Chance~

Winning at life~

[fancy-my-chances]

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Howdy there, my name's Chance~

Saw other people having blogs and thought I should do that too~

It/he/she if that's something you wanna know🩷

I'm just a regular Pippins:]

But I'm also like... Totally the best one soooooo....... Yeah. Sorry🩷 (I would put an emoji of a guy in sunglasses here but Six would get pissed I'm "taking its thing" lollll!!)

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Follow my bf:] She's like the second best (maybe) @ultim8-six-s-or

Oh noooo don't go bother this guyyyyy I'd hate thaaaaatttt heheheheheheh;] @pips-the-pippins

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rules: bigots get out, no nsfw, magic asks allowed but don't push it, you can be mean to him

ran by @enbydummy like the pips and six blogs

[pips-the-pippins]

ooc: i don't really. know what to do with these blogs now. might delete them idk?? i don't really want them to be in my account list forever.

people are leaving and idk if there's really a point anymore. i still love my characters a ton but if i am ever gonna post about them again it'll probably be on my main blog ( @enbydummy ) just as an art post or a yap session. i don't know if this blog is gonna turn into anything or if it'll just get deleted but either way i mostly loved doing this. thanks everyone.

all good things gotta end tho i guess. sucks i didn't get to do all the stuff i wanted but it's fine, whatever. if anyone wants to rp on discord or somewhere else for fun or just talk im down! not leaving the internet or tumblr obviously. just doubt there's a point to my blogs anymore idk.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

Yo! M'here wit some sorbet. Y'gonna let me in, hot shot?

(*There's some knocking on the door. A familiar voice swathed in pink's behind it. You'll never guess who! Does Six answer the door?*)

(@no1-guardie-palsie)

[Six doesn't. The door is opened by someone else before he could stand up.]

[It was Chance. She didn't say anything, just nodded and moved out of the way so Guarav could come in. Seems like it's already been told about zem coming.]

yoooooooo, rava, what's upppp!!!

[Six was lying on the couch, lower half of him covered by a blanket. His shades were off, it probably wasn't very comfortable to lie down in those.]

[Next to the couch were a couple small bags, presumably the stuff that Chance brought.]

[He sat up, freeing up space for Guardie on the couch.]

[Chance was sitting on a chair nearby, looking away from the two.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav opens the door, toting a plastic bag of some mini-sorbet cups. Zey're wearing a casual outfit for zem, a pink tracksuit with a cute cropped top and the matching jacket wrapped around zeir waist. There are patches all along the pants, though. A sign of zeir typical flair.

Guardie walks over to the couch by Six.*)

Hey hey hey, sunnies!

(*Zey glance at Chance before moving to sit down with Six, and ruffle the top of their head as is tradition.*)

Nice pink, by da way.

(*Zeir focus immediately snaps back to Six, taking out some sorbet cups and plastic spoons for the both of them.*)

You more of a raspberry or a strawberry fella? Dere's a right answer, be warned.

(*There's a playful edge to zeir words, edged with concern. Six is sick, after all. Maybe zey should hold back on the teasing?*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Chance turned away further, pretending to not hear zem.]

[Six attempted to laugh, but was interrupted by his own coughing. Damn it.]

[He resorted to a whisper, still smiling.]

both are cool. uh. i guess raspberry? feeling kinda raspberry right now

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Good answer, sunspot.

(*Six gets the feeling that zey would have said that either way.

Guarav pats him on the back and pass over a raspberry sorbet with a plastic spoon.

Zey.. pretend not to notice Chance's indifference. Zey're frowning, though. Guarav wipes the frown off zeir face and turns to Six with a smile, and digs into some sorbet with zeir pal.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six put a spoonful in his mouth.]

[He was bouncing in place a little, partially to distract himself from his body hurting all over, partially because he was happy to see his friend.]

[Something hit Guardie on zeir leg. Then again. And again.]

[It was... A tail? Did Six always have a tail?]

[...either way, it was wagging.]

[...]

[Chance stood up and walked up to the kitchen counter. He opened a cabinet, looking for something.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

...Lil buddy?

(*Guarav reached out for the tail.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[The tail didn't stop wagging. Maybe even became a little faster.]

yeah?

[Six didn't seem to notice what his tail was doing. Or the tail itself, for that matter.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav ran a finger along the grooves of the poker chip at the tip of Six's tail.*)

Ya.. ya tail's waggin?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six twitched as the tail was touched.]

huh- what? i don't. have a...?

[She noticed the new appendage and grabbed it.]

...how long has that been there???

[As soon as she let it go, it went back to wagging, hitting Guardie again.]

oh, shoot- my bad.

[They grabbed the tail again and put it under themself to stop it from moving.]

Took you long enough to notice.

[Chance was still looking in the cabinet. From here, a tail not unlike Six's was visible.]

wh- did you give it to me??

What?? No. I just noticed it before you did. And also got one, I guess. It's weird.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav says nothing to Chance, and touches the tip of the tail again before pulling zeir hand back.*)

Neat. Wish I's had onea dose m'self. Make it easier ta draw fer longer.

...Kinda cute, too.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six giggled.]

pff, don't say that!! im like. cool and nonchalant and shit. not cute.

[Despite him saying that, the end of the tail started wagging again.]

[Chance finally took out a box from the cabinet. Then took the electric kettle from the counter and started filling it with water.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Oh, yeah, yer just soooooo nonchalant 'n shit, huh? Sureee.

(*Guarav pats Six on the head.*)

Super nonchalant.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six rolled its eyes, but didn't pull away. Instead he leaned onto Guardie's side, relaxing his whole body.]

you're lucky i like you, or i would've, uh..... destroyed you or something. i dunno.

[They coughed again.]

ugh.... fucking hell. this sucks. hate being sick.

[Chance was seemingly doing the rest of the steps needed to make tea.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav kept going with the affection, but pulled away after a moment.*)

Hol up, jus' gotta make sure youse got somethin fer tha tea.

(*Zey blow a kiss in a joking manner to Six and walk over to where Chance was making the tea.*)

Yo, does this lil shit have any honey? The fella don't stock up on much, I assumed. Got some honey packets for 'im if ya need.

(*Despite it absolutely being an insult, Guarav says "lil shit" with a considerable amount of fondness. Zey hold up a few packets of honey saved from a local diner.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

[Six looked a bit disappointed when Guarav stood up, but didn't say anything.]

[Chance froze for a moment, then reached out its hand to take the packets.]

Uh. Mhm.

[She gave a polite smile, even if it looked a bit strained.]

Probably better for a sore throat than just sugar, huh?

[He turned back around, his posture a bit more tense now.]

Thanks.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Yeah, no prob man. Jus' wanna make sure he gets better quicker. Also, it jus' helps wit throat pain. I mean, y'know dat. Uh. Yeah. Goin back now.

(*Guarav shuffles away awkwardly, noticing the tenseness in the air around Chance. Zey walk back over and plop zemself beside Six, affectionately patting her head.*)

Y'good, sunnies?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

yep. all good. as i can be right now, i mean.

[He leaned onto zem again, unconsciously wrapping his tail around zeir arm.]

[Chance was just waiting for the tea to be ready now. He glanced at the two, but looked away immediately.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Ah. Right.

(*Guarav pats his head again, for comfort.

...Then, her tail wraps around that arm.

....

Zey won't be making it out of this apartment alive.

Guarav considers signaling Chance for help, but it doesn't seem to like zem all too much. Backup is a no-go. Zey have to survive. By zemself.

...Zey decide to soak it up while zey can, and give Six a mini-hug, trying to cheer them up a little.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

heheh...

[Six seemed to be enjoying this a little too much, closing its eyes just to enjoy the touch. Seems like whatever temperature Guardie was, it was comforting.]

...uh. thanks. for coming. by the way. i appreciate it. like, a lot.

you're. uh. you're awesome, man.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Th.. Thanks, dude. And yer welcome.

(*Zey freeze in place, and try to stay still and Six melts into the hug.*)

W-want me ta like, put on a show 'r somethin?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

huh? uh, if you want?

[Chance came up to the couch and gave both of them two mugs of tea.]

[Six's tea was mixed with cold water, as he didn't like burning hot stuff.]

[Guardie's tea was... Average. Just tea. Chance didn't know what zey liked.]

[Both had a packet of honey in them.]

[Without a word, Chance went back to the counter, not bothering to pour himself anything.]

oh, sweet!

[Six pulled away a bit to get the mug, her tail still wrapped around Guarav's arm. She didn't seem to notice.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Thanks, man.

(*Guarav tris to meet Chance's eye, but fail to do so. Zey fiddle with zeir mug a little before taking a sip and getting out zeir computer to set up a show for them to watch.*)

Nostalgic, eh? Always feels like we's settin' up a show when onea our senses're fucked.

(*The Igneous incident. It need not be restated, for a it is never forgotten. Or something. Guarav doesn't know, zey never played any Zelda games.*)

Whaddaya thinkin, sunspot?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Chance glanced at Guardie briefly, but looked away. She figured she wasn't very wanted here.]

heheh, i guess.

[Six leaned back onto the couch cushions.]

man, fucking... igneous. wonder how she's doing. been a bit.

...huh? oh uh, the show? um. i don't really care. something simple. just to relax.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Yeah she's... well, her and Obsidian've been hashin' it out, I hear.

(*Zey tap zeir chin.. what to put on?*)

Hmm. Uh.. well, dere's this one show I's been meanin' ta watch, 'n its pretty light-hearted...

(*Welp. It's object show time.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

...huh.

[He moved a bit closer to zem again, taking a sip of his tea.]

yeah, sure. sounds good.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav freezes. God, this little pippins was going to kill zem. Zey press play. Time for some adorably juvenile dialogue and surprisingly quality animation, given the software used.*)

Aight. Cool.

(*And, series start!*)

[fancy-my-chances]

[Six tried its best to pay attention, but found itself drifting off a couple episodes in, leaning onto Guardie. He wasn't asleep yet, but he was pretty close to it. The sickness probably had a part to play in that.]

[Chance stayed silent for a while as the two started watching, just staring at a wall. After about five episods in, though, she glanced at Guardie.]

...so, uh. How'd you two meet?

[The question wasn't directed at any of them in particular, but the stare probably indicated it was talking to Guarav.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*...Maybe starting off with the fact that you both met because you had a thing for the same woman is a bad idea, since Chance already seems prickly. Don't do that.*)

Met thru a mutual pal, 'n started off kinda cold wit each otha. Mighta.. mostly been me, really. Guess dats on me. But den I got ta likin' 'im, and we's became fightin' buddies. Lil guy's definitely outta my weight class, but she's preddy scrappy in a pinch.

(*Without meaning to, Guarav fiddled with Six's tail, the one by zeir arm. Zey noticed after a moment, and froze.*)

Fella needs more support, too.

(*Zeir tone grows fonder, a smile in zeir eye.*)

Hope I can do dat alright.

[fancy-my-chances]

...right. Cool.

[She turned back to the wall.]

...glad at least someone is doing that, I guess.

[There was a small bitter undertone to her voice, but she seemed to be genuine besides that.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Mmm. Yeah.

(*Zey look at Chance a little puzzled. She seems.. upset? Jealous? Guarav doesn't actually get what's meant to be going on here. This is zeir crush's [polyamorous, which is important to note] partner. He has the upper hand. Why does it sound so sad?*)

...Bake wit em. Think he'd like it.

(*Zey turn back to the show, as to not do too much at once. Chance seems... flighty.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

...

[Chance seemed to think about it for a bit. It sighed.]

...I doubt it. He'd probably prefer to do it with someone like you.

[She turned away, but kept talking.]

Just... Be good to them, I guess. They seem to like you.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

...

(*Zey look to make sure Six is still mostly unconscious before starting to speak.*)

He's yer partner. Don't let 'im get away like dat. She.. she loves you. Das what partners do. We's just buddies. Youse gotta.. don't let 'em slip away outta y'own fear.

(*Zey glare a bit. More in admonition than in genuine malice or anger towards Chance themself.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

...

[Chance didn't reply. Her posture became even more strained.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav sighs and turns zeir attention back to Six.*)

..Just r'member that he's yer girlfriend, dude.

[fancy-my-chances]

...is he? I don't even know if that's true anymore. Everything's. So weird lately.

[She dug her fingers into her arm, sighing.]

Maybe it's better if I just. Don't talk to him. Safer for him. I don't know.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

...

(*Zey wave Chance over, gesturing to the spot beside Six.*)

C'mere. Sit wit her. Leavin' 'im behind ain't safer, dingus.

[fancy-my-chances]

I'm not- I'm...

[She shook her head.]

...you don't get it. I can't. Not anymore.

I'll just do it all over again. It's easier to just not do anything. Then I can't make it worse.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Then youse just lazy, den. Doin nuttin' is worse. Youse just lettin it fester..

(*Zey look over to Six. Zey shake zeir head sadly, and just focus back on the show.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

Like I said, you don't get it. At all.

[He leaned onto the counter.]

I want to do it. I just can't. It wouldn't be a good idea.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Zey look over from the show and glare at her.*)

..You gotta stop doin' that shit. Gettin' reallll annoyin, man. Quit. Just be there. 'Nuff said. And don't tell me what I's do and don't get, little buddy.

(*Guarav glances down to Six.*)

Now, if youse gonna be sittin' here, complainin' how yer too scared to be there for 'im, why don't youse shut da hell up? Or leave. Orrrr.. secret third ting, jus' sit ovah here wit him and watch dis show?

(*Zey're definitely frustrated with Chance, but there's a strange kindness to zeir words beneath the surface's roughness. A knowing sort.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

[He squinted at zem, then rolled his eyes.]

You just keep proving you don't get it. I came here before you, anyway. It's not like I abandoned him. I am here right now. I brought him things. If you're gonna talk about something you know nothing about, then maybe you should be the one to shut up.

[She turned back around. Her tone didn't sound as angry as you'd think. It was more hurt than anything.]

I'm trying. Don't tell me to leave.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

...Fine.

(*Zey've stopped trying to argue. A breath in, a breath out. Guarav sits and watches a show with zeir sleeping pal.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

[Six didn't seem like he was gonna wake up by himself for a while. Getting better did require a lot of rest, after all. He was probably out for at least a couple hours if someone didn't wake him up.]

[Chance probably wanted to do something. Sit next to him, maybe. Maybe cover him with a blanket. Maybe just leave him alone.]

[It was more of a one-on-one type of thing, though. Chance just wasn't needed anymore. Not as long as zey're here.]

