Maybe he does, even, but by the time he leaves his room for the day all that's left is an obvious, profoundly good mood. He whistles to himself as he makes blueberry pancakes in the kitchen - enough for everybody this time without even prompting. Why the hell not?
Exploration comes later. He can't even really find it in himself to get mad over the washing machines, though a part of him still notes it. The music room doesn't seem to have a karaoke machine, so whatever. After all that talk about music magic, he guesses it's some kinda jab at Caren. He knows that. He didn't even dislike the girl all that much. But it's like the weight of the world is finally, finally off his shoulders. How can he get upset all over again now?
The game room seems like the perfect way to maintain his current high. He pokes around for a little bit, but quickly settles down with a pack of cards at the poker table.]
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"...I trust you."
[When Stan wakes up, he could cry for joy.
Maybe he does, even, but by the time he leaves his room for the day all that's left is an obvious, profoundly good mood. He whistles to himself as he makes blueberry pancakes in the kitchen - enough for everybody this time without even prompting. Why the hell not?
Exploration comes later. He can't even really find it in himself to get mad over the washing machines, though a part of him still notes it. The music room doesn't seem to have a karaoke machine, so whatever. After all that talk about music magic, he guesses it's some kinda jab at Caren. He knows that. He didn't even dislike the girl all that much. But it's like the weight of the world is finally, finally off his shoulders. How can he get upset all over again now?
The game room seems like the perfect way to maintain his current high. He pokes around for a little bit, but quickly settles down with a pack of cards at the poker table.]
Hey! You know how to play poker?