Saw everyone having enough fun that you couldn't help but join in?
[ Sampo sparkles, and Elysium wonders if the hint of madness isn't just a trick of the light. It probably isn't; he trusts his gut more than anything. What does he do about it? Nothing. Or really, he does worse——Elysium wants to go down the rabbit hole and see where it leads. ]
Clearly you've thought about this more than I have. But that's a different stage, isn't it? We'll have to set up our own.
[ Party busses apparently have dividers… why they haven't set one up before, dwbi, Elysium is doing that now. For what purpose that he needs to do it in the first place? dwbi!! ]
After earnest and not so earnest attempts on both our parts, our dogged protagonist is off on their adventure, accomplishing grand achievements all on their own. That leaves our roguishly handsome shady comic relief and charmingly cryptic friend who seems to hold every answer behind. Perhaps emboldened by the protagonist's genuine nature and efforts, the friend decides to take matters in their own hands.
[ It's too bad they're on a vehicle and in motion; Elysium is briefly reminded of Sampo's reaction to being closed in on. Instead, in a marked difference from earlier, his arm snakes around Sampo's shoulders to pull in him close. In a lower octave than his usual: ]
"… Aren't you a little too handsome to just be comic relief? What exactly are you planning?"
[ it's a shitty script because he isn't a playwright ]
no subject
[ Sampo sparkles, and Elysium wonders if the hint of madness isn't just a trick of the light. It probably isn't; he trusts his gut more than anything. What does he do about it? Nothing. Or really, he does worse——Elysium wants to go down the rabbit hole and see where it leads. ]
Clearly you've thought about this more than I have. But that's a different stage, isn't it? We'll have to set up our own.
[ Party busses apparently have dividers… why they haven't set one up before, dwbi, Elysium is doing that now. For what purpose that he needs to do it in the first place? dwbi!! ]
After earnest and not so earnest attempts on both our parts, our dogged protagonist is off on their adventure, accomplishing grand achievements all on their own. That leaves our roguishly handsome shady comic relief and charmingly cryptic friend who seems to hold every answer behind. Perhaps emboldened by the protagonist's genuine nature and efforts, the friend decides to take matters in their own hands.
[ It's too bad they're on a vehicle and in motion; Elysium is briefly reminded of Sampo's reaction to being closed in on. Instead, in a marked difference from earlier, his arm snakes around Sampo's shoulders to pull in him close. In a lower octave than his usual: ]
"… Aren't you a little too handsome to just be comic relief? What exactly are you planning?"
[ it's a shitty script because he isn't a playwright ]