[She was a little mad. Not too much, but just enough. It was more of a quiet frustration than anything. Frustration at someone she doesn't even know coming over and trying to teach her something without knowing anything about it. That's just rude at the very least.]

[It kind of wanted to break something. To scare zem off. To assert dominance. To be the most important again.]

[That'd be pointless, though. And kind of immature.]

[All that was left for her to do was just... Stare at a wall again. It's all she's good for, anyway.]

[Not like she was trying to do something nice for once. Not like she was trying to be better. Not like it got absolutely ruined.]

[ultim8-six-s-or]

Yo! M'here wit some sorbet. Y'gonna let me in, hot shot?

(*There's some knocking on the door. A familiar voice swathed in pink's behind it. You'll never guess who! Does Six answer the door?*)

(@no1-guardie-palsie)

[Six doesn't. The door is opened by someone else before he could stand up.]

[It was Chance. She didn't say anything, just nodded and moved out of the way so Guarav could come in. Seems like it's already been told about zem coming.]

yoooooooo, rava, what's upppp!!!

[Six was lying on the couch, lower half of him covered by a blanket. His shades were off, it probably wasn't very comfortable to lie down in those.]

[Next to the couch were a couple small bags, presumably the stuff that Chance brought.]

[He sat up, freeing up space for Guardie on the couch.]

[Chance was sitting on a chair nearby, looking away from the two.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav opens the door, toting a plastic bag of some mini-sorbet cups. Zey're wearing a casual outfit for zem, a pink tracksuit with a cute cropped top and the matching jacket wrapped around zeir waist. There are patches all along the pants, though. A sign of zeir typical flair.

Guardie walks over to the couch by Six.*)

Hey hey hey, sunnies!

(*Zey glance at Chance before moving to sit down with Six, and ruffle the top of their head as is tradition.*)

Nice pink, by da way.

(*Zeir focus immediately snaps back to Six, taking out some sorbet cups and plastic spoons for the both of them.*)

You more of a raspberry or a strawberry fella? Dere's a right answer, be warned.

(*There's a playful edge to zeir words, edged with concern. Six is sick, after all. Maybe zey should hold back on the teasing?*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Chance turned away further, pretending to not hear zem.]

[Six attempted to laugh, but was interrupted by his own coughing. Damn it.]

[He resorted to a whisper, still smiling.]

both are cool. uh. i guess raspberry? feeling kinda raspberry right now

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Good answer, sunspot.

(*Six gets the feeling that zey would have said that either way.

Guarav pats him on the back and pass over a raspberry sorbet with a plastic spoon.

Zey.. pretend not to notice Chance's indifference. Zey're frowning, though. Guarav wipes the frown off zeir face and turns to Six with a smile, and digs into some sorbet with zeir pal.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six put a spoonful in his mouth.]

[He was bouncing in place a little, partially to distract himself from his body hurting all over, partially because he was happy to see his friend.]

[Something hit Guardie on zeir leg. Then again. And again.]

[It was... A tail? Did Six always have a tail?]

[...either way, it was wagging.]

[...]

[Chance stood up and walked up to the kitchen counter. He opened a cabinet, looking for something.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

...Lil buddy?

(*Guarav reached out for the tail.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[The tail didn't stop wagging. Maybe even became a little faster.]

yeah?

[Six didn't seem to notice what his tail was doing. Or the tail itself, for that matter.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav ran a finger along the grooves of the poker chip at the tip of Six's tail.*)

Ya.. ya tail's waggin?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six twitched as the tail was touched.]

huh- what? i don't. have a...?

[She noticed the new appendage and grabbed it.]

...how long has that been there???

[As soon as she let it go, it went back to wagging, hitting Guardie again.]

oh, shoot- my bad.

[They grabbed the tail again and put it under themself to stop it from moving.]

Took you long enough to notice.

[Chance was still looking in the cabinet. From here, a tail not unlike Six's was visible.]

wh- did you give it to me??

What?? No. I just noticed it before you did. And also got one, I guess. It's weird.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav says nothing to Chance, and touches the tip of the tail again before pulling zeir hand back.*)

Neat. Wish I's had onea dose m'self. Make it easier ta draw fer longer.

...Kinda cute, too.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six giggled.]

pff, don't say that!! im like. cool and nonchalant and shit. not cute.

[Despite him saying that, the end of the tail started wagging again.]

[Chance finally took out a box from the cabinet. Then took the electric kettle from the counter and started filling it with water.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Oh, yeah, yer just soooooo nonchalant 'n shit, huh? Sureee.

(*Guarav pats Six on the head.*)

Super nonchalant.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six rolled its eyes, but didn't pull away. Instead he leaned onto Guardie's side, relaxing his whole body.]

you're lucky i like you, or i would've, uh..... destroyed you or something. i dunno.

[They coughed again.]

ugh.... fucking hell. this sucks. hate being sick.

[Chance was seemingly doing the rest of the steps needed to make tea.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav kept going with the affection, but pulled away after a moment.*)

Hol up, jus' gotta make sure youse got somethin fer tha tea.

(*Zey blow a kiss in a joking manner to Six and walk over to where Chance was making the tea.*)

Yo, does this lil shit have any honey? The fella don't stock up on much, I assumed. Got some honey packets for 'im if ya need.

(*Despite it absolutely being an insult, Guarav says "lil shit" with a considerable amount of fondness. Zey hold up a few packets of honey saved from a local diner.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

[Six looked a bit disappointed when Guarav stood up, but didn't say anything.]

[Chance froze for a moment, then reached out its hand to take the packets.]

Uh. Mhm.

[She gave a polite smile, even if it looked a bit strained.]

Probably better for a sore throat than just sugar, huh?

[He turned back around, his posture a bit more tense now.]

Thanks.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Yeah, no prob man. Jus' wanna make sure he gets better quicker. Also, it jus' helps wit throat pain. I mean, y'know dat. Uh. Yeah. Goin back now.

(*Guarav shuffles away awkwardly, noticing the tenseness in the air around Chance. Zey walk back over and plop zemself beside Six, affectionately patting her head.*)

Y'good, sunnies?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

yep. all good. as i can be right now, i mean.

[He leaned onto zem again, unconsciously wrapping his tail around zeir arm.]

[Chance was just waiting for the tea to be ready now. He glanced at the two, but looked away immediately.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Ah. Right.

(*Guarav pats his head again, for comfort.

...Then, her tail wraps around that arm.

....

Zey won't be making it out of this apartment alive.

Guarav considers signaling Chance for help, but it doesn't seem to like zem all too much. Backup is a no-go. Zey have to survive. By zemself.

...Zey decide to soak it up while zey can, and give Six a mini-hug, trying to cheer them up a little.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

heheh...

[Six seemed to be enjoying this a little too much, closing its eyes just to enjoy the touch. Seems like whatever temperature Guardie was, it was comforting.]

...uh. thanks. for coming. by the way. i appreciate it. like, a lot.

you're. uh. you're awesome, man.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Th.. Thanks, dude. And yer welcome.

(*Zey freeze in place, and try to stay still and Six melts into the hug.*)

W-want me ta like, put on a show 'r somethin?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

huh? uh, if you want?

[Chance came up to the couch and gave both of them two mugs of tea.]

[Six's tea was mixed with cold water, as he didn't like burning hot stuff.]

[Guardie's tea was... Average. Just tea. Chance didn't know what zey liked.]

[Both had a packet of honey in them.]

[Without a word, Chance went back to the counter, not bothering to pour himself anything.]

oh, sweet!

[Six pulled away a bit to get the mug, her tail still wrapped around Guarav's arm. She didn't seem to notice.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Thanks, man.

(*Guarav tris to meet Chance's eye, but fail to do so. Zey fiddle with zeir mug a little before taking a sip and getting out zeir computer to set up a show for them to watch.*)

Nostalgic, eh? Always feels like we's settin' up a show when onea our senses're fucked.

(*The Igneous incident. It need not be restated, for a it is never forgotten. Or something. Guarav doesn't know, zey never played any Zelda games.*)

Whaddaya thinkin, sunspot?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Chance glanced at Guardie briefly, but looked away. She figured she wasn't very wanted here.]

heheh, i guess.

[Six leaned back onto the couch cushions.]

man, fucking... igneous. wonder how she's doing. been a bit.

...huh? oh uh, the show? um. i don't really care. something simple. just to relax.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Yeah she's... well, her and Obsidian've been hashin' it out, I hear.

(*Zey tap zeir chin.. what to put on?*)

Hmm. Uh.. well, dere's this one show I's been meanin' ta watch, 'n its pretty light-hearted...

(*Welp. It's object show time.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

...huh.

[He moved a bit closer to zem again, taking a sip of his tea.]

yeah, sure. sounds good.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav freezes. God, this little pippins was going to kill zem. Zey press play. Time for some adorably juvenile dialogue and surprisingly quality animation, given the software used.*)

Aight. Cool.

(*And, series start!*)

[fancy-my-chances]

[Six tried its best to pay attention, but found itself drifting off a couple episodes in, leaning onto Guardie. He wasn't asleep yet, but he was pretty close to it. The sickness probably had a part to play in that.]

[Chance stayed silent for a while as the two started watching, just staring at a wall. After about five episods in, though, she glanced at Guardie.]

...so, uh. How'd you two meet?

[The question wasn't directed at any of them in particular, but the stare probably indicated it was talking to Guarav.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*...Maybe starting off with the fact that you both met because you had a thing for the same woman is a bad idea, since Chance already seems prickly. Don't do that.*)

Met thru a mutual pal, 'n started off kinda cold wit each otha. Mighta.. mostly been me, really. Guess dats on me. But den I got ta likin' 'im, and we's became fightin' buddies. Lil guy's definitely outta my weight class, but she's preddy scrappy in a pinch.

(*Without meaning to, Guarav fiddled with Six's tail, the one by zeir arm. Zey noticed after a moment, and froze.*)

Fella needs more support, too.

(*Zeir tone grows fonder, a smile in zeir eye.*)

Hope I can do dat alright.

[fancy-my-chances]

...right. Cool.

[She turned back to the wall.]

...glad at least someone is doing that, I guess.

[There was a small bitter undertone to her voice, but she seemed to be genuine besides that.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Mmm. Yeah.

(*Zey look at Chance a little puzzled. She seems.. upset? Jealous? Guarav doesn't actually get what's meant to be going on here. This is zeir crush's [polyamorous, which is important to note] partner. He has the upper hand. Why does it sound so sad?*)

...Bake wit em. Think he'd like it.

(*Zey turn back to the show, as to not do too much at once. Chance seems... flighty.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

...

[Chance seemed to think about it for a bit. It sighed.]

...I doubt it. He'd probably prefer to do it with someone like you.

[She turned away, but kept talking.]

Just... Be good to them, I guess. They seem to like you.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

...

(*Zey look to make sure Six is still mostly unconscious before starting to speak.*)

He's yer partner. Don't let 'im get away like dat. She.. she loves you. Das what partners do. We's just buddies. Youse gotta.. don't let 'em slip away outta y'own fear.

(*Zey glare a bit. More in admonition than in genuine malice or anger towards Chance themself.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

...

[Chance didn't reply. Her posture became even more strained.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav sighs and turns zeir attention back to Six.*)

..Just r'member that he's yer girlfriend, dude.

[fancy-my-chances]

...is he? I don't even know if that's true anymore. Everything's. So weird lately.

[She dug her fingers into her arm, sighing.]

Maybe it's better if I just. Don't talk to him. Safer for him. I don't know.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

...

(*Zey wave Chance over, gesturing to the spot beside Six.*)

C'mere. Sit wit her. Leavin' 'im behind ain't safer, dingus.

[fancy-my-chances]

I'm not- I'm...

[She shook her head.]

...you don't get it. I can't. Not anymore.

I'll just do it all over again. It's easier to just not do anything. Then I can't make it worse.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Then youse just lazy, den. Doin nuttin' is worse. Youse just lettin it fester..

(*Zey look over to Six. Zey shake zeir head sadly, and just focus back on the show.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

Like I said, you don't get it. At all.

[He leaned onto the counter.]

I want to do it. I just can't. It wouldn't be a good idea.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Zey look over from the show and glare at her.*)

..You gotta stop doin' that shit. Gettin' reallll annoyin, man. Quit. Just be there. 'Nuff said. And don't tell me what I's do and don't get, little buddy.

(*Guarav glances down to Six.*)

Now, if youse gonna be sittin' here, complainin' how yer too scared to be there for 'im, why don't youse shut da hell up? Or leave. Orrrr.. secret third ting, jus' sit ovah here wit him and watch dis show?

(*Zey're definitely frustrated with Chance, but there's a strange kindness to zeir words beneath the surface's roughness. A knowing sort.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

[He squinted at zem, then rolled his eyes.]

You just keep proving you don't get it. I came here before you, anyway. It's not like I abandoned him. I am here right now. I brought him things. If you're gonna talk about something you know nothing about, then maybe you should be the one to shut up.

[She turned back around. Her tone didn't sound as angry as you'd think. It was more hurt than anything.]

I'm trying. Don't tell me to leave.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

Yo! M'here wit some sorbet. Y'gonna let me in, hot shot?

(*There's some knocking on the door. A familiar voice swathed in pink's behind it. You'll never guess who! Does Six answer the door?*)

(@no1-guardie-palsie)

[Six doesn't. The door is opened by someone else before he could stand up.]

[It was Chance. She didn't say anything, just nodded and moved out of the way so Guarav could come in. Seems like it's already been told about zem coming.]

yoooooooo, rava, what's upppp!!!

[Six was lying on the couch, lower half of him covered by a blanket. His shades were off, it probably wasn't very comfortable to lie down in those.]

[Next to the couch were a couple small bags, presumably the stuff that Chance brought.]

[He sat up, freeing up space for Guardie on the couch.]

[Chance was sitting on a chair nearby, looking away from the two.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav opens the door, toting a plastic bag of some mini-sorbet cups. Zey're wearing a casual outfit for zem, a pink tracksuit with a cute cropped top and the matching jacket wrapped around zeir waist. There are patches all along the pants, though. A sign of zeir typical flair.

Guardie walks over to the couch by Six.*)

Hey hey hey, sunnies!

(*Zey glance at Chance before moving to sit down with Six, and ruffle the top of their head as is tradition.*)

Nice pink, by da way.

(*Zeir focus immediately snaps back to Six, taking out some sorbet cups and plastic spoons for the both of them.*)

You more of a raspberry or a strawberry fella? Dere's a right answer, be warned.

(*There's a playful edge to zeir words, edged with concern. Six is sick, after all. Maybe zey should hold back on the teasing?*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Chance turned away further, pretending to not hear zem.]

