#anttennatime

[mr-lightningbolt]

🌯 !!!

You get...

Douhua!

"Wait... you can eat? I guess you can have this, then.

I figure I might as well get something sweet today. This one doesn't have any particular flavors other than the sugar, but I think the main appeal is the texture. It's very delicate."

[Raiden’s Street Food Adventure]

[thiefandlyre]

🎊 I'll even close my eyes and hold out my hands!

You get... this little freak!

"Haha... house cat! It's a pun!"

mystery presents.

[phantommirrored]

@anttennatime said: There there, buddy.

"Great! What do you want!!!"

[dreemerknight]

@anttennatime

Kris hasn't been... well. Ever since they were struck by a proverbial rock in their sleep, Kris has kind of been drifting in and out of awareness. One second they're laughing with Susie or one of their other friends, then they blink and it's like the whole day passed by without them there. Tenna has noticed - and they're sure Susie noticed too - but they haven't the bandwidth to fully appreciate it beyond the relief that no one is forcing them to talk.

Chara was good conversation, but... It doesn't really help.

There are things they can't tell a kid, no matter how much said kid has been through and seen and experienced. It's so... much. So much more than just jealousy and shitty emotional regulation. And there's no way Kris can talk to Susie about any of it beyond the "good" parts. She deserves to be happy about those memories and that day all things considered.

But they feel like they're going to burst if they have to keep walking around with all of this in their chest.

Which is why the Soul has been stuffed into the trash can in their room. Without it there, listening and waiting, they feel a bit more confident in their ability to get the words out. They just... can't wait too long.

They awkwardly stand in front of Tenna, head bowed and hands in their sleeves while they try to find the words. They made sure it was just them in the house, and had told Tenna they wanted to talk about something personal and important, but, they don't know how to. They've never spoken unprompted or so openly about things like this.

"... Tenna, can I... is it okay if I talk to you about..." Kris hesitates, looking as if they're struggling to continue their question. "... Do... um..." Kris swallows, gripping the cuffs of their sweater's sleeves. "... I remembered things. I'm sure Susie told you she has too." They feel their throat getting tighter, but try to push through it.

It takes a few more seconds of struggle before they can continue. "But I... can't talk to Susie about it. I'm sure her memories are much nicer than mine... at least I hope so..." They rub the back of their hand, phantom pain aching deep in their bones, and sink down to sit on the couch, stiff and awkward and uncomfortable.

Their thumbnail digs against the back of their hand. A present ache to keep them anchored to the moment.

"... Does it make me a bad person to be... I dunno... scared, I guess, of Noelle showing up here? Again. I mean."

[inablinkgone]

Spiralefes -> Watch Your Hands

“Gotcha!” Till tackles a small purple dragon, wrestling it to the ground, only to find himself face-to-face with a dark pink dragon. Till watches it puff itself up, as if it’s inhaling all the air it can into its small lungs and… Uh-oh—

He lets go of the purple dragon and rolls out of the way just in time to see the pink one breathe a plume of flame right where he’d been seconds ago. Lying flat on his back, Till watches the two dragons scamper away to continue harassing a sheep with a sigh, until a long and familiar shadow falls over him.

“Tenna!” Till scrambles to his feet immediately, although he’s not sure how much dignity he has to save in front of this man anymore. “W-what’re you doin’ here?”

Looking at the pink and purple dragons, Till remembers the last time he’d seen the TV he’d…

“Um…” Till fumbles awkwardly for the right words. “Th-thanks for gettin’ me home okay… And… and I-I heard M-M-Mizi kinda… chewed ya out, a b-bit…? I’m… I’m s-sorry… She’s a really nice person, I swear! She’s just… uh… a bit… protective… B-but, she means well!”

@anttennatime

[mr-lightningbolt]

[thiefandlyre]

Somehow, it looks like Octavo was dropped off at his own home on the sofa. Looks like a certain host brought him back safe and sound!

Octavo wakes up with Steinway yowling in his face. Poor baby... The automatic feeder was working just fine! But apparently it's not the same if Octavo doesn't put the food in the bowl himself.

Tenna must have brought him home. Octavo rubs his eyes, sitting up. It's quiet outside. Did he miss it? Did he actually sleep through the end of the apocalypse?

He switches on the TV in time to see Tenna's broadcast, lying back down on the couch as Steinway curls up on his chest. As the movie begins to play, he drifts off back to sleep.

[innerbeast]

🎱 - for a pool game

Have a drink with my muse!

he's been sitting on a losing streak. a rather brutal one, at that! even behind that confident wall of his, dar'khol hadn't much knowledge of the game prior, nor had he expected a flickering hot-box to be so damn good at it. but he'd been offered a challenge, and rarely does the miqo'te deny them.

especially not after he's seen the bottom of a bottle, or two. he's nursing a third as he watches his latest shot roll to a stop, striped sphere barely in reach of a pocket.

' oohhh, so close! but, hey! that's improvment. '

whether it be subtle mockery, or a genuine compliment, it had an ear twitching in vague irritation regardless. despite that, he's left smiling. eventually leaning against his pool cue as tenna gets into position for his next shot.

as the ball's struck, half-lidded eyes follow it across the table. watching, waiting for it to roll just close enough to its target before -- bam! -- the table is struck. juuust enough energy being fed into his strike to jostle the alignment upon it. just to give him an excuse to squeeze out an,

"oohh, tha' was soo~ooo close~~!" now, he tries not to laugh.

" 'nd ya were doin' so bloody well...!" ah, there it is.

amidst a partial swaying, there's that shit eating grin of his.