So I can't really say how much fun you're having, but maybe stick more to your level.

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Not like I'm feeling it, nooooope…

[ weh. ]

Ugh. Message received. [ little does he know he's about to encounter his next ordeal in the near future: Rover's spicy chicken… ] I should probably get to work soon, though.

[bemist]

Maybe that'll help you cool off.

[ Ah, that was amusing. ]

But I should head off anyway, too.

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If you don't hear from me, you've lived to tell the tale.

[ straightening out and looking queasy still, but he's rubbing his forehead a little in frustration. his mouth… when will it stop burning… ]

Aaaaaah… I'll see you around, Miss Gebura. That was fun.

[ yes but not really, ]