[Six attempted to laugh, but was interrupted by his own coughing. Damn it.]

[He resorted to a whisper, still smiling.]

both are cool. uh. i guess raspberry? feeling kinda raspberry right now

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Good answer, sunspot.

(*Six gets the feeling that zey would have said that either way.

Guarav pats him on the back and pass over a raspberry sorbet with a plastic spoon.

Zey.. pretend not to notice Chance's indifference. Zey're frowning, though. Guarav wipes the frown off zeir face and turns to Six with a smile, and digs into some sorbet with zeir pal.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six put a spoonful in his mouth.]

[He was bouncing in place a little, partially to distract himself from his body hurting all over, partially because he was happy to see his friend.]

[Something hit Guardie on zeir leg. Then again. And again.]

[It was... A tail? Did Six always have a tail?]

[...either way, it was wagging.]

[...]

[Chance stood up and walked up to the kitchen counter. He opened a cabinet, looking for something.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

...Lil buddy?

(*Guarav reached out for the tail.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[The tail didn't stop wagging. Maybe even became a little faster.]

yeah?

[Six didn't seem to notice what his tail was doing. Or the tail itself, for that matter.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav ran a finger along the grooves of the poker chip at the tip of Six's tail.*)

Ya.. ya tail's waggin?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six twitched as the tail was touched.]

huh- what? i don't. have a...?

[She noticed the new appendage and grabbed it.]

...how long has that been there???

[As soon as she let it go, it went back to wagging, hitting Guardie again.]

oh, shoot- my bad.

[They grabbed the tail again and put it under themself to stop it from moving.]

Took you long enough to notice.

[Chance was still looking in the cabinet. From here, a tail not unlike Six's was visible.]

wh- did you give it to me??

What?? No. I just noticed it before you did. And also got one, I guess. It's weird.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav says nothing to Chance, and touches the tip of the tail again before pulling zeir hand back.*)

Neat. Wish I's had onea dose m'self. Make it easier ta draw fer longer.

...Kinda cute, too.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six giggled.]

pff, don't say that!! im like. cool and nonchalant and shit. not cute.

[Despite him saying that, the end of the tail started wagging again.]

[Chance finally took out a box from the cabinet. Then took the electric kettle from the counter and started filling it with water.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Oh, yeah, yer just soooooo nonchalant 'n shit, huh? Sureee.

(*Guarav pats Six on the head.*)

Super nonchalant.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six rolled its eyes, but didn't pull away. Instead he leaned onto Guardie's side, relaxing his whole body.]

you're lucky i like you, or i would've, uh..... destroyed you or something. i dunno.

[They coughed again.]

ugh.... fucking hell. this sucks. hate being sick.

[Chance was seemingly doing the rest of the steps needed to make tea.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav kept going with the affection, but pulled away after a moment.*)

Hol up, jus' gotta make sure youse got somethin fer tha tea.

(*Zey blow a kiss in a joking manner to Six and walk over to where Chance was making the tea.*)

Yo, does this lil shit have any honey? The fella don't stock up on much, I assumed. Got some honey packets for 'im if ya need.

(*Despite it absolutely being an insult, Guarav says "lil shit" with a considerable amount of fondness. Zey hold up a few packets of honey saved from a local diner.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

[Six looked a bit disappointed when Guarav stood up, but didn't say anything.]

[Chance froze for a moment, then reached out its hand to take the packets.]

Uh. Mhm.

[She gave a polite smile, even if it looked a bit strained.]

Probably better for a sore throat than just sugar, huh?

[He turned back around, his posture a bit more tense now.]

Thanks.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Yeah, no prob man. Jus' wanna make sure he gets better quicker. Also, it jus' helps wit throat pain. I mean, y'know dat. Uh. Yeah. Goin back now.

(*Guarav shuffles away awkwardly, noticing the tenseness in the air around Chance. Zey walk back over and plop zemself beside Six, affectionately patting her head.*)

Y'good, sunnies?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

yep. all good. as i can be right now, i mean.

[He leaned onto zem again, unconsciously wrapping his tail around zeir arm.]

[Chance was just waiting for the tea to be ready now. He glanced at the two, but looked away immediately.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Ah. Right.

(*Guarav pats his head again, for comfort.

...Then, her tail wraps around that arm.

....

Zey won't be making it out of this apartment alive.

Guarav considers signaling Chance for help, but it doesn't seem to like zem all too much. Backup is a no-go. Zey have to survive. By zemself.

...Zey decide to soak it up while zey can, and give Six a mini-hug, trying to cheer them up a little.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

heheh...

[Six seemed to be enjoying this a little too much, closing its eyes just to enjoy the touch. Seems like whatever temperature Guardie was, it was comforting.]

...uh. thanks. for coming. by the way. i appreciate it. like, a lot.

you're. uh. you're awesome, man.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Th.. Thanks, dude. And yer welcome.

(*Zey freeze in place, and try to stay still and Six melts into the hug.*)

W-want me ta like, put on a show 'r somethin?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

huh? uh, if you want?

[Chance came up to the couch and gave both of them two mugs of tea.]

[Six's tea was mixed with cold water, as he didn't like burning hot stuff.]

[Guardie's tea was... Average. Just tea. Chance didn't know what zey liked.]

[Both had a packet of honey in them.]

[Without a word, Chance went back to the counter, not bothering to pour himself anything.]

oh, sweet!

[Six pulled away a bit to get the mug, her tail still wrapped around Guarav's arm. She didn't seem to notice.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Thanks, man.

(*Guarav tris to meet Chance's eye, but fail to do so. Zey fiddle with zeir mug a little before taking a sip and getting out zeir computer to set up a show for them to watch.*)

Nostalgic, eh? Always feels like we's settin' up a show when onea our senses're fucked.

(*The Igneous incident. It need not be restated, for a it is never forgotten. Or something. Guarav doesn't know, zey never played any Zelda games.*)

Whaddaya thinkin, sunspot?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Chance glanced at Guardie briefly, but looked away. She figured she wasn't very wanted here.]

heheh, i guess.

[Six leaned back onto the couch cushions.]

man, fucking... igneous. wonder how she's doing. been a bit.

...huh? oh uh, the show? um. i don't really care. something simple. just to relax.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Yeah she's... well, her and Obsidian've been hashin' it out, I hear.

(*Zey tap zeir chin.. what to put on?*)

Hmm. Uh.. well, dere's this one show I's been meanin' ta watch, 'n its pretty light-hearted...

(*Welp. It's object show time.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

...huh.

[He moved a bit closer to zem again, taking a sip of his tea.]

yeah, sure. sounds good.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav freezes. God, this little pippins was going to kill zem. Zey press play. Time for some adorably juvenile dialogue and surprisingly quality animation, given the software used.*)

Aight. Cool.

(*And, series start!*)

[fancy-my-chances]

[Six tried its best to pay attention, but found itself drifting off a couple episodes in, leaning onto Guardie. He wasn't asleep yet, but he was pretty close to it. The sickness probably had a part to play in that.]

[Chance stayed silent for a while as the two started watching, just staring at a wall. After about five episods in, though, she glanced at Guardie.]

...so, uh. How'd you two meet?

[The question wasn't directed at any of them in particular, but the stare probably indicated it was talking to Guarav.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*...Maybe starting off with the fact that you both met because you had a thing for the same woman is a bad idea, since Chance already seems prickly. Don't do that.*)

Met thru a mutual pal, 'n started off kinda cold wit each otha. Mighta.. mostly been me, really. Guess dats on me. But den I got ta likin' 'im, and we's became fightin' buddies. Lil guy's definitely outta my weight class, but she's preddy scrappy in a pinch.

(*Without meaning to, Guarav fiddled with Six's tail, the one by zeir arm. Zey noticed after a moment, and froze.*)

Fella needs more support, too.

(*Zeir tone grows fonder, a smile in zeir eye.*)

Hope I can do dat alright.

[fancy-my-chances]

...right. Cool.

[She turned back to the wall.]

...glad at least someone is doing that, I guess.

[There was a small bitter undertone to her voice, but she seemed to be genuine besides that.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Mmm. Yeah.

(*Zey look at Chance a little puzzled. She seems.. upset? Jealous? Guarav doesn't actually get what's meant to be going on here. This is zeir crush's [polyamorous, which is important to note] partner. He has the upper hand. Why does it sound so sad?*)

...Bake wit em. Think he'd like it.

(*Zey turn back to the show, as to not do too much at once. Chance seems... flighty.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

...

[Chance seemed to think about it for a bit. It sighed.]

...I doubt it. He'd probably prefer to do it with someone like you.

[She turned away, but kept talking.]

Just... Be good to them, I guess. They seem to like you.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

...

(*Zey look to make sure Six is still mostly unconscious before starting to speak.*)

He's yer partner. Don't let 'im get away like dat. She.. she loves you. Das what partners do. We's just buddies. Youse gotta.. don't let 'em slip away outta y'own fear.

(*Zey glare a bit. More in admonition than in genuine malice or anger towards Chance themself.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

...

[Chance didn't reply. Her posture became even more strained.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav sighs and turns zeir attention back to Six.*)

..Just r'member that he's yer girlfriend, dude.

[fancy-my-chances]

...is he? I don't even know if that's true anymore. Everything's. So weird lately.

[She dug her fingers into her arm, sighing.]

Maybe it's better if I just. Don't talk to him. Safer for him. I don't know.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

...

(*Zey wave Chance over, gesturing to the spot beside Six.*)

C'mere. Sit wit her. Leavin' 'im behind ain't safer, dingus.

[fancy-my-chances]

I'm not- I'm...

[She shook her head.]

...you don't get it. I can't. Not anymore.

I'll just do it all over again. It's easier to just not do anything. Then I can't make it worse.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Then youse just lazy, den. Doin nuttin' is worse. Youse just lettin it fester..

(*Zey look over to Six. Zey shake zeir head sadly, and just focus back on the show.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

Like I said, you don't get it. At all.

[He leaned onto the counter.]

I want to do it. I just can't. It wouldn't be a good idea.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

Yo! M'here wit some sorbet. Y'gonna let me in, hot shot?

(*There's some knocking on the door. A familiar voice swathed in pink's behind it. You'll never guess who! Does Six answer the door?*)

(@no1-guardie-palsie)

[Six doesn't. The door is opened by someone else before he could stand up.]

[It was Chance. She didn't say anything, just nodded and moved out of the way so Guarav could come in. Seems like it's already been told about zem coming.]

yoooooooo, rava, what's upppp!!!

[Six was lying on the couch, lower half of him covered by a blanket. His shades were off, it probably wasn't very comfortable to lie down in those.]

[Next to the couch were a couple small bags, presumably the stuff that Chance brought.]

[He sat up, freeing up space for Guardie on the couch.]

[Chance was sitting on a chair nearby, looking away from the two.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav opens the door, toting a plastic bag of some mini-sorbet cups. Zey're wearing a casual outfit for zem, a pink tracksuit with a cute cropped top and the matching jacket wrapped around zeir waist. There are patches all along the pants, though. A sign of zeir typical flair.

Guardie walks over to the couch by Six.*)

Hey hey hey, sunnies!

(*Zey glance at Chance before moving to sit down with Six, and ruffle the top of their head as is tradition.*)

Nice pink, by da way.

(*Zeir focus immediately snaps back to Six, taking out some sorbet cups and plastic spoons for the both of them.*)

You more of a raspberry or a strawberry fella? Dere's a right answer, be warned.

(*There's a playful edge to zeir words, edged with concern. Six is sick, after all. Maybe zey should hold back on the teasing?*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Chance turned away further, pretending to not hear zem.]

[Six attempted to laugh, but was interrupted by his own coughing. Damn it.]

[He resorted to a whisper, still smiling.]

both are cool. uh. i guess raspberry? feeling kinda raspberry right now

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Good answer, sunspot.

(*Six gets the feeling that zey would have said that either way.

Guarav pats him on the back and pass over a raspberry sorbet with a plastic spoon.

Zey.. pretend not to notice Chance's indifference. Zey're frowning, though. Guarav wipes the frown off zeir face and turns to Six with a smile, and digs into some sorbet with zeir pal.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six put a spoonful in his mouth.]

[He was bouncing in place a little, partially to distract himself from his body hurting all over, partially because he was happy to see his friend.]

[Something hit Guardie on zeir leg. Then again. And again.]

[It was... A tail? Did Six always have a tail?]

[...either way, it was wagging.]

[...]

[Chance stood up and walked up to the kitchen counter. He opened a cabinet, looking for something.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

...Lil buddy?

(*Guarav reached out for the tail.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[The tail didn't stop wagging. Maybe even became a little faster.]

yeah?

[Six didn't seem to notice what his tail was doing. Or the tail itself, for that matter.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav ran a finger along the grooves of the poker chip at the tip of Six's tail.*)

Ya.. ya tail's waggin?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six twitched as the tail was touched.]

huh- what? i don't. have a...?

[She noticed the new appendage and grabbed it.]

...how long has that been there???

[As soon as she let it go, it went back to wagging, hitting Guardie again.]

oh, shoot- my bad.

[They grabbed the tail again and put it under themself to stop it from moving.]

Took you long enough to notice.

[Chance was still looking in the cabinet. From here, a tail not unlike Six's was visible.]

wh- did you give it to me??

What?? No. I just noticed it before you did. And also got one, I guess. It's weird.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav says nothing to Chance, and touches the tip of the tail again before pulling zeir hand back.*)

Neat. Wish I's had onea dose m'self. Make it easier ta draw fer longer.

...Kinda cute, too.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six giggled.]

pff, don't say that!! im like. cool and nonchalant and shit. not cute.

[Despite him saying that, the end of the tail started wagging again.]

[Chance finally took out a box from the cabinet. Then took the electric kettle from the counter and started filling it with water.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Oh, yeah, yer just soooooo nonchalant 'n shit, huh? Sureee.

(*Guarav pats Six on the head.*)

Super nonchalant.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six rolled its eyes, but didn't pull away. Instead he leaned onto Guardie's side, relaxing his whole body.]

you're lucky i like you, or i would've, uh..... destroyed you or something. i dunno.

[They coughed again.]

ugh.... fucking hell. this sucks. hate being sick.

[Chance was seemingly doing the rest of the steps needed to make tea.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav kept going with the affection, but pulled away after a moment.*)

Hol up, jus' gotta make sure youse got somethin fer tha tea.

(*Zey blow a kiss in a joking manner to Six and walk over to where Chance was making the tea.*)

Yo, does this lil shit have any honey? The fella don't stock up on much, I assumed. Got some honey packets for 'im if ya need.

