#with sileas

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🌺 Ananya/Sileas

Let’s be real, as much as they’d like to deny it, there was a lot Ananya liked about Sileas. The way he listened. His hugs. The way he’d dance with her when they were younger. She likes how he makes Ruleus so happy. She likes that he’s finally found someone that makes him happy.

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⌘ Ananya/Sileas

i never hated you…! i just wanted…! to be…! your…! friend…! again…!

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📱 Ananya/sileas

[Drafts]

i think that…! you should apologize…!

look…! i didn’t mean…! to fuck up…! our friendship…!

i really…! miss us being…! friends…!

i’m tired of fighting…! all the time…!

i’m sorry for everything…! can we just talk again…? please…?

[Sent]

thanks for…! participating with rammie…! like i’m doing…! so the three of us…! can all be okay…!

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ANANYA: -she's been looking for places to move into for both her and citrin, and although she hasn't officially moved to lauctis yet, she likes exploring the place. she decides, however, to visit sileas's  hive unannounced. let's call it a surprise. she arrives at his door and knocks, waiting impatiently-

SILEAS: -It had been a lazy day in his apartment and so not only is there a delay in someone answering her knocking, but when the door does open a crack Sileas is peeping through wearing a bathrobe and sporting bed head. The way his eyes kind of squint to try and focus behind the vision visor seems to hint he may have been napping.- (Hnnnhnnn whoose-?)

SILEAS: -Becomes a little more alert once he realizes who it is.- Ananya??

SILEAS: -His eyebrows go up in surprise and he opens the door more and stands up straight, just enough that maybe if she was being observant Ananya could see the hickeys on his neck peeking out from underneath the fluffy collar of his robe.-

ANANYA: -it's adorable, his hair and reaction.- yeah...! hi...!

ANANYA: i thought i would surprise you...! i'm moving here...! to lauctis...!

SILEAS: -It takes a moment for that announcement to sink in but when it does there is a brief period of internal shrieking going on in his head. But he quickly snaps out of it and realized it's probably not as bad as he's making it out to be..-

SILEAS: Oh. That's cool.

SILEAS: Sorry I'm kind of out of it right now. That's great even welcome to the planetary neighborhood.

ANANYA: yeah...! i...! -and she notices then the hickeys on his neck and stops talking for a moment. WHY DOES THIS MAKE HER FEEL SO WEIRD? she'd been in his position last time, but seeing it now like this...it was strange.-

ANANYA: yeah...!

SILEAS: -He notices her staring and goes to pull up the collar of his robe to try and cover the marks she's looking at. WELL THAG WAS EMBARRASSING, SHIT.- yeah...

SILEAS: Uh. -He guesses he should invite her inside if she came all the way to visit. He just casts a brief look over his shoulder into the room behind him.- You can come in for a bit if you want.

ANANYA: -he notices him covering them up and her cheeks grow a little warm. maybe that's why she's a little passive aggressive- oh...! is anyone else in there...?

SILEAS: Uh, yeah. Ruleus has been staying with me while he's here on Lauctis.

SILEAS: He's asleep in the bedroom.

ANANYA: -she eases up at that because that makes sense. of course! they were pitch. of course there would be hickeys- well okay...! i guess i'll be surprising him...! when he wakes up...! too...!

SILEAS: -Ananya please.- Yeah. So come on in I guess. -Opens the door all the way and steps aside before leaving the area of the doorway all together. There is a collection of shoes at the door and the main room consists of two partial rooms; a living room/dining room that is connected to a smallish kitchen and separated by a half wall and an island. It's a nice place, spacious and good for two three people living in it.-

SILEAS: Make yourself at home, chill on the couch something like that. I'm just going to go change into... Real clothes really quick. -Turns down the hallway and tiptoes into his dark bedroom, closing the door behind him as quietly as possible.-

ANANYA: -she makes herself at home on the couch. she's been here once before if it's the same place he lived when he left the hospital. she takes a deep breath, not able to believe this is really happening-

SILEAS: -He feels quite the same... Several minutes later sileas is coming out with fixed hair and in a navy turtleneck and dark skinny jeans. He closes the door with the same amount of care as before stepping out into the living room area and taking a seat in the armchair on the other side of the coffee table from her.-

SILEAS: ............ -Shit what should they talk about.-

ANANYA: -she smiles when he comes back and sits down- you put yourself together...! pretty quickly...!

SILEAS: I had clothes laid out earlier I just never got around to putting them on I guess.

SILEAS: So what kind of Realestate are you looking at?

ANANYA: anywhere...! i could call home...! it really doesn't matter to me...!

SILEAS: Oh. Well there are nice apartments here in the capital but if you are looking for hives then there is a better market further out in the country.

ANANYA: do you like living in the capital...?

SILEAS: -Nods.- I do. It's close to work, and there is always something going on.

ANANYA: where...? do you work again...?

