[Traumaprom]

[tatsumi_textiles]

[WE LIVE, WE DIE, WE LIVE AGAIN]

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[eluvianathema]

Like smoldering embers.

[tatsumi_textiles]

I ain't gonna write that!

[A man's got limits!]

[eluvianathema]

Maybe I'll write it.

[:3c]

[tatsumi_textiles]

[Sputtering and holding the pen to his chest, eyeing her warily]

[eluvianathema]

[she leans in and looks like she's going to try and grab it... then stops, and just laughs]

[tatsumi_textiles]

[Still glaring her down]

The hell're you laughin' at?

[eluvianathema]

I'm laughing because my heart feels light, even though it should feel heavy, as heavy as a stone in my chest. Ma serannas, Ochre.

[tatsumi_textiles]

[HE stares at her blankly for a moment before he remembers exactly why they're writing the letters, and what's at stake.]

Yeah, well. If we ain't gonna keep the power away from her, least we can do is keep her from enjoyin' watching us freak out.

[eluvianathema]

I think we've done that well enough.

[tatsumi_textiles]

Least until we hear how the others bid, anyway.

[Then, all bets are off]

[eluvianathema]

I suppose it's just waiting, now.

[tatsumi_textiles]

Ain't it always?

[eluvianathema]

Ochre? May I ask you one last favor?

[tatsumi_textiles]

[Glancing over at her]

Sup?

[eluvianathema]

[she touches his shoulder]

I'd like to put my head right here.

[tatsumi_textiles]

Oh, uh- I guess? Sure?

[What is even going on]

[eluvianathema]

[you've got an elf resting her head on your shoulder, that's what]

[tatsumi_textiles]

[This is- it's not the most awkward thing that's happened in a bad game, not by a long shot, but it's probably up there.

Still, he doesn't move except to settle himself back against the wall.

To wait.]

[eluvianathema]

[Daisy's totally oblivious to any awkwardness. She's just happy to have a shoulder to lean on]

[tatsumi_textiles]

[It will just be a one person awkward party, like usual]