(*Despite it absolutely being an insult, Guarav says "lil shit" with a considerable amount of fondness. Zey hold up a few packets of honey saved from a local diner.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

[Six looked a bit disappointed when Guarav stood up, but didn't say anything.]

[Chance froze for a moment, then reached out its hand to take the packets.]

Uh. Mhm.

[She gave a polite smile, even if it looked a bit strained.]

Probably better for a sore throat than just sugar, huh?

[He turned back around, his posture a bit more tense now.]

Thanks.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Yeah, no prob man. Jus' wanna make sure he gets better quicker. Also, it jus' helps wit throat pain. I mean, y'know dat. Uh. Yeah. Goin back now.

(*Guarav shuffles away awkwardly, noticing the tenseness in the air around Chance. Zey walk back over and plop zemself beside Six, affectionately patting her head.*)

Y'good, sunnies?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

yep. all good. as i can be right now, i mean.

[He leaned onto zem again, unconsciously wrapping his tail around zeir arm.]

[Chance was just waiting for the tea to be ready now. He glanced at the two, but looked away immediately.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Ah. Right.

(*Guarav pats his head again, for comfort.

...Then, her tail wraps around that arm.

....

Zey won't be making it out of this apartment alive.

Guarav considers signaling Chance for help, but it doesn't seem to like zem all too much. Backup is a no-go. Zey have to survive. By zemself.

...Zey decide to soak it up while zey can, and give Six a mini-hug, trying to cheer them up a little.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

heheh...

[Six seemed to be enjoying this a little too much, closing its eyes just to enjoy the touch. Seems like whatever temperature Guardie was, it was comforting.]

...uh. thanks. for coming. by the way. i appreciate it. like, a lot.

you're. uh. you're awesome, man.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Th.. Thanks, dude. And yer welcome.

(*Zey freeze in place, and try to stay still and Six melts into the hug.*)

W-want me ta like, put on a show 'r somethin?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

huh? uh, if you want?

[Chance came up to the couch and gave both of them two mugs of tea.]

[Six's tea was mixed with cold water, as he didn't like burning hot stuff.]

[Guardie's tea was... Average. Just tea. Chance didn't know what zey liked.]

[Both had a packet of honey in them.]

[Without a word, Chance went back to the counter, not bothering to pour himself anything.]

oh, sweet!

[Six pulled away a bit to get the mug, her tail still wrapped around Guarav's arm. She didn't seem to notice.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Thanks, man.

(*Guarav tris to meet Chance's eye, but fail to do so. Zey fiddle with zeir mug a little before taking a sip and getting out zeir computer to set up a show for them to watch.*)

Nostalgic, eh? Always feels like we's settin' up a show when onea our senses're fucked.

(*The Igneous incident. It need not be restated, for a it is never forgotten. Or something. Guarav doesn't know, zey never played any Zelda games.*)

Whaddaya thinkin, sunspot?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Chance glanced at Guardie briefly, but looked away. She figured she wasn't very wanted here.]

heheh, i guess.

[Six leaned back onto the couch cushions.]

man, fucking... igneous. wonder how she's doing. been a bit.

...huh? oh uh, the show? um. i don't really care. something simple. just to relax.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Yeah she's... well, her and Obsidian've been hashin' it out, I hear.

(*Zey tap zeir chin.. what to put on?*)

Hmm. Uh.. well, dere's this one show I's been meanin' ta watch, 'n its pretty light-hearted...

(*Welp. It's object show time.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

...huh.

[He moved a bit closer to zem again, taking a sip of his tea.]

yeah, sure. sounds good.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav freezes. God, this little pippins was going to kill zem. Zey press play. Time for some adorably juvenile dialogue and surprisingly quality animation, given the software used.*)

Aight. Cool.

(*And, series start!*)

[fancy-my-chances]

[Six tried its best to pay attention, but found itself drifting off a couple episodes in, leaning onto Guardie. He wasn't asleep yet, but he was pretty close to it. The sickness probably had a part to play in that.]

[Chance stayed silent for a while as the two started watching, just staring at a wall. After about five episods in, though, she glanced at Guardie.]

...so, uh. How'd you two meet?

[The question wasn't directed at any of them in particular, but the stare probably indicated it was talking to Guarav.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*...Maybe starting off with the fact that you both met because you had a thing for the same woman is a bad idea, since Chance already seems prickly. Don't do that.*)

Met thru a mutual pal, 'n started off kinda cold wit each otha. Mighta.. mostly been me, really. Guess dats on me. But den I got ta likin' 'im, and we's became fightin' buddies. Lil guy's definitely outta my weight class, but she's preddy scrappy in a pinch.

(*Without meaning to, Guarav fiddled with Six's tail, the one by zeir arm. Zey noticed after a moment, and froze.*)

Fella needs more support, too.

(*Zeir tone grows fonder, a smile in zeir eye.*)

Hope I can do dat alright.

[fancy-my-chances]

...right. Cool.

[She turned back to the wall.]

...glad at least someone is doing that, I guess.

[There was a small bitter undertone to her voice, but she seemed to be genuine besides that.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Mmm. Yeah.

(*Zey look at Chance a little puzzled. She seems.. upset? Jealous? Guarav doesn't actually get what's meant to be going on here. This is zeir crush's [polyamorous, which is important to note] partner. He has the upper hand. Why does it sound so sad?*)

...Bake wit em. Think he'd like it.

(*Zey turn back to the show, as to not do too much at once. Chance seems... flighty.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

...

[Chance seemed to think about it for a bit. It sighed.]

...I doubt it. He'd probably prefer to do it with someone like you.

[She turned away, but kept talking.]

Just... Be good to them, I guess. They seem to like you.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

...

(*Zey look to make sure Six is still mostly unconscious before starting to speak.*)

He's yer partner. Don't let 'im get away like dat. She.. she loves you. Das what partners do. We's just buddies. Youse gotta.. don't let 'em slip away outta y'own fear.

(*Zey glare a bit. More in admonition than in genuine malice or anger towards Chance themself.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

...

[Chance didn't reply. Her posture became even more strained.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav sighs and turns zeir attention back to Six.*)

..Just r'member that he's yer girlfriend, dude.

[fancy-my-chances]

...is he? I don't even know if that's true anymore. Everything's. So weird lately.

[She dug her fingers into her arm, sighing.]

Maybe it's better if I just. Don't talk to him. Safer for him. I don't know.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

...

(*Zey wave Chance over, gesturing to the spot beside Six.*)

C'mere. Sit wit her. Leavin' 'im behind ain't safer, dingus.

[fancy-my-chances]

I'm not- I'm...

[She shook her head.]

...you don't get it. I can't. Not anymore.

I'll just do it all over again. It's easier to just not do anything. Then I can't make it worse.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

Yo! M'here wit some sorbet. Y'gonna let me in, hot shot?

(*There's some knocking on the door. A familiar voice swathed in pink's behind it. You'll never guess who! Does Six answer the door?*)

(@no1-guardie-palsie)

[Six doesn't. The door is opened by someone else before he could stand up.]

[It was Chance. She didn't say anything, just nodded and moved out of the way so Guarav could come in. Seems like it's already been told about zem coming.]

yoooooooo, rava, what's upppp!!!

[Six was lying on the couch, lower half of him covered by a blanket. His shades were off, it probably wasn't very comfortable to lie down in those.]

[Next to the couch were a couple small bags, presumably the stuff that Chance brought.]

[He sat up, freeing up space for Guardie on the couch.]

[Chance was sitting on a chair nearby, looking away from the two.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav opens the door, toting a plastic bag of some mini-sorbet cups. Zey're wearing a casual outfit for zem, a pink tracksuit with a cute cropped top and the matching jacket wrapped around zeir waist. There are patches all along the pants, though. A sign of zeir typical flair.

Guardie walks over to the couch by Six.*)

Hey hey hey, sunnies!

(*Zey glance at Chance before moving to sit down with Six, and ruffle the top of their head as is tradition.*)

Nice pink, by da way.

(*Zeir focus immediately snaps back to Six, taking out some sorbet cups and plastic spoons for the both of them.*)

You more of a raspberry or a strawberry fella? Dere's a right answer, be warned.

(*There's a playful edge to zeir words, edged with concern. Six is sick, after all. Maybe zey should hold back on the teasing?*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Chance turned away further, pretending to not hear zem.]

[Six attempted to laugh, but was interrupted by his own coughing. Damn it.]

[He resorted to a whisper, still smiling.]

both are cool. uh. i guess raspberry? feeling kinda raspberry right now

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Good answer, sunspot.

(*Six gets the feeling that zey would have said that either way.

Guarav pats him on the back and pass over a raspberry sorbet with a plastic spoon.

Zey.. pretend not to notice Chance's indifference. Zey're frowning, though. Guarav wipes the frown off zeir face and turns to Six with a smile, and digs into some sorbet with zeir pal.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six put a spoonful in his mouth.]

[He was bouncing in place a little, partially to distract himself from his body hurting all over, partially because he was happy to see his friend.]

[Something hit Guardie on zeir leg. Then again. And again.]

[It was... A tail? Did Six always have a tail?]

[...either way, it was wagging.]

[...]

[Chance stood up and walked up to the kitchen counter. He opened a cabinet, looking for something.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

...Lil buddy?

(*Guarav reached out for the tail.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[The tail didn't stop wagging. Maybe even became a little faster.]

yeah?

[Six didn't seem to notice what his tail was doing. Or the tail itself, for that matter.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav ran a finger along the grooves of the poker chip at the tip of Six's tail.*)

Ya.. ya tail's waggin?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six twitched as the tail was touched.]

huh- what? i don't. have a...?

[She noticed the new appendage and grabbed it.]

...how long has that been there???

[As soon as she let it go, it went back to wagging, hitting Guardie again.]

oh, shoot- my bad.

[They grabbed the tail again and put it under themself to stop it from moving.]

Took you long enough to notice.

[Chance was still looking in the cabinet. From here, a tail not unlike Six's was visible.]

wh- did you give it to me??

What?? No. I just noticed it before you did. And also got one, I guess. It's weird.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav says nothing to Chance, and touches the tip of the tail again before pulling zeir hand back.*)

Neat. Wish I's had onea dose m'self. Make it easier ta draw fer longer.

...Kinda cute, too.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six giggled.]

pff, don't say that!! im like. cool and nonchalant and shit. not cute.

[Despite him saying that, the end of the tail started wagging again.]

[Chance finally took out a box from the cabinet. Then took the electric kettle from the counter and started filling it with water.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Oh, yeah, yer just soooooo nonchalant 'n shit, huh? Sureee.

(*Guarav pats Six on the head.*)

Super nonchalant.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six rolled its eyes, but didn't pull away. Instead he leaned onto Guardie's side, relaxing his whole body.]

you're lucky i like you, or i would've, uh..... destroyed you or something. i dunno.

[They coughed again.]

ugh.... fucking hell. this sucks. hate being sick.

[Chance was seemingly doing the rest of the steps needed to make tea.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav kept going with the affection, but pulled away after a moment.*)

Hol up, jus' gotta make sure youse got somethin fer tha tea.

(*Zey blow a kiss in a joking manner to Six and walk over to where Chance was making the tea.*)

Yo, does this lil shit have any honey? The fella don't stock up on much, I assumed. Got some honey packets for 'im if ya need.

(*Despite it absolutely being an insult, Guarav says "lil shit" with a considerable amount of fondness. Zey hold up a few packets of honey saved from a local diner.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

[Six looked a bit disappointed when Guarav stood up, but didn't say anything.]

[Chance froze for a moment, then reached out its hand to take the packets.]

Uh. Mhm.

[She gave a polite smile, even if it looked a bit strained.]

Probably better for a sore throat than just sugar, huh?

[He turned back around, his posture a bit more tense now.]

Thanks.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Yeah, no prob man. Jus' wanna make sure he gets better quicker. Also, it jus' helps wit throat pain. I mean, y'know dat. Uh. Yeah. Goin back now.

(*Guarav shuffles away awkwardly, noticing the tenseness in the air around Chance. Zey walk back over and plop zemself beside Six, affectionately patting her head.*)

Y'good, sunnies?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

yep. all good. as i can be right now, i mean.

[He leaned onto zem again, unconsciously wrapping his tail around zeir arm.]

[Chance was just waiting for the tea to be ready now. He glanced at the two, but looked away immediately.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Ah. Right.

(*Guarav pats his head again, for comfort.

...Then, her tail wraps around that arm.

....

Zey won't be making it out of this apartment alive.

Guarav considers signaling Chance for help, but it doesn't seem to like zem all too much. Backup is a no-go. Zey have to survive. By zemself.

...Zey decide to soak it up while zey can, and give Six a mini-hug, trying to cheer them up a little.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

heheh...

[Six seemed to be enjoying this a little too much, closing its eyes just to enjoy the touch. Seems like whatever temperature Guardie was, it was comforting.]

...uh. thanks. for coming. by the way. i appreciate it. like, a lot.

you're. uh. you're awesome, man.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Th.. Thanks, dude. And yer welcome.

(*Zey freeze in place, and try to stay still and Six melts into the hug.*)

W-want me ta like, put on a show 'r somethin?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

huh? uh, if you want?

[Chance came up to the couch and gave both of them two mugs of tea.]

[Six's tea was mixed with cold water, as he didn't like burning hot stuff.]

[Guardie's tea was... Average. Just tea. Chance didn't know what zey liked.]

[Both had a packet of honey in them.]

[Without a word, Chance went back to the counter, not bothering to pour himself anything.]

oh, sweet!

[Six pulled away a bit to get the mug, her tail still wrapped around Guarav's arm. She didn't seem to notice.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Thanks, man.

(*Guarav tris to meet Chance's eye, but fail to do so. Zey fiddle with zeir mug a little before taking a sip and getting out zeir computer to set up a show for them to watch.*)

Nostalgic, eh? Always feels like we's settin' up a show when onea our senses're fucked.

(*The Igneous incident. It need not be restated, for a it is never forgotten. Or something. Guarav doesn't know, zey never played any Zelda games.*)

Whaddaya thinkin, sunspot?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Chance glanced at Guardie briefly, but looked away. She figured she wasn't very wanted here.]

heheh, i guess.

[Six leaned back onto the couch cushions.]

man, fucking... igneous. wonder how she's doing. been a bit.

...huh? oh uh, the show? um. i don't really care. something simple. just to relax.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Yeah she's... well, her and Obsidian've been hashin' it out, I hear.

