w1 curfew: fóód court

[naeddre]

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[perfectdistance]

[ What risk?

Gently tilts the bag towards him. ]

[teenrebellion]

[ his throat is still fucked, man.

he's so so so so soooooooo tempted, but he gets the feeling that he'll be yelled at if he isn't careful, so. he shakes his head. sulkily. ]

Maybe later.

[drymonster]

[ silently passes him a riceball. ]

[teenrebellion]

[ oh... accepts this onigiri offering ]

Thanks.

[ ...luckily his voice is already kind of a whisper so he just says softly, ]

I'm sorry.

[ that fuckin sucked huh man ]

[drymonster]

[ just nods. ]

Yeah. Me too.

[ it sure fuckin did. ]

[teenrebellion]

[ awkwardly but very gently touches his shoulder. big "that's rough, buddy" vibes here but it's also directed at himself. ]

[drymonster]

[ kind of leans into it a little, actually. also awkwardly, but. it's fine. shit sucks. ]

[perfectdistance]

[ A little nod.

Heal up, kiddo. ]

I'll make you somethin' in the morning.

[teenrebellion]

[ ...he brightens, just a tad. he is but a teenaged boy. ]

It just has to be soft.

[perfectdistance]

Soft, huh? I could do a nice soup.

[teenrebellion]

Sounds good to me. What kind?

[perfectdistance]

A nice creamy pumpkin soup?

[teenrebellion]

It sounds good. Tasty. Thank you, Nero-san/