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not just how big it must be so underbooked

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like srsly

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oh lots was just talking with zibeline didnt know we were moots dude

[ OKAY GOOD CASUAL OPEN oh his braincell hurttttss ]

[Lithium, not knowing what sort of hornets nest he's transplanted onto the boat:]

Yea I think he just came back recently. We lost touch.

[Typing bubble...]

I wanted to talk to you about him actually.

[ HE HAS TO GO WALK AROUND SUN SIGN'S PLACE LUCKILY THERE'S LIKE 17 ROOMS JUST FOR CATS HE CAN PACE. ]

Yeah?




he's an ex. i just. it's been ages and im done w all that but idk feels weird. i don't think he recognized me at all at first

Youre good at getting me out of my head and youre really good for me in general so i need a pep talk

[ Okay, so like sure there might be complicated feelings and shit but

HIS BRO!!

NEEDS!!!

GAS!!!

BET!

TIME TO PEP!! ]

bro the only thing slowing me down right now is finding the OH THERE IT IS NOW ITS THE RIGHT VOLUME

CUZ THIS HOEL BOAT ABOUT TO HEAR IT

U JUST SAY THE WORD MAN AND I AM GONNA LAY DOWN FUCKING TRUTHS LIKE U ARE THE SEXIEST MOST THOTFUL BEST DUDE WITH A WRENCH AND A DEADLIFT

BRO ITS A GOOD THING U BEEN WORKING ON YOUR CORE CUZ UR A PILLAR OF MY LIFE BRO

DUDE BRO YOU JUST SAY THE WORD AND WE'LL GO UP ON DECK WITH SOME BREWS AND TALK EXES CUZ LIKE BRO HE MISSED OUT KEEPS MISSING AND TOTALY JUST GOT GOLD IN THE MISSING OLYMPICS OF POOR DUDES WHO MISS

srs on that last one, also ur great love u yingxing

[He doesn't answer for a very long 15 minutes.]

I'll take you up on that. I want to see you.

[ you clearly mean 15 years

immediately after ]

meet u in the hall

[He comes out of the Forge rooms, after a couple of minutes; he's changed into a hoodie and sweatpants, a little disheveled like he's tried to take a nap.

His eyes are red, tinged with a flush like he's been crying.]

Hey.

[ Oh shit. Sett realizes. It's him. Sett's the one who creates the locked ship murder mystery. Oh well, Zibeline has had a good life.

In the mean time, he'll just go right over and drag him into a hug because dude.]

Hey.

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[He leans into the hug gratefully, tucking his face into Brocade's chest, in a way he's never quite done before: like he's trying to disappear into him.

He pulls back, shaking his head.]

Shit. Sorry, I napped wrong I think. Let's go?

[He gives one good pat on Lithium's back before nodding and letting go.]

Ain't no prob bro. Come on, ain't fair.

[they head out along the Queen's Walk, past the first slides of the waterpark and onto the open air deck. The bottles clink as Brocade sets down the bag of beers he brought. ]

Thanks.

[He closes his eyes for a moment - looks out at the sea, before bending over to retrieve two of the beers.]

These from the lounge? [He pops both lids open with the other bottle, a trick he'd learnt from Brocade himself.]

[ He holds out a hand for one of them. ]

The weird ass stage. Me an' Graey were figuring that they're probably gonna start charging for drinks so we loaded up.

[handing it over! And then he holds his up, wanting to clink them together.]

Cheers.

[This is the least cheerful Cheers in the history of forever.]

[ Doesn't leave him hanging, there's a soft clink amidst the push and pull of waves below, and the wind tugs at both of them. He settles on the rail, wrists dangling, and his shoulder against Yingxing's.]

I talked with him a bit too, y'know.

What's your impression of him?

[He's tense, from where they're pressed together.]

I've known him a while. Years actually, though uh.. not well. He's always in, cats love him and that's usually a good sign.

... He had the same smell you do, thick an' upset, today. Before we figured out who it was, he talked like he was bout to sing when it was about you.

So he's been back. For a while. And he never--

[He blinks tears back rapidly, looking up at the sky. His scent spikes violently into anger.]

How did you get over what Peony did to you?

[ Ah. Yeah he's not saying anything to that anger, or that grief. He sinks down a little bit, thinking of Peony. Soft, light fingertips on his forearm and her calm smile- ]

Don't know I really did. Not all the way.

I still-

[ A heaving sigh, tail lashing a bit. ]

- I still wonder what I did. How I coulda been a better husband. Gave her what she needed.

Figured out what bit of me I'm missing, y'know.

[ A takes a drink. ]

You helped.

A lot.

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