(*Zey tap zeir chin.. what to put on?*)

Hmm. Uh.. well, dere's this one show I's been meanin' ta watch, 'n its pretty light-hearted...

(*Welp. It's object show time.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

...huh.

[He moved a bit closer to zem again, taking a sip of his tea.]

yeah, sure. sounds good.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav freezes. God, this little pippins was going to kill zem. Zey press play. Time for some adorably juvenile dialogue and surprisingly quality animation, given the software used.*)

Aight. Cool.

(*And, series start!*)

[fancy-my-chances]

[Six tried its best to pay attention, but found itself drifting off a couple episodes in, leaning onto Guardie. He wasn't asleep yet, but he was pretty close to it. The sickness probably had a part to play in that.]

[Chance stayed silent for a while as the two started watching, just staring at a wall. After about five episods in, though, she glanced at Guardie.]

...so, uh. How'd you two meet?

[The question wasn't directed at any of them in particular, but the stare probably indicated it was talking to Guarav.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*...Maybe starting off with the fact that you both met because you had a thing for the same woman is a bad idea, since Chance already seems prickly. Don't do that.*)

Met thru a mutual pal, 'n started off kinda cold wit each otha. Mighta.. mostly been me, really. Guess dats on me. But den I got ta likin' 'im, and we's became fightin' buddies. Lil guy's definitely outta my weight class, but she's preddy scrappy in a pinch.

(*Without meaning to, Guarav fiddled with Six's tail, the one by zeir arm. Zey noticed after a moment, and froze.*)

Fella needs more support, too.

(*Zeir tone grows fonder, a smile in zeir eye.*)

Hope I can do dat alright.

[fancy-my-chances]

...right. Cool.

[She turned back to the wall.]

...glad at least someone is doing that, I guess.

[There was a small bitter undertone to her voice, but she seemed to be genuine besides that.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Mmm. Yeah.

(*Zey look at Chance a little puzzled. She seems.. upset? Jealous? Guarav doesn't actually get what's meant to be going on here. This is zeir crush's [polyamorous, which is important to note] partner. He has the upper hand. Why does it sound so sad?*)

...Bake wit em. Think he'd like it.

(*Zey turn back to the show, as to not do too much at once. Chance seems... flighty.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

...

[Chance seemed to think about it for a bit. It sighed.]

...I doubt it. He'd probably prefer to do it with someone like you.

[She turned away, but kept talking.]

Just... Be good to them, I guess. They seem to like you.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

...

(*Zey look to make sure Six is still mostly unconscious before starting to speak.*)

He's yer partner. Don't let 'im get away like dat. She.. she loves you. Das what partners do. We's just buddies. Youse gotta.. don't let 'em slip away outta y'own fear.

(*Zey glare a bit. More in admonition than in genuine malice or anger towards Chance themself.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

...

[Chance didn't reply. Her posture became even more strained.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav sighs and turns zeir attention back to Six.*)

..Just r'member that he's yer girlfriend, dude.

[fancy-my-chances]

...is he? I don't even know if that's true anymore. Everything's. So weird lately.

[She dug her fingers into her arm, sighing.]

Maybe it's better if I just. Don't talk to him. Safer for him. I don't know.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

Yo! M'here wit some sorbet. Y'gonna let me in, hot shot?

(*There's some knocking on the door. A familiar voice swathed in pink's behind it. You'll never guess who! Does Six answer the door?*)

(@no1-guardie-palsie)

[Six doesn't. The door is opened by someone else before he could stand up.]

[It was Chance. She didn't say anything, just nodded and moved out of the way so Guarav could come in. Seems like it's already been told about zem coming.]

yoooooooo, rava, what's upppp!!!

[Six was lying on the couch, lower half of him covered by a blanket. His shades were off, it probably wasn't very comfortable to lie down in those.]

[Next to the couch were a couple small bags, presumably the stuff that Chance brought.]

[He sat up, freeing up space for Guardie on the couch.]

[Chance was sitting on a chair nearby, looking away from the two.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav opens the door, toting a plastic bag of some mini-sorbet cups. Zey're wearing a casual outfit for zem, a pink tracksuit with a cute cropped top and the matching jacket wrapped around zeir waist. There are patches all along the pants, though. A sign of zeir typical flair.

Guardie walks over to the couch by Six.*)

Hey hey hey, sunnies!

(*Zey glance at Chance before moving to sit down with Six, and ruffle the top of their head as is tradition.*)

Nice pink, by da way.

(*Zeir focus immediately snaps back to Six, taking out some sorbet cups and plastic spoons for the both of them.*)

You more of a raspberry or a strawberry fella? Dere's a right answer, be warned.

(*There's a playful edge to zeir words, edged with concern. Six is sick, after all. Maybe zey should hold back on the teasing?*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Chance turned away further, pretending to not hear zem.]

[Six attempted to laugh, but was interrupted by his own coughing. Damn it.]

[He resorted to a whisper, still smiling.]

both are cool. uh. i guess raspberry? feeling kinda raspberry right now

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Good answer, sunspot.

(*Six gets the feeling that zey would have said that either way.

Guarav pats him on the back and pass over a raspberry sorbet with a plastic spoon.

Zey.. pretend not to notice Chance's indifference. Zey're frowning, though. Guarav wipes the frown off zeir face and turns to Six with a smile, and digs into some sorbet with zeir pal.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six put a spoonful in his mouth.]

[He was bouncing in place a little, partially to distract himself from his body hurting all over, partially because he was happy to see his friend.]

[Something hit Guardie on zeir leg. Then again. And again.]

[It was... A tail? Did Six always have a tail?]

[...either way, it was wagging.]

[...]

[Chance stood up and walked up to the kitchen counter. He opened a cabinet, looking for something.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

...Lil buddy?

(*Guarav reached out for the tail.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[The tail didn't stop wagging. Maybe even became a little faster.]

yeah?

[Six didn't seem to notice what his tail was doing. Or the tail itself, for that matter.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav ran a finger along the grooves of the poker chip at the tip of Six's tail.*)

Ya.. ya tail's waggin?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six twitched as the tail was touched.]

huh- what? i don't. have a...?

[She noticed the new appendage and grabbed it.]

...how long has that been there???

[As soon as she let it go, it went back to wagging, hitting Guardie again.]

oh, shoot- my bad.

[They grabbed the tail again and put it under themself to stop it from moving.]

Took you long enough to notice.

[Chance was still looking in the cabinet. From here, a tail not unlike Six's was visible.]

wh- did you give it to me??

What?? No. I just noticed it before you did. And also got one, I guess. It's weird.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav says nothing to Chance, and touches the tip of the tail again before pulling zeir hand back.*)

Neat. Wish I's had onea dose m'self. Make it easier ta draw fer longer.

...Kinda cute, too.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six giggled.]

pff, don't say that!! im like. cool and nonchalant and shit. not cute.

[Despite him saying that, the end of the tail started wagging again.]

[Chance finally took out a box from the cabinet. Then took the electric kettle from the counter and started filling it with water.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Oh, yeah, yer just soooooo nonchalant 'n shit, huh? Sureee.

(*Guarav pats Six on the head.*)

Super nonchalant.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six rolled its eyes, but didn't pull away. Instead he leaned onto Guardie's side, relaxing his whole body.]

you're lucky i like you, or i would've, uh..... destroyed you or something. i dunno.

[They coughed again.]

ugh.... fucking hell. this sucks. hate being sick.

[Chance was seemingly doing the rest of the steps needed to make tea.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav kept going with the affection, but pulled away after a moment.*)

Hol up, jus' gotta make sure youse got somethin fer tha tea.

(*Zey blow a kiss in a joking manner to Six and walk over to where Chance was making the tea.*)

Yo, does this lil shit have any honey? The fella don't stock up on much, I assumed. Got some honey packets for 'im if ya need.

(*Despite it absolutely being an insult, Guarav says "lil shit" with a considerable amount of fondness. Zey hold up a few packets of honey saved from a local diner.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

[Six looked a bit disappointed when Guarav stood up, but didn't say anything.]

[Chance froze for a moment, then reached out its hand to take the packets.]

Uh. Mhm.

[She gave a polite smile, even if it looked a bit strained.]

Probably better for a sore throat than just sugar, huh?

[He turned back around, his posture a bit more tense now.]

Thanks.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Yeah, no prob man. Jus' wanna make sure he gets better quicker. Also, it jus' helps wit throat pain. I mean, y'know dat. Uh. Yeah. Goin back now.

(*Guarav shuffles away awkwardly, noticing the tenseness in the air around Chance. Zey walk back over and plop zemself beside Six, affectionately patting her head.*)

Y'good, sunnies?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

yep. all good. as i can be right now, i mean.

[He leaned onto zem again, unconsciously wrapping his tail around zeir arm.]

[Chance was just waiting for the tea to be ready now. He glanced at the two, but looked away immediately.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Ah. Right.

(*Guarav pats his head again, for comfort.

...Then, her tail wraps around that arm.

....

Zey won't be making it out of this apartment alive.

Guarav considers signaling Chance for help, but it doesn't seem to like zem all too much. Backup is a no-go. Zey have to survive. By zemself.

...Zey decide to soak it up while zey can, and give Six a mini-hug, trying to cheer them up a little.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

heheh...

[Six seemed to be enjoying this a little too much, closing its eyes just to enjoy the touch. Seems like whatever temperature Guardie was, it was comforting.]

...uh. thanks. for coming. by the way. i appreciate it. like, a lot.

you're. uh. you're awesome, man.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Th.. Thanks, dude. And yer welcome.

(*Zey freeze in place, and try to stay still and Six melts into the hug.*)

W-want me ta like, put on a show 'r somethin?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

huh? uh, if you want?

[Chance came up to the couch and gave both of them two mugs of tea.]

[Six's tea was mixed with cold water, as he didn't like burning hot stuff.]

[Guardie's tea was... Average. Just tea. Chance didn't know what zey liked.]

[Both had a packet of honey in them.]

[Without a word, Chance went back to the counter, not bothering to pour himself anything.]

oh, sweet!

[Six pulled away a bit to get the mug, her tail still wrapped around Guarav's arm. She didn't seem to notice.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Thanks, man.

(*Guarav tris to meet Chance's eye, but fail to do so. Zey fiddle with zeir mug a little before taking a sip and getting out zeir computer to set up a show for them to watch.*)

Nostalgic, eh? Always feels like we's settin' up a show when onea our senses're fucked.

(*The Igneous incident. It need not be restated, for a it is never forgotten. Or something. Guarav doesn't know, zey never played any Zelda games.*)

Whaddaya thinkin, sunspot?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Chance glanced at Guardie briefly, but looked away. She figured she wasn't very wanted here.]

heheh, i guess.

[Six leaned back onto the couch cushions.]

man, fucking... igneous. wonder how she's doing. been a bit.

...huh? oh uh, the show? um. i don't really care. something simple. just to relax.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Yeah she's... well, her and Obsidian've been hashin' it out, I hear.

(*Zey tap zeir chin.. what to put on?*)

Hmm. Uh.. well, dere's this one show I's been meanin' ta watch, 'n its pretty light-hearted...

(*Welp. It's object show time.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

...huh.

[He moved a bit closer to zem again, taking a sip of his tea.]

yeah, sure. sounds good.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav freezes. God, this little pippins was going to kill zem. Zey press play. Time for some adorably juvenile dialogue and surprisingly quality animation, given the software used.*)

Aight. Cool.

(*And, series start!*)

[fancy-my-chances]

[Six tried its best to pay attention, but found itself drifting off a couple episodes in, leaning onto Guardie. He wasn't asleep yet, but he was pretty close to it. The sickness probably had a part to play in that.]

[Chance stayed silent for a while as the two started watching, just staring at a wall. After about five episods in, though, she glanced at Guardie.]

...so, uh. How'd you two meet?

[The question wasn't directed at any of them in particular, but the stare probably indicated it was talking to Guarav.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*...Maybe starting off with the fact that you both met because you had a thing for the same woman is a bad idea, since Chance already seems prickly. Don't do that.*)

Met thru a mutual pal, 'n started off kinda cold wit each otha. Mighta.. mostly been me, really. Guess dats on me. But den I got ta likin' 'im, and we's became fightin' buddies. Lil guy's definitely outta my weight class, but she's preddy scrappy in a pinch.

(*Without meaning to, Guarav fiddled with Six's tail, the one by zeir arm. Zey noticed after a moment, and froze.*)

Fella needs more support, too.

(*Zeir tone grows fonder, a smile in zeir eye.*)

Hope I can do dat alright.

[fancy-my-chances]

...right. Cool.

[She turned back to the wall.]

...glad at least someone is doing that, I guess.

[There was a small bitter undertone to her voice, but she seemed to be genuine besides that.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Mmm. Yeah.

(*Zey look at Chance a little puzzled. She seems.. upset? Jealous? Guarav doesn't actually get what's meant to be going on here. This is zeir crush's [polyamorous, which is important to note] partner. He has the upper hand. Why does it sound so sad?*)

...Bake wit em. Think he'd like it.

(*Zey turn back to the show, as to not do too much at once. Chance seems... flighty.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

...

[Chance seemed to think about it for a bit. It sighed.]

...I doubt it. He'd probably prefer to do it with someone like you.

[She turned away, but kept talking.]

Just... Be good to them, I guess. They seem to like you.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

...

(*Zey look to make sure Six is still mostly unconscious before starting to speak.*)

He's yer partner. Don't let 'im get away like dat. She.. she loves you. Das what partners do. We's just buddies. Youse gotta.. don't let 'em slip away outta y'own fear.

(*Zey glare a bit. More in admonition than in genuine malice or anger towards Chance themself.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

...

[Chance didn't reply. Her posture became even more strained.]

[ultim8-six-s-or]

Yo! M'here wit some sorbet. Y'gonna let me in, hot shot?

(*There's some knocking on the door. A familiar voice swathed in pink's behind it. You'll never guess who! Does Six answer the door?*)

(@no1-guardie-palsie)

[Six doesn't. The door is opened by someone else before he could stand up.]

[It was Chance. She didn't say anything, just nodded and moved out of the way so Guarav could come in. Seems like it's already been told about zem coming.]

yoooooooo, rava, what's upppp!!!

[Six was lying on the couch, lower half of him covered by a blanket. His shades were off, it probably wasn't very comfortable to lie down in those.]

[Next to the couch were a couple small bags, presumably the stuff that Chance brought.]

[He sat up, freeing up space for Guardie on the couch.]

