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? ]

Comments

[soulcandy]

I dunno, maybe it will?

[He's not too sure of that, but he doesn't want to freak Chuuta out.]

[homeecspacecop]

[It won't. There's no way this is going to stop.]

[Chuuta?]

So, [he continues, more to himself than anyone else] we just have to make sure it doesn't happen again.

[Chuuta! Your self-confidence is coming back!]

We just have to protect everyone! [He just needs to figure out how.]

[soulcandy]

[Okay, that attitude is a bit better.]

Yeah, we just have to protect everyone and it'll be fine.

[homeecspacecop]

[The attitude is a bit better, but also a bit desperate, a bit frantic.]

Right. We can do this. We just have to make sure that no one does anything stupid, and that they don't do anything to all of us. We... we can...

[Chuuta?]

We have to!