i'll wait, so show me why you're strong

[ravagers]

[ Generally, people need time to cope and gather themselves after a... thing... like that. Unfortunately, that's not how Vanille sees it. Her thing is avoid, and once she gets out of that hellhole that's the courtroom, she makes her way to the supplies closet, then to the library. She spends some time setting up things, pushing things aside to make room. Once she's finished, and she's met up with the Party Brigade, she makes enough invitations for everyone. She slips them under everyone's doors, or hands them out if she sees someone walking around.



Inside the library, there are candles set up to provide some soft, comforting lighting. There are pots of tea, courtesy of Mercy, pancakes made by Viktor, and books (picked out by Estelle, of course) laid out on the surrounding tables. The others have provided their own touches, and Vanille's even managed to make something: sugar cookies, which are actually very good. They're flavored lightly with all sorts of flavors--not all in the same cookie, okay--and each plate is marked with whatever flavor she's put in them.

After a successful trial, it's healthy to indulge, right? Let's mingle. ]

Comments

[quadruples]

Wow. Your face looks terrible. I take it Silver wasn't joking.

[ Viktor's holding out a plate of sugar cookies as he approaches. ]

Want something to eat? Vanille made these.

[uncouthhatcher]

Silver wouldn't know a joke if it bit him on the nose.

[Despite his look, though, there is a touch of affection. Silver's still probably mad at him and it's probably not going to be the best sleep, but eh. They'll work through it.

He'll take the cookies though, having seen them but not being hungry enough to try one yet.]

Thanks. These are pretty damn cute, wonder if they taste just as good. [munch

...]

Oh, these are good. I don't even like sweets that much and I like this!

[quadruples]

Those cookies are so good I almost want to eat them all by myself.

[ ... ]

How are you holding up, split lip aside?

[uncouthhatcher]

[He understands, Viktor. They're good.]

Eh, you know. It's whatever. Cute girl died, hot mom died, sad faces all around. How about you?

[> avoids really answering]

[quadruples]

Could be better. [ If Gold's giving him non-answers, he won't push it. ] Think you'll have a cool scar once your lip heals?

[uncouthhatcher]

Oh, I hope so! Chicks dig scars! I'm gonna be a total heartthrob if I get one!

[quadruples]

You're going to make the girls swoon~

[uncouthhatcher]

[please don't get that tone of voice with him you're too unfairly attractive for that--]

I know, right~? They're gonna have a hard time keepin' their hands off me once this baby heals up~. I'm gonna have to thank Silver, damn, maybe I'll make him somethin' sweet tomorrow. A cake.

[quadruples]

They'll be lining up to date you, I'm sure. [ ... ] When you lose that boyish immaturity in a few years, that is.

[uncouthhatcher]

[ouch]

Who're you callin' immature?

[quadruples]

A little kitten who asks a murderer to choke him can hardly be called mature.

[ He's smiling. And it's not a nice smile. ]

[uncouthhatcher]

[.......... so he's

mad

okay that's kind of terrifying.]

I'll give you that point if you stop smilin'.

[quadruples]

Is there something wrong with my smile, Gold?

[ :) ]

[uncouthhatcher]

Reminds me of Feraligatr. The big guy's always smilin', and it's terrifyin' if you don't know how to read him.

[... Like now! But he. He believes Viktor is quite mad, yes.]