[Chance was sitting on a chair nearby, looking away from the two.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav opens the door, toting a plastic bag of some mini-sorbet cups. Zey're wearing a casual outfit for zem, a pink tracksuit with a cute cropped top and the matching jacket wrapped around zeir waist. There are patches all along the pants, though. A sign of zeir typical flair.

Guardie walks over to the couch by Six.*)

Hey hey hey, sunnies!

(*Zey glance at Chance before moving to sit down with Six, and ruffle the top of their head as is tradition.*)

Nice pink, by da way.

(*Zeir focus immediately snaps back to Six, taking out some sorbet cups and plastic spoons for the both of them.*)

You more of a raspberry or a strawberry fella? Dere's a right answer, be warned.

(*There's a playful edge to zeir words, edged with concern. Six is sick, after all. Maybe zey should hold back on the teasing?*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Chance turned away further, pretending to not hear zem.]

[Six attempted to laugh, but was interrupted by his own coughing. Damn it.]

[He resorted to a whisper, still smiling.]

both are cool. uh. i guess raspberry? feeling kinda raspberry right now

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Good answer, sunspot.

(*Six gets the feeling that zey would have said that either way.

Guarav pats him on the back and pass over a raspberry sorbet with a plastic spoon.

Zey.. pretend not to notice Chance's indifference. Zey're frowning, though. Guarav wipes the frown off zeir face and turns to Six with a smile, and digs into some sorbet with zeir pal.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six put a spoonful in his mouth.]

[He was bouncing in place a little, partially to distract himself from his body hurting all over, partially because he was happy to see his friend.]

[Something hit Guardie on zeir leg. Then again. And again.]

[It was... A tail? Did Six always have a tail?]

[...either way, it was wagging.]

[...]

[Chance stood up and walked up to the kitchen counter. He opened a cabinet, looking for something.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

...Lil buddy?

(*Guarav reached out for the tail.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[The tail didn't stop wagging. Maybe even became a little faster.]

yeah?

[Six didn't seem to notice what his tail was doing. Or the tail itself, for that matter.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav ran a finger along the grooves of the poker chip at the tip of Six's tail.*)

Ya.. ya tail's waggin?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six twitched as the tail was touched.]

huh- what? i don't. have a...?

[She noticed the new appendage and grabbed it.]

...how long has that been there???

[As soon as she let it go, it went back to wagging, hitting Guardie again.]

oh, shoot- my bad.

[They grabbed the tail again and put it under themself to stop it from moving.]

Took you long enough to notice.

[Chance was still looking in the cabinet. From here, a tail not unlike Six's was visible.]

wh- did you give it to me??

What?? No. I just noticed it before you did. And also got one, I guess. It's weird.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav says nothing to Chance, and touches the tip of the tail again before pulling zeir hand back.*)

Neat. Wish I's had onea dose m'self. Make it easier ta draw fer longer.

...Kinda cute, too.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six giggled.]

pff, don't say that!! im like. cool and nonchalant and shit. not cute.

[Despite him saying that, the end of the tail started wagging again.]

[Chance finally took out a box from the cabinet. Then took the electric kettle from the counter and started filling it with water.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Oh, yeah, yer just soooooo nonchalant 'n shit, huh? Sureee.

(*Guarav pats Six on the head.*)

Super nonchalant.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six rolled its eyes, but didn't pull away. Instead he leaned onto Guardie's side, relaxing his whole body.]

you're lucky i like you, or i would've, uh..... destroyed you or something. i dunno.

[They coughed again.]

ugh.... fucking hell. this sucks. hate being sick.

[Chance was seemingly doing the rest of the steps needed to make tea.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav kept going with the affection, but pulled away after a moment.*)

Hol up, jus' gotta make sure youse got somethin fer tha tea.

(*Zey blow a kiss in a joking manner to Six and walk over to where Chance was making the tea.*)

Yo, does this lil shit have any honey? The fella don't stock up on much, I assumed. Got some honey packets for 'im if ya need.

(*Despite it absolutely being an insult, Guarav says "lil shit" with a considerable amount of fondness. Zey hold up a few packets of honey saved from a local diner.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

[Six looked a bit disappointed when Guarav stood up, but didn't say anything.]

[Chance froze for a moment, then reached out its hand to take the packets.]

Uh. Mhm.

[She gave a polite smile, even if it looked a bit strained.]

Probably better for a sore throat than just sugar, huh?

[He turned back around, his posture a bit more tense now.]

Thanks.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Yeah, no prob man. Jus' wanna make sure he gets better quicker. Also, it jus' helps wit throat pain. I mean, y'know dat. Uh. Yeah. Goin back now.

(*Guarav shuffles away awkwardly, noticing the tenseness in the air around Chance. Zey walk back over and plop zemself beside Six, affectionately patting her head.*)

Y'good, sunnies?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

yep. all good. as i can be right now, i mean.

[He leaned onto zem again, unconsciously wrapping his tail around zeir arm.]

[Chance was just waiting for the tea to be ready now. He glanced at the two, but looked away immediately.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Ah. Right.

(*Guarav pats his head again, for comfort.

...Then, her tail wraps around that arm.

....

Zey won't be making it out of this apartment alive.

Guarav considers signaling Chance for help, but it doesn't seem to like zem all too much. Backup is a no-go. Zey have to survive. By zemself.

...Zey decide to soak it up while zey can, and give Six a mini-hug, trying to cheer them up a little.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

heheh...

[Six seemed to be enjoying this a little too much, closing its eyes just to enjoy the touch. Seems like whatever temperature Guardie was, it was comforting.]

...uh. thanks. for coming. by the way. i appreciate it. like, a lot.

you're. uh. you're awesome, man.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Th.. Thanks, dude. And yer welcome.

(*Zey freeze in place, and try to stay still and Six melts into the hug.*)

W-want me ta like, put on a show 'r somethin?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

huh? uh, if you want?

[Chance came up to the couch and gave both of them two mugs of tea.]

[Six's tea was mixed with cold water, as he didn't like burning hot stuff.]

[Guardie's tea was... Average. Just tea. Chance didn't know what zey liked.]

[Both had a packet of honey in them.]

[Without a word, Chance went back to the counter, not bothering to pour himself anything.]

oh, sweet!

[Six pulled away a bit to get the mug, her tail still wrapped around Guarav's arm. She didn't seem to notice.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Thanks, man.

(*Guarav tris to meet Chance's eye, but fail to do so. Zey fiddle with zeir mug a little before taking a sip and getting out zeir computer to set up a show for them to watch.*)

Nostalgic, eh? Always feels like we's settin' up a show when onea our senses're fucked.

(*The Igneous incident. It need not be restated, for a it is never forgotten. Or something. Guarav doesn't know, zey never played any Zelda games.*)

Whaddaya thinkin, sunspot?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Chance glanced at Guardie briefly, but looked away. She figured she wasn't very wanted here.]

heheh, i guess.

[Six leaned back onto the couch cushions.]

man, fucking... igneous. wonder how she's doing. been a bit.

...huh? oh uh, the show? um. i don't really care. something simple. just to relax.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Yeah she's... well, her and Obsidian've been hashin' it out, I hear.

(*Zey tap zeir chin.. what to put on?*)

Hmm. Uh.. well, dere's this one show I's been meanin' ta watch, 'n its pretty light-hearted...

(*Welp. It's object show time.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

...huh.

[He moved a bit closer to zem again, taking a sip of his tea.]

yeah, sure. sounds good.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav freezes. God, this little pippins was going to kill zem. Zey press play. Time for some adorably juvenile dialogue and surprisingly quality animation, given the software used.*)

Aight. Cool.

(*And, series start!*)

[fancy-my-chances]

[Six tried its best to pay attention, but found itself drifting off a couple episodes in, leaning onto Guardie. He wasn't asleep yet, but he was pretty close to it. The sickness probably had a part to play in that.]

[Chance stayed silent for a while as the two started watching, just staring at a wall. After about five episods in, though, she glanced at Guardie.]

...so, uh. How'd you two meet?

[The question wasn't directed at any of them in particular, but the stare probably indicated it was talking to Guarav.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*...Maybe starting off with the fact that you both met because you had a thing for the same woman is a bad idea, since Chance already seems prickly. Don't do that.*)

Met thru a mutual pal, 'n started off kinda cold wit each otha. Mighta.. mostly been me, really. Guess dats on me. But den I got ta likin' 'im, and we's became fightin' buddies. Lil guy's definitely outta my weight class, but she's preddy scrappy in a pinch.

(*Without meaning to, Guarav fiddled with Six's tail, the one by zeir arm. Zey noticed after a moment, and froze.*)

Fella needs more support, too.

(*Zeir tone grows fonder, a smile in zeir eye.*)

Hope I can do dat alright.

[fancy-my-chances]

...right. Cool.

[She turned back to the wall.]

...glad at least someone is doing that, I guess.

[There was a small bitter undertone to her voice, but she seemed to be genuine besides that.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Mmm. Yeah.

(*Zey look at Chance a little puzzled. She seems.. upset? Jealous? Guarav doesn't actually get what's meant to be going on here. This is zeir crush's [polyamorous, which is important to note] partner. He has the upper hand. Why does it sound so sad?*)

...Bake wit em. Think he'd like it.

(*Zey turn back to the show, as to not do too much at once. Chance seems... flighty.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

...

[Chance seemed to think about it for a bit. It sighed.]

...I doubt it. He'd probably prefer to do it with someone like you.

[She turned away, but kept talking.]

Just... Be good to them, I guess. They seem to like you.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

Yo! M'here wit some sorbet. Y'gonna let me in, hot shot?

(*There's some knocking on the door. A familiar voice swathed in pink's behind it. You'll never guess who! Does Six answer the door?*)

(@no1-guardie-palsie)

[Six doesn't. The door is opened by someone else before he could stand up.]

[It was Chance. She didn't say anything, just nodded and moved out of the way so Guarav could come in. Seems like it's already been told about zem coming.]

yoooooooo, rava, what's upppp!!!

[Six was lying on the couch, lower half of him covered by a blanket. His shades were off, it probably wasn't very comfortable to lie down in those.]

[Next to the couch were a couple small bags, presumably the stuff that Chance brought.]

[He sat up, freeing up space for Guardie on the couch.]

[Chance was sitting on a chair nearby, looking away from the two.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav opens the door, toting a plastic bag of some mini-sorbet cups. Zey're wearing a casual outfit for zem, a pink tracksuit with a cute cropped top and the matching jacket wrapped around zeir waist. There are patches all along the pants, though. A sign of zeir typical flair.

Guardie walks over to the couch by Six.*)

Hey hey hey, sunnies!

(*Zey glance at Chance before moving to sit down with Six, and ruffle the top of their head as is tradition.*)

Nice pink, by da way.

(*Zeir focus immediately snaps back to Six, taking out some sorbet cups and plastic spoons for the both of them.*)

You more of a raspberry or a strawberry fella? Dere's a right answer, be warned.

(*There's a playful edge to zeir words, edged with concern. Six is sick, after all. Maybe zey should hold back on the teasing?*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Chance turned away further, pretending to not hear zem.]

[Six attempted to laugh, but was interrupted by his own coughing. Damn it.]

[He resorted to a whisper, still smiling.]

both are cool. uh. i guess raspberry? feeling kinda raspberry right now

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Good answer, sunspot.

(*Six gets the feeling that zey would have said that either way.

Guarav pats him on the back and pass over a raspberry sorbet with a plastic spoon.

Zey.. pretend not to notice Chance's indifference. Zey're frowning, though. Guarav wipes the frown off zeir face and turns to Six with a smile, and digs into some sorbet with zeir pal.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six put a spoonful in his mouth.]

[He was bouncing in place a little, partially to distract himself from his body hurting all over, partially because he was happy to see his friend.]

[Something hit Guardie on zeir leg. Then again. And again.]

[It was... A tail? Did Six always have a tail?]

[...either way, it was wagging.]

[...]

[Chance stood up and walked up to the kitchen counter. He opened a cabinet, looking for something.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

...Lil buddy?

(*Guarav reached out for the tail.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[The tail didn't stop wagging. Maybe even became a little faster.]

yeah?

[Six didn't seem to notice what his tail was doing. Or the tail itself, for that matter.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav ran a finger along the grooves of the poker chip at the tip of Six's tail.*)

Ya.. ya tail's waggin?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six twitched as the tail was touched.]

huh- what? i don't. have a...?

[She noticed the new appendage and grabbed it.]

...how long has that been there???

[As soon as she let it go, it went back to wagging, hitting Guardie again.]

oh, shoot- my bad.

[They grabbed the tail again and put it under themself to stop it from moving.]

Took you long enough to notice.

[Chance was still looking in the cabinet. From here, a tail not unlike Six's was visible.]

wh- did you give it to me??

What?? No. I just noticed it before you did. And also got one, I guess. It's weird.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav says nothing to Chance, and touches the tip of the tail again before pulling zeir hand back.*)

Neat. Wish I's had onea dose m'self. Make it easier ta draw fer longer.

...Kinda cute, too.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six giggled.]

pff, don't say that!! im like. cool and nonchalant and shit. not cute.

[Despite him saying that, the end of the tail started wagging again.]

[Chance finally took out a box from the cabinet. Then took the electric kettle from the counter and started filling it with water.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Oh, yeah, yer just soooooo nonchalant 'n shit, huh? Sureee.

(*Guarav pats Six on the head.*)

Super nonchalant.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six rolled its eyes, but didn't pull away. Instead he leaned onto Guardie's side, relaxing his whole body.]

you're lucky i like you, or i would've, uh..... destroyed you or something. i dunno.

[They coughed again.]

ugh.... fucking hell. this sucks. hate being sick.

[Chance was seemingly doing the rest of the steps needed to make tea.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav kept going with the affection, but pulled away after a moment.*)

Hol up, jus' gotta make sure youse got somethin fer tha tea.

(*Zey blow a kiss in a joking manner to Six and walk over to where Chance was making the tea.*)

Yo, does this lil shit have any honey? The fella don't stock up on much, I assumed. Got some honey packets for 'im if ya need.

(*Despite it absolutely being an insult, Guarav says "lil shit" with a considerable amount of fondness. Zey hold up a few packets of honey saved from a local diner.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

[Six looked a bit disappointed when Guarav stood up, but didn't say anything.]

[Chance froze for a moment, then reached out its hand to take the packets.]

Uh. Mhm.

[She gave a polite smile, even if it looked a bit strained.]

Probably better for a sore throat than just sugar, huh?

[He turned back around, his posture a bit more tense now.]

