After...party...?

[diesifkilled]

[SO THAT SURE WAS AN EXECUTION, HUH

Shirou's just been kind of staring off into space, still holding on to Usagi's hand, ever since Kon and Natsume's deaths. Just when it starts to look like he might stay like that all hecking night, he suddenly blinks and looks around.]

I'm going to go get some food.

[And indeed, he disappears off to the lodge and returns a little later with a huge pile of beautifully made sandwiches and other snacks. Did he have them prepared, or did he just make them really fast somehow? Who knows.

Anyway, there are now sandwiches. And the shack might still be on fire. This is fine.]

Comments

[trashmouthtozier]

[Richie just holds him a little while longer, thinking about that. everything is so complicated, and there are so many missing pieces]

I feel like we're trying to put together a puzzle but someone burned half the pieces, and peeled the picture part off some of the ones that were still left.

[it's not a perfect metaphor. he's only fourteen, after all]

[homeecspacecop]

They don't want us to get out of here. [Chuuta says, getting angrier the more he talks. But he doesn't shake off Richie's hug.] They're going to make it as hard as they can. They're going to just keep hiding things and lying to us! I don't-- [he's still kind of choked up] I hate this place.

[trashmouthtozier]

[Richie was mostly doing okay pushing it down - he's suppressed a lot, for a kid his age - but when he hears Chuuta failing, his own defenses waver]

Me, too. I ... I wanna go home. ...

[hey. that's a distraction, right?]

Hey. Hey, tell me about home.

[homeecspacecop]

[He doesn't want to talk about home right now, but if it's Richie asking...]

What do you want to know?