post-trial garbage feelings

[ballisdeath]

[ The campfire is still roaring. S'mores supplies are hanging around the area. There's still a faint scent of copper on the air, for those who can really recognize it.

Leon is leaning against Mami on one of the logs around the fire. He's been acting like he's uncaring-- and a lot of it stems from bitterness that this happened to him and he had to watch it AGAIN. But he's calmed down now. He actually looks rather peaceful, if a bit weathered.

There's also now a pizza sitting on another nearby seat. It's cheese and a little cold. ]

Spell didn't work. Delivery man practically blinked out of existence. I thought I'd try since... look at all of us now.

[ That's all he murmurs. Join the campfire? ]

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[seekingsunrise]

[Talcott doesn't push, he doesn't try to hold him when he clearly doesn't want to be but he's not going to stop touching people just because most of you kids are from cultures where it's weird.]

Okay. [He doesn't believe you at all but okay.] Thank you.

[finalguard]

[ Boa takes the notebook and fills it in. Under 'next of kin' he puts a name that isn't Red Eye, because... well, now that he knows his real name, maybe that'd make him easier to find? For a moment he just stares at it, then strikes it through with a forceful gesture. It remains legible if you try a little, at least.]

If anything happens, Eddie and Richie will do as next of kin just fine.

[ He can't imagine anyone else who'd want a memento of him, that's for sure. ]

[seekingsunrise]

Okay.

[He hates that he has to ask these kids to do this.]

I'll make sure they get them... Thank you, Boa.