[ Now that I am no longer ill and actually alive, this is the backdate. Power is crawling into his jail cell... with snacks and drinks, because somehow this has ended up becoming her character this game. Well, food can heal the heart, maybe.
'Tis nothing of the sort, otherwise I would have the strength necessary to break you out of here and go somewhere far away.
[ She does scoot over and sit though, and starts unpacking snacks. Chips, rice balls, etc -- her picks are generally very Japanese-leaning in convenience store terms, but hey. ]
Is there anything else you want? More of that terrible music you enjoy?
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W6 SATURDAY : POST-TRIAL.
She just wants an excuse to hang out. ]
I have brought snacks.
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[He gestures to the front of the cell and motions for her to sit down.]
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[ She does scoot over and sit though, and starts unpacking snacks. Chips, rice balls, etc -- her picks are generally very Japanese-leaning in convenience store terms, but hey. ]
Is there anything else you want? More of that terrible music you enjoy?
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Honestly, love, I think that'd just end with me dead quicker. Also, it's not terrible. Not my fault youve got no taste.
[He takes some chips and cracks them open. Mmmm, crunchy.]
How're you feeling?
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[ No, the ways of God can most definitely stop her. It's just that nothing in the world could ever get her to admit that she could be stopped. ]
Fine, I suppose. I mean, it's not like anything's happening to me.
[ She's just not very happy about things but she's never been good at really addressing emotions and the like? ]
Are you sure you have taste?