I still regret every word, that day, I never said

[matchbreaker]

[ This trial was a mess. Hard on everyone, filled with conflicting emotions, and the twists and turns in it made it unsatisfying for everyone involved. That's probably become the norm at this point though! As have the gatherings in the aftermath of them. This time around the letter comes under everyone's door fairly quickly into the evening, following only a short delay for those organizing it to get things together and console themselves enough to be presentable. ]

Come to the dining room if you want to be with people. I will have board games, cards, food, and drink. We also will be writing letters to the dead, if you want to do that around others.

- Elda, Hanyuu, and Mikazuki

[ The dining room's set up is once again fairly simple. Hanyuu broad board games, Elda brought some rpg books though she doesn't expect anything to come of it, and there are a lot of envelopes, paper, and pens from the mail room. The mail room's going to close tonight, of course, but most of the letters will probably be written privately anyway. Elda just wanted people to be sure they knew they could.

Food wise, there's grilled meat and fish, rice, cream puffs (all Hanyuu!) Mikazuki's tea (both black and green!) and Elda's ... spicy fries. Some of them are more mild! However, the mild ones are covered in sugar so uh... that's probably not better. Either way, have at ]

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afterparty

[feistytrader]

[...Silver settles down next to Watanuki with a heaping helping of the spicy fries that, uh... He's not going to need, apparently, because Watanuki is already eating. Okay. That works.]

You doing okay?

[foundfate]

About as well as I can, I guess.

[He is eying that plate of spicy fries though.]

Don't tell me you brought that for me.

[feistytrader]

I was gonna split them with you.

[But hey, he'll get settled next to him and happily munch away.]

It's okay to give another answer, you know. You don't always have to be as well as you can be.

[Not that he's going to push that too hard. He's content with keeping him company.]

[foundfate]

[Silver says that, but Watanuki feels like he has to be strong, for everyone else.]

The same goes for you too, you know. You can still be upset, even if things turned out slightly better than what you were expecting.

[feistytrader]

Don't worry, I fully intend to beat the shit out of a punching bag later.

[...Well, he's honest.]

Come on, buddy. Talk to me.

[foundfate]

About what?

[feistytrader]

[Sorry about Vanille. And Phi.

I'm glad you didn't see a decapitated head.

I punched Elda in the face.

I'm really glad Lusamine wasn't involved.

I really miss Gangrel.]

Did you write any letters?

[foundfate]

[Boy it's a good thing Watanuki can't read minds.]

A couple, yeah. I had to write back to Gold, he wrote to me last week.

[feistytrader]

...Did he tell you to punch me in the face?

[Silver, what the fuck did you do-]

[foundfate]

No, he told me what being dead was like, and that he didn't like watching the trials.

I don't blame him honestly, the trials suck.

[feistytrader]

[...He should have told Watanuki to punch him.]

They really do. At the same time, I guess that's the only way he gets to see us anymore.

[He really doesn't like admitting to that. Damn.]

[foundfate]

[Dude have you seen all the gagtags? Gold would tell Watanuki to punch Silver in the mouth. With his mouth.]

You know, I thought about messing with him a little bit at the trial. But when we got down there, everything was too serious to consider it.

...maybe using the letters would be a good way to mess with him.

[feistytrader]

...What do you have in mind?

[Messing with Gold is his favorite pass time, and he's running out of opportunities to do so. Lay it on him, Watanuki.]

[foundfate]

I thought it would be funny to tell him we dyed the fur and feathers on his pokemon, maybe. Or have you wear a hat and say you shaved your head.

You got any ideas? What would piss him off the most?

[feistytrader]

...I'd never shave my head. It has to be something believable.

[...Well, here's the real question.]

Gold's pretty sensitive. It has to be something ridiculous, not something that would make him feel less important.

[...]

What if we had matching fake tattoos? We could use the markers or paint from the art room or something.

[foundfate]

Paint would be too obvious, it would smear. A permanent marker is doable, though.

What kind of fake tattoo are you thinking? A 'bff' one or something?

[Wait no, they're not supposed to be making Gold feel less important.]

[feistytrader]

...I think a big Gyarados going down all our backs would be pretty cool, but I don't know if any of us are talented enough for that.

[He's bad at this.]

Maybe we're going at this too strongly. Maybe we should get as many people as possible to wear pigtails to the next trial.

[foundfate]

...nah, I don't think people will go for that. We only ever go to trials for murder, after all.

Let's go back to the letters. What's something we could write to bother him?

[feistytrader]

...I think I already won the bothering him in letters game.

[But he doesn't want to sit on that.]

We could tell him we made a bonfire out of cuesticks.

[foundfate]

[Okay, that? That gets a grin out of Watanuki.]

Why stop there? We could say we burned down an entire pool table. I bet it would make an excellent campfire.

[feistytrader]

We ran out of kindling, so we started throwing in playing cards.

[This is exactly the level of horrible he's here for.]

[foundfate]

Maybe the last cue stick was used to roast marshmallows on too.

I bet we would get an angry letter from him for that.

[feistytrader]

I'll be sure to add it to my letter to him, then.

You can be pretty scary with your pranks, Kibo.

[foundfate]

Well, I have to get my revenge somehow, don't I?

[feistytrader]

Revenge is a pretty strong word. I'm glad I didn't stay on your bad side for very long.