w2 curfew (library)

[agleam]

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[decaptych]

[ He's glad Rupert remembered, because. ]

...Sorry, I forgot about those...

[agleam]

I didn't really expect you to, don't worry.

[handing him the plate]

[decaptych]

Thanks. [ Somberly puts crackers in his mouth. Single tear they are so fuckin good. ]

[agleam]

[eating one as well! his first one. and immediately staring off into space as soon as he takes a bite.]

Oh my gosh.

[decaptych]

...

Blown your mind yet?

[agleam]

This is the best thing in the world thank you so much.

[decaptych]

Heh.

[ It's soft but it's there. His sweet seasons...... his Rupert... serotonin. ]

[agleam]

You need to have like five more of them.

[sets the plate down! cure your sorrows with smores, aikawa......]

[decaptych]

Yeah, yeah... I'll eat 'em.

[ Picking them with his better arm and just eating lying down. Pog. This is efficiency. ]

[agleam]

...You need anything else?

[he says, knowing the door is already locked.]

[decaptych]

No thanks, the Smores are already good enough. You did good.

[ Rupert's already had a rough time last week, you may be free. ]

[agleam]

Okay. If you get uncomfortable or anything, though, let us know. We can try to figure something out for you.

[decaptych]

Ha-ha.

Thanks Rupert.

[ For real though. ]

[battling]

[ He shuffles over and sits by him, eating his own treat. ]

[decaptych]

[ Loosely acknowledges him with a sideeye. ]

[battling]

Get everything looked at?

[decaptych]

Guess so, but I was half-wondering if Virgo meant to finish the job or help me.

[ He might just be kidding because of how Virgo tends to be. ]

Gonna have to make a sling tomorrow or something... ugh. [ Groaning, mild headache. ] Fuck, I forgot -- I never got the duct tape. I dunno, can you just tie my legs to a chair or something.

[battling]

You're still here for now.

What d'ya got? Want me to use your jacket again?

[decaptych]

Fuck, should've brought my other one. [ He changed out to one that... looks exactly the same except it has like. These rib-looking things on it. He'd fit in great at a North event. ]

...Yeah, I guess so -- that's all I've got. [ Groans as he pushes himself up with one arm. ] You're gonna have to get the, these things out. [ Tapping on one of said rib-looking things. I don't fucking know how this fashion works send help. ]

[battling]

[ Grumbles lowly, and pulls off his own, big green coat. ]

Don't have a knife to make that work out.

[ He'll drag over a chair and start tying it around Aikawa's leg. ]

You better appreciate this.

[decaptych]

Don't cut my fucking jacket, Hope already did that to my old one!

[ Which, hopefully they like. Regenerate in his closet or something. But he just leaves a sigh and slowly plops back down, wincing a little bit because even though he got his injuries lightened, he didn't get bandaged and his back is still in a not-great zone. ]

Yeah, yeah. Fried chicken in the morning if we're both still breathing?

[ Is now the time for morbid jokes? Probably. ]

[battling]

How else am I gonna get these weird ass bones out, huh?

[ He's using his jacket so it's not even a problem ]

Morning chicken, no backin' out.

[decaptych]

You just! Slip them off! Or unlatch it.
[ Because I have to assume it's like attached from the back and can clasp around or something because there's no way Caiman Lastname would go through the insane effort of hooping himself through those every single time, they've got to be unclaspable. ]

Whatever, I wasn't gonna back out anyway. Dipshit.

[battling]

Dumbass.

[ He's done tying it, and gives it a slight tug to make sure it doesn't immediately give undone. ]

What even happened t' ya?

[decaptych]

[ He's too tired to test them, but he has faith in Bradley's ability. A chair may not necessarily stop him but it will make life difficult. ]

A lot.