Thanks.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Yeah, no prob man. Jus' wanna make sure he gets better quicker. Also, it jus' helps wit throat pain. I mean, y'know dat. Uh. Yeah. Goin back now.

(*Guarav shuffles away awkwardly, noticing the tenseness in the air around Chance. Zey walk back over and plop zemself beside Six, affectionately patting her head.*)

Y'good, sunnies?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

yep. all good. as i can be right now, i mean.

[He leaned onto zem again, unconsciously wrapping his tail around zeir arm.]

[Chance was just waiting for the tea to be ready now. He glanced at the two, but looked away immediately.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Ah. Right.

(*Guarav pats his head again, for comfort.

...Then, her tail wraps around that arm.

....

Zey won't be making it out of this apartment alive.

Guarav considers signaling Chance for help, but it doesn't seem to like zem all too much. Backup is a no-go. Zey have to survive. By zemself.

...Zey decide to soak it up while zey can, and give Six a mini-hug, trying to cheer them up a little.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

heheh...

[Six seemed to be enjoying this a little too much, closing its eyes just to enjoy the touch. Seems like whatever temperature Guardie was, it was comforting.]

...uh. thanks. for coming. by the way. i appreciate it. like, a lot.

you're. uh. you're awesome, man.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Th.. Thanks, dude. And yer welcome.

(*Zey freeze in place, and try to stay still and Six melts into the hug.*)

W-want me ta like, put on a show 'r somethin?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

huh? uh, if you want?

[Chance came up to the couch and gave both of them two mugs of tea.]

[Six's tea was mixed with cold water, as he didn't like burning hot stuff.]

[Guardie's tea was... Average. Just tea. Chance didn't know what zey liked.]

[Both had a packet of honey in them.]

[Without a word, Chance went back to the counter, not bothering to pour himself anything.]

oh, sweet!

[Six pulled away a bit to get the mug, her tail still wrapped around Guarav's arm. She didn't seem to notice.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Thanks, man.

(*Guarav tris to meet Chance's eye, but fail to do so. Zey fiddle with zeir mug a little before taking a sip and getting out zeir computer to set up a show for them to watch.*)

Nostalgic, eh? Always feels like we's settin' up a show when onea our senses're fucked.

(*The Igneous incident. It need not be restated, for a it is never forgotten. Or something. Guarav doesn't know, zey never played any Zelda games.*)

Whaddaya thinkin, sunspot?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Chance glanced at Guardie briefly, but looked away. She figured she wasn't very wanted here.]

heheh, i guess.

[Six leaned back onto the couch cushions.]

man, fucking... igneous. wonder how she's doing. been a bit.

...huh? oh uh, the show? um. i don't really care. something simple. just to relax.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Yeah she's... well, her and Obsidian've been hashin' it out, I hear.

(*Zey tap zeir chin.. what to put on?*)

Hmm. Uh.. well, dere's this one show I's been meanin' ta watch, 'n its pretty light-hearted...

(*Welp. It's object show time.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

...huh.

[He moved a bit closer to zem again, taking a sip of his tea.]

yeah, sure. sounds good.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav freezes. God, this little pippins was going to kill zem. Zey press play. Time for some adorably juvenile dialogue and surprisingly quality animation, given the software used.*)

Aight. Cool.

(*And, series start!*)

[fancy-my-chances]

[Six tried its best to pay attention, but found itself drifting off a couple episodes in, leaning onto Guardie. He wasn't asleep yet, but he was pretty close to it. The sickness probably had a part to play in that.]

[Chance stayed silent for a while as the two started watching, just staring at a wall. After about five episods in, though, she glanced at Guardie.]

...so, uh. How'd you two meet?

[The question wasn't directed at any of them in particular, but the stare probably indicated it was talking to Guarav.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*...Maybe starting off with the fact that you both met because you had a thing for the same woman is a bad idea, since Chance already seems prickly. Don't do that.*)

Met thru a mutual pal, 'n started off kinda cold wit each otha. Mighta.. mostly been me, really. Guess dats on me. But den I got ta likin' 'im, and we's became fightin' buddies. Lil guy's definitely outta my weight class, but she's preddy scrappy in a pinch.

(*Without meaning to, Guarav fiddled with Six's tail, the one by zeir arm. Zey noticed after a moment, and froze.*)

Fella needs more support, too.

(*Zeir tone grows fonder, a smile in zeir eye.*)

Hope I can do dat alright.

[fancy-my-chances]

...right. Cool.

[She turned back to the wall.]

...glad at least someone is doing that, I guess.

[There was a small bitter undertone to her voice, but she seemed to be genuine besides that.]

[ultim8-six-s-or]

Yo! M'here wit some sorbet. Y'gonna let me in, hot shot?

(*There's some knocking on the door. A familiar voice swathed in pink's behind it. You'll never guess who! Does Six answer the door?*)

(@no1-guardie-palsie)

[Six doesn't. The door is opened by someone else before he could stand up.]

[It was Chance. She didn't say anything, just nodded and moved out of the way so Guarav could come in. Seems like it's already been told about zem coming.]

yoooooooo, rava, what's upppp!!!

[Six was lying on the couch, lower half of him covered by a blanket. His shades were off, it probably wasn't very comfortable to lie down in those.]

[Next to the couch were a couple small bags, presumably the stuff that Chance brought.]

[He sat up, freeing up space for Guardie on the couch.]

[Chance was sitting on a chair nearby, looking away from the two.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav opens the door, toting a plastic bag of some mini-sorbet cups. Zey're wearing a casual outfit for zem, a pink tracksuit with a cute cropped top and the matching jacket wrapped around zeir waist. There are patches all along the pants, though. A sign of zeir typical flair.

Guardie walks over to the couch by Six.*)

Hey hey hey, sunnies!

(*Zey glance at Chance before moving to sit down with Six, and ruffle the top of their head as is tradition.*)

Nice pink, by da way.

(*Zeir focus immediately snaps back to Six, taking out some sorbet cups and plastic spoons for the both of them.*)

You more of a raspberry or a strawberry fella? Dere's a right answer, be warned.

(*There's a playful edge to zeir words, edged with concern. Six is sick, after all. Maybe zey should hold back on the teasing?*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Chance turned away further, pretending to not hear zem.]

[Six attempted to laugh, but was interrupted by his own coughing. Damn it.]

[He resorted to a whisper, still smiling.]

both are cool. uh. i guess raspberry? feeling kinda raspberry right now

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Good answer, sunspot.

(*Six gets the feeling that zey would have said that either way.

Guarav pats him on the back and pass over a raspberry sorbet with a plastic spoon.

Zey.. pretend not to notice Chance's indifference. Zey're frowning, though. Guarav wipes the frown off zeir face and turns to Six with a smile, and digs into some sorbet with zeir pal.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six put a spoonful in his mouth.]

[He was bouncing in place a little, partially to distract himself from his body hurting all over, partially because he was happy to see his friend.]

[Something hit Guardie on zeir leg. Then again. And again.]

[It was... A tail? Did Six always have a tail?]

[...either way, it was wagging.]

[...]

[Chance stood up and walked up to the kitchen counter. He opened a cabinet, looking for something.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

...Lil buddy?

(*Guarav reached out for the tail.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[The tail didn't stop wagging. Maybe even became a little faster.]

yeah?

[Six didn't seem to notice what his tail was doing. Or the tail itself, for that matter.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav ran a finger along the grooves of the poker chip at the tip of Six's tail.*)

Ya.. ya tail's waggin?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six twitched as the tail was touched.]

huh- what? i don't. have a...?

[She noticed the new appendage and grabbed it.]

...how long has that been there???

[As soon as she let it go, it went back to wagging, hitting Guardie again.]

oh, shoot- my bad.

[They grabbed the tail again and put it under themself to stop it from moving.]

Took you long enough to notice.

[Chance was still looking in the cabinet. From here, a tail not unlike Six's was visible.]

wh- did you give it to me??

What?? No. I just noticed it before you did. And also got one, I guess. It's weird.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav says nothing to Chance, and touches the tip of the tail again before pulling zeir hand back.*)

Neat. Wish I's had onea dose m'self. Make it easier ta draw fer longer.

...Kinda cute, too.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six giggled.]

pff, don't say that!! im like. cool and nonchalant and shit. not cute.

[Despite him saying that, the end of the tail started wagging again.]

[Chance finally took out a box from the cabinet. Then took the electric kettle from the counter and started filling it with water.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Oh, yeah, yer just soooooo nonchalant 'n shit, huh? Sureee.

(*Guarav pats Six on the head.*)

Super nonchalant.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six rolled its eyes, but didn't pull away. Instead he leaned onto Guardie's side, relaxing his whole body.]

you're lucky i like you, or i would've, uh..... destroyed you or something. i dunno.

[They coughed again.]

ugh.... fucking hell. this sucks. hate being sick.

[Chance was seemingly doing the rest of the steps needed to make tea.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav kept going with the affection, but pulled away after a moment.*)

Hol up, jus' gotta make sure youse got somethin fer tha tea.

(*Zey blow a kiss in a joking manner to Six and walk over to where Chance was making the tea.*)

Yo, does this lil shit have any honey? The fella don't stock up on much, I assumed. Got some honey packets for 'im if ya need.

(*Despite it absolutely being an insult, Guarav says "lil shit" with a considerable amount of fondness. Zey hold up a few packets of honey saved from a local diner.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

[Six looked a bit disappointed when Guarav stood up, but didn't say anything.]

[Chance froze for a moment, then reached out its hand to take the packets.]

Uh. Mhm.

[She gave a polite smile, even if it looked a bit strained.]

Probably better for a sore throat than just sugar, huh?

[He turned back around, his posture a bit more tense now.]

Thanks.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Yeah, no prob man. Jus' wanna make sure he gets better quicker. Also, it jus' helps wit throat pain. I mean, y'know dat. Uh. Yeah. Goin back now.

(*Guarav shuffles away awkwardly, noticing the tenseness in the air around Chance. Zey walk back over and plop zemself beside Six, affectionately patting her head.*)

Y'good, sunnies?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

yep. all good. as i can be right now, i mean.

[He leaned onto zem again, unconsciously wrapping his tail around zeir arm.]

[Chance was just waiting for the tea to be ready now. He glanced at the two, but looked away immediately.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Ah. Right.

(*Guarav pats his head again, for comfort.

...Then, her tail wraps around that arm.

....

Zey won't be making it out of this apartment alive.

Guarav considers signaling Chance for help, but it doesn't seem to like zem all too much. Backup is a no-go. Zey have to survive. By zemself.

...Zey decide to soak it up while zey can, and give Six a mini-hug, trying to cheer them up a little.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

heheh...

[Six seemed to be enjoying this a little too much, closing its eyes just to enjoy the touch. Seems like whatever temperature Guardie was, it was comforting.]

...uh. thanks. for coming. by the way. i appreciate it. like, a lot.

you're. uh. you're awesome, man.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Th.. Thanks, dude. And yer welcome.

(*Zey freeze in place, and try to stay still and Six melts into the hug.*)

W-want me ta like, put on a show 'r somethin?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

huh? uh, if you want?

[Chance came up to the couch and gave both of them two mugs of tea.]

[Six's tea was mixed with cold water, as he didn't like burning hot stuff.]

[Guardie's tea was... Average. Just tea. Chance didn't know what zey liked.]

[Both had a packet of honey in them.]

[Without a word, Chance went back to the counter, not bothering to pour himself anything.]

oh, sweet!

[Six pulled away a bit to get the mug, her tail still wrapped around Guarav's arm. She didn't seem to notice.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Thanks, man.

(*Guarav tris to meet Chance's eye, but fail to do so. Zey fiddle with zeir mug a little before taking a sip and getting out zeir computer to set up a show for them to watch.*)

Nostalgic, eh? Always feels like we's settin' up a show when onea our senses're fucked.

(*The Igneous incident. It need not be restated, for a it is never forgotten. Or something. Guarav doesn't know, zey never played any Zelda games.*)

Whaddaya thinkin, sunspot?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Chance glanced at Guardie briefly, but looked away. She figured she wasn't very wanted here.]

heheh, i guess.

[Six leaned back onto the couch cushions.]

man, fucking... igneous. wonder how she's doing. been a bit.

...huh? oh uh, the show? um. i don't really care. something simple. just to relax.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Yeah she's... well, her and Obsidian've been hashin' it out, I hear.

(*Zey tap zeir chin.. what to put on?*)

Hmm. Uh.. well, dere's this one show I's been meanin' ta watch, 'n its pretty light-hearted...

(*Welp. It's object show time.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

...huh.

[He moved a bit closer to zem again, taking a sip of his tea.]

yeah, sure. sounds good.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav freezes. God, this little pippins was going to kill zem. Zey press play. Time for some adorably juvenile dialogue and surprisingly quality animation, given the software used.*)

Aight. Cool.

(*And, series start!*)

[fancy-my-chances]

[Six tried its best to pay attention, but found itself drifting off a couple episodes in, leaning onto Guardie. He wasn't asleep yet, but he was pretty close to it. The sickness probably had a part to play in that.]

[Chance stayed silent for a while as the two started watching, just staring at a wall. After about five episods in, though, she glanced at Guardie.]

...so, uh. How'd you two meet?

[The question wasn't directed at any of them in particular, but the stare probably indicated it was talking to Guarav.]

[ultim8-six-s-or]

Yo! M'here wit some sorbet. Y'gonna let me in, hot shot?

(*There's some knocking on the door. A familiar voice swathed in pink's behind it. You'll never guess who! Does Six answer the door?*)

(@no1-guardie-palsie)

[Six doesn't. The door is opened by someone else before he could stand up.]

[It was Chance. She didn't say anything, just nodded and moved out of the way so Guarav could come in. Seems like it's already been told about zem coming.]

yoooooooo, rava, what's upppp!!!

[Six was lying on the couch, lower half of him covered by a blanket. His shades were off, it probably wasn't very comfortable to lie down in those.]

[Next to the couch were a couple small bags, presumably the stuff that Chance brought.]

[He sat up, freeing up space for Guardie on the couch.]

[Chance was sitting on a chair nearby, looking away from the two.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav opens the door, toting a plastic bag of some mini-sorbet cups. Zey're wearing a casual outfit for zem, a pink tracksuit with a cute cropped top and the matching jacket wrapped around zeir waist. There are patches all along the pants, though. A sign of zeir typical flair.

Guardie walks over to the couch by Six.*)

Hey hey hey, sunnies!

(*Zey glance at Chance before moving to sit down with Six, and ruffle the top of their head as is tradition.*)

Nice pink, by da way.

(*Zeir focus immediately snaps back to Six, taking out some sorbet cups and plastic spoons for the both of them.*)

You more of a raspberry or a strawberry fella? Dere's a right answer, be warned.

(*There's a playful edge to zeir words, edged with concern. Six is sick, after all. Maybe zey should hold back on the teasing?*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Chance turned away further, pretending to not hear zem.]

[Six attempted to laugh, but was interrupted by his own coughing. Damn it.]

[He resorted to a whisper, still smiling.]

both are cool. uh. i guess raspberry? feeling kinda raspberry right now

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Good answer, sunspot.

(*Six gets the feeling that zey would have said that either way.

Guarav pats him on the back and pass over a raspberry sorbet with a plastic spoon.

Zey.. pretend not to notice Chance's indifference. Zey're frowning, though. Guarav wipes the frown off zeir face and turns to Six with a smile, and digs into some sorbet with zeir pal.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six put a spoonful in his mouth.]

[He was bouncing in place a little, partially to distract himself from his body hurting all over, partially because he was happy to see his friend.]

[Something hit Guardie on zeir leg. Then again. And again.]

[It was... A tail? Did Six always have a tail?]

[...either way, it was wagging.]

[...]

[Chance stood up and walked up to the kitchen counter. He opened a cabinet, looking for something.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

...Lil buddy?

(*Guarav reached out for the tail.*)

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[The tail didn't stop wagging. Maybe even became a little faster.]

yeah?

[Six didn't seem to notice what his tail was doing. Or the tail itself, for that matter.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav ran a finger along the grooves of the poker chip at the tip of Six's tail.*)

Ya.. ya tail's waggin?

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six twitched as the tail was touched.]

huh- what? i don't. have a...?

[She noticed the new appendage and grabbed it.]

...how long has that been there???

[As soon as she let it go, it went back to wagging, hitting Guardie again.]

oh, shoot- my bad.

[They grabbed the tail again and put it under themself to stop it from moving.]

Took you long enough to notice.

[Chance was still looking in the cabinet. From here, a tail not unlike Six's was visible.]

wh- did you give it to me??

What?? No. I just noticed it before you did. And also got one, I guess. It's weird.

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav says nothing to Chance, and touches the tip of the tail again before pulling zeir hand back.*)

Neat. Wish I's had onea dose m'self. Make it easier ta draw fer longer.

...Kinda cute, too.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six giggled.]

pff, don't say that!! im like. cool and nonchalant and shit. not cute.

[Despite him saying that, the end of the tail started wagging again.]

[Chance finally took out a box from the cabinet. Then took the electric kettle from the counter and started filling it with water.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

Oh, yeah, yer just soooooo nonchalant 'n shit, huh? Sureee.

(*Guarav pats Six on the head.*)

Super nonchalant.

[ultim8-six-s-or]

[Six rolled its eyes, but didn't pull away. Instead he leaned onto Guardie's side, relaxing his whole body.]

you're lucky i like you, or i would've, uh..... destroyed you or something. i dunno.

[They coughed again.]

ugh.... fucking hell. this sucks. hate being sick.

[Chance was seemingly doing the rest of the steps needed to make tea.]

[no1-guardie-palsie]

(*Guarav kept going with the affection, but pulled away after a moment.*)

Hol up, jus' gotta make sure youse got somethin fer tha tea.

(*Zey blow a kiss in a joking manner to Six and walk over to where Chance was making the tea.*)

Yo, does this lil shit have any honey? The fella don't stock up on much, I assumed. Got some honey packets for 'im if ya need.

(*Despite it absolutely being an insult, Guarav says "lil shit" with a considerable amount of fondness. Zey hold up a few packets of honey saved from a local diner.*)

[fancy-my-chances]

[Six looked a bit disappointed when Guarav stood up, but didn't say anything.]

[Chance froze for a moment, then reached out its hand to take the packets.]

Uh. Mhm.

[She gave a polite smile, even if it looked a bit strained.]

Probably better for a sore throat than just sugar, huh?

[He turned back around, his posture a bit more tense now.]

Thanks.

[fancy-my-chances]

Chance! How are you doing? Did anything fun recently? I've been doing some more arts and crafts that use resin! Recently made this serpent dragon! Still haven't gotten it down fully though, keep leaving air bubbles in the resin, but it'll be figured out soon!

@pocket-full-of-poppies

Hi. Sounds cool.

I haven't done much. On this murder mystery thing right now. Kinda just. Sitting there.

[pocket-full-of-poppies]

Glad to hear it sounds cool!

Ah, doing a murder mystery? Sounds fun! I hope you get to do more soon Dearest Chance! They're lovely to do once the flow of things is gotten into! Love you!

[fancy-my-chances]

Love you too.

Um. How are you?

[fancy-my-chances]

Chance! How are you doing? Did anything fun recently? I've been doing some more arts and crafts that use resin! Recently made this serpent dragon! Still haven't gotten it down fully though, keep leaving air bubbles in the resin, but it'll be figured out soon!

@pocket-full-of-poppies

Hi. Sounds cool.

I haven't done much. On this murder mystery thing right now. Kinda just. Sitting there.

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*Behind a door in the Green Room that leads to a hallway, a new door forms at the end. A towering door made of stained wood with a brass doorknob.

*Will you enter?

@greenpippinsno1fan @a-happy-little-cup-of-chaos @ultim8-six-s-or @fancy-my-chances @no1goodcop @chipthecoolpippins @pips-the-pippins @no1-guardie-palsie @de-lulu-luge @dicedevourer @dice-devourer-devourer @gasterno1fan @dusting-the-grapevine @numberonemikefan @jonglerno1fan @gram-the-phone @mrtennano1fan @mrtennano1bartender @boxingglovepips @lesserfamily @no1onesideddie @nyx-the-pipps

[fancy-my-chances]

[Curious, Chance opened the door.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*The doorknob is warm as if someone has recently used it.

*The foyer stretches out before her, the light of the chandelier casting shadows in the room.

*Recent scratches are highlighted by this, seems like people have moved through it recently.

*There is a twin set of staircases flanking the room. Both of them lead to the same door. Beneath them is another door.

[fancy-my-chances]

[Chance looked around, then finally entered, closing the door behind herself.]

[He decided to enter the lower door.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*It seems like fewer people have gone through this one.

*There are tables for games and two pinball machines on the sides.

*There are four total doors.

[fancy-my-chances]

[She looked around, not sure what to do now. This would be easier if someone else was here...]

[She walked up to the doors, trying to see if he could hear anything coming from behind either of them.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*There’s nothing. Just warmth.

[fancy-my-chances]

[It signs and opens one of the doors at random.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*Its a coat closet, empty of coats, take a closer look?

[fancy-my-chances]

[For whatever reason, she looks around the closet, as if someone would be hiding there.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*There’s a seam on one end, like a door might be there.

[fancy-my-chances]

[Curious, she touched the wall, looking for a doorknob or for a sign of it moving.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*There’s no doorknob but the edges of the seam lifts up a bit.

*Does he take a look?

[fancy-my-chances]

[He gets closer and looks through the gap, pressing onto the wall a bit more.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*Thin streams of light can be seen through the gap.

[fancy-my-chances]

[It presses down more, trying to open it fully.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*It shifts open, revealing a small room.

*It looks like the backend of the place, lacking the filigree of the rest of the place.

*Two holes can be seen, where the light peaks through.

[fancy-my-chances]

[It looked around, wondering what this room is even for. She tried to find anyone or anything that would help with finding that out.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*There’s nothing besides the holes.

*A little stool is placed in front of the holes as if to help someone get to them.

[fancy-my-chances]

[She got up onto the stool.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*The holes allow him to peer into the dining room.

*The table is set but there’s no one there.

[fancy-my-chances]

[For a moment he considers climbing through the hole, but changes his mind, assuming this probably isn't the intended way to get in. He jumped back onto the ground and exited the closet.]

[She picked a different door this time.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*It’s another coat closet, nothing much to it.

[fancy-my-chances]

[It checked the rest of the doors, hoping to find anything at all.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*It finds the dining room it entered, seems like it was looking through holes in the paintings eyes, and the library with its tile floors.

[fancy-my-chances]

[She takes a quick glance at both rooms, looking if anything stood out.]

[She considered just turning around... Clearly, this wasn't where she was supposed to be.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*He doesn’t notice anything. The door to the kitchen is locked.

[fancy-my-chances]

[He shrugged and walked back to the door he entered through.]

[It walked up the stairs and opened the upper door.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*Behind a door in the Green Room that leads to a hallway, a new door forms at the end. A towering door made of stained wood with a brass doorknob.

*Will you enter?

@greenpippinsno1fan @a-happy-little-cup-of-chaos @ultim8-six-s-or @fancy-my-chances @no1goodcop @chipthecoolpippins @pips-the-pippins @no1-guardie-palsie @de-lulu-luge @dicedevourer @dice-devourer-devourer @gasterno1fan @dusting-the-grapevine @numberonemikefan @jonglerno1fan @gram-the-phone @mrtennano1fan @mrtennano1bartender @boxingglovepips @lesserfamily @no1onesideddie @nyx-the-pipps

[fancy-my-chances]

[Curious, Chance opened the door.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*The doorknob is warm as if someone has recently used it.

*The foyer stretches out before her, the light of the chandelier casting shadows in the room.

*Recent scratches are highlighted by this, seems like people have moved through it recently.

*There is a twin set of staircases flanking the room. Both of them lead to the same door. Beneath them is another door.

[fancy-my-chances]

[Chance looked around, then finally entered, closing the door behind herself.]

[He decided to enter the lower door.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*It seems like fewer people have gone through this one.

*There are tables for games and two pinball machines on the sides.

*There are four total doors.

[fancy-my-chances]

[She looked around, not sure what to do now. This would be easier if someone else was here...]

[She walked up to the doors, trying to see if he could hear anything coming from behind either of them.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*There’s nothing. Just warmth.

[fancy-my-chances]

[It signs and opens one of the doors at random.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*Its a coat closet, empty of coats, take a closer look?

[fancy-my-chances]

[For whatever reason, she looks around the closet, as if someone would be hiding there.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*There’s a seam on one end, like a door might be there.

[fancy-my-chances]

[Curious, she touched the wall, looking for a doorknob or for a sign of it moving.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*There’s no doorknob but the edges of the seam lifts up a bit.

*Does he take a look?

[fancy-my-chances]

[He gets closer and looks through the gap, pressing onto the wall a bit more.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*Thin streams of light can be seen through the gap.

[fancy-my-chances]

[It presses down more, trying to open it fully.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*It shifts open, revealing a small room.

*It looks like the backend of the place, lacking the filigree of the rest of the place.

*Two holes can be seen, where the light peaks through.

[fancy-my-chances]

[It looked around, wondering what this room is even for. She tried to find anyone or anything that would help with finding that out.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*There’s nothing besides the holes.

*A little stool is placed in front of the holes as if to help someone get to them.

[fancy-my-chances]

[She got up onto the stool.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*The holes allow him to peer into the dining room.

*The table is set but there’s no one there.

[fancy-my-chances]

[For a moment he considers climbing through the hole, but changes his mind, assuming this probably isn't the intended way to get in. He jumped back onto the ground and exited the closet.]

[She picked a different door this time.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*It’s another coat closet, nothing much to it.

[fancy-my-chances]

[It checked the rest of the doors, hoping to find anything at all.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*It finds the dining room it entered, seems like it was looking through holes in the paintings eyes, and the library with its tile floors.

[fancy-my-chances]

[She takes a quick glance at both rooms, looking if anything stood out.]

[She considered just turning around... Clearly, this wasn't where she was supposed to be.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*Behind a door in the Green Room that leads to a hallway, a new door forms at the end. A towering door made of stained wood with a brass doorknob.

*Will you enter?

@greenpippinsno1fan @a-happy-little-cup-of-chaos @ultim8-six-s-or @fancy-my-chances @no1goodcop @chipthecoolpippins @pips-the-pippins @no1-guardie-palsie @de-lulu-luge @dicedevourer @dice-devourer-devourer @gasterno1fan @dusting-the-grapevine @numberonemikefan @jonglerno1fan @gram-the-phone @mrtennano1fan @mrtennano1bartender @boxingglovepips @lesserfamily @no1onesideddie @nyx-the-pipps

[fancy-my-chances]

[Curious, Chance opened the door.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*The doorknob is warm as if someone has recently used it.

*The foyer stretches out before her, the light of the chandelier casting shadows in the room.

*Recent scratches are highlighted by this, seems like people have moved through it recently.

*There is a twin set of staircases flanking the room. Both of them lead to the same door. Beneath them is another door.

[fancy-my-chances]

[Chance looked around, then finally entered, closing the door behind herself.]

[He decided to enter the lower door.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*It seems like fewer people have gone through this one.

*There are tables for games and two pinball machines on the sides.

*There are four total doors.

[fancy-my-chances]

[She looked around, not sure what to do now. This would be easier if someone else was here...]

[She walked up to the doors, trying to see if he could hear anything coming from behind either of them.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*There’s nothing. Just warmth.

[fancy-my-chances]

[It signs and opens one of the doors at random.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*Its a coat closet, empty of coats, take a closer look?

[fancy-my-chances]

[For whatever reason, she looks around the closet, as if someone would be hiding there.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*There’s a seam on one end, like a door might be there.

[fancy-my-chances]

[Curious, she touched the wall, looking for a doorknob or for a sign of it moving.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*There’s no doorknob but the edges of the seam lifts up a bit.

*Does he take a look?

[fancy-my-chances]

[He gets closer and looks through the gap, pressing onto the wall a bit more.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*Thin streams of light can be seen through the gap.

[fancy-my-chances]

[It presses down more, trying to open it fully.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*It shifts open, revealing a small room.

*It looks like the backend of the place, lacking the filigree of the rest of the place.

*Two holes can be seen, where the light peaks through.

[fancy-my-chances]

[It looked around, wondering what this room is even for. She tried to find anyone or anything that would help with finding that out.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*There’s nothing besides the holes.

*A little stool is placed in front of the holes as if to help someone get to them.

[fancy-my-chances]

[She got up onto the stool.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*The holes allow him to peer into the dining room.

*The table is set but there’s no one there.

[fancy-my-chances]

[For a moment he considers climbing through the hole, but changes his mind, assuming this probably isn't the intended way to get in. He jumped back onto the ground and exited the closet.]

[She picked a different door this time.]

[obuzsf-sjsbh-vip]

*It’s another coat closet, nothing much to it.

[fancy-my-chances]

[It checked the rest of the doors, hoping to find anything at all.]