SILEAS: I'm an intern at the third district office. Help sort through files, send emails to schedule meetings, sit in on a lot of important events.

ANANYA: ooh...! do you like it...?

SILEAS: It's stressful, and comes with pressure like any job to do with politics. But I do like it.

ANANYA: i guess you were...! always meant to go after politics...! -she nervously fidgets with her skirt-

SILEAS: -He shrugs.- It's really interesting when I don't have people trying to stab me or my girlfriend over political issues. -oop that one slips out... Heck that might be the first time he's referred to Chanda like that, aww.-

ANANYA: -girlfriend? did he say girlfriend?- girlfriend...? who are you seeing...?

SILEAS: -Plz...-

SILEAS: -Welp he's said it so now he's kind of lightly blushing.- Hahah... Well. It's just a girl I met through work. We're.. Maybe girlfriend is a little much I don't know we haven't really agreed on terms? I mean her pale quadrant is taken and we seem pretty red so maybe? -Hmm. He's getting some odd satisfaction from gushing about her to Ananya. But also it feels really weird.-

ANANYA: -she feels hurt by this somehow, but she wants to keep it concelaed. instead, it shows up in how overzealous she's acting- oh...! sileas...! that's so great...!

ANANYA: i am SO...! HAPPY...! FOR YOU...!

SILEAS: ......... -Yeah he can sort of see she's over reacting and covering up SOMETHING he knows her too well.-

SILEAS: You sure sound really happy. Thanks though.

ANANYA: that's because...! i am...! so happy...! for you...! hehehe...!

SILEAS: Mmhm...

ANANYA: it's just so great...! you were able to move somewhere...! and...! really be happy...? you know...?

ANANYA: it's just...! really great...! for you...! -and she's tearing up-

SILEAS: -Shit is she actually crying? Ahhhhh.- Ananya.

SILEAS: You uh...

SILEAS: You're eyes are watering.

ANANYA: -her voice cracks a little- are they...? man i'm...! gonna have to...! get used to the allergies...!

SILEAS: Allergies, huh.

SILEAS: -Sighs.- Are you like... upset?

ANANYA: me...? upset...? of course not...! that...!

ANANYA: -obviously bawling- that would be silly...!

SILEAS: -GIRL PLEASE.-

SILEAS: -Watches her cry and is weighing the pros and cons of digging deeper, even though he is fairly certain he already knows why shes upset and its hard not to get a little upset about it himself.-

SILEAS: -Trying not to frown.- Thats not fair. Why are you sad about this.

ANANYA: -wipes her eyes and sniffs- i'm not sad...!

SILEAS: You're crying???? That usually means you are sad.

SILEAS: Dont say youre happy for me if you arent, I'd rather you tell me the truth.

ANANYA: -covers her face- i don't...! i don't know why...! i'm happy for you...! I swear...!

SILEAS: If you were you wouldnt be crying like this! -Urgh, even now he still doesnt like seeing her upset. This isnt fair at all, why does SHE get to be the one upset??-

ANANYA: can't i...? feel two things...? at once..?

ANANYA: you felt...! two things...! about me too...!

SILEAS: I-- =His argument fades out before it can make it out his mouth. She had a point.-

SILEAS: But I dont get why?? Why would you feel anything but happy about it? Its not like you ever felt anything like that about me, not for real.

ANANYA: because...! i don't know...! i felt a lot of things...! about you...! I just...!

ANANYA: took advantage of it...!

ANANYA: instead of..! doing what i...! -breaks down into sobs-

SILEAS: -He squints at her, drawing his knees up to his chest and wraps his arms around them.- So...

SILEAS: What are you saying.

ANANYA: i should have...! treated you...! a lot...! b-better...!

SILEAS: You say that a lot you know. And part of me feels like you mean it but then you dont seem happy with us anyways.

SILEAS: Can you just... tell me exactly what you are feeling about me? You say you just want to be friends but then burst into tears when you find out I have a girlfriend.

ANANYA: -she shrugs, frowning through the tears and wiping her face- i miss you...!

SILEAS: Miss me how?

ANANYA: having a friend like you...! around...! even if...! we can't figure out something...! romantic...! -hyperventilating crying-

SILEAS: -Stares at her.-

SILEAS: Did you ever want something romantic?

ANANYA: -wipes her face with her hand- yeah...! duh...!

SILEAS: ............................. -hhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

SILEAS: Wh-what??? -His brain is on fire.-

ANANYA: why do you think...? i ever...? kissed you...? fuck...!

SILEAS: Because you were desperate for any sort of comfort after being roughly broken up with by your first girlfriend??? -Wheezes that out.-

SILEAS: Im pretty sure thats the consensus we came to! Unless the chunk you tried taking out of my arm was a love bite!

ANANYA:YOU DON'T...! HAVE TO YELL...!  AT ME...!

SILEAS: WELL CAN YOU JUST STOP CHANGING YOUR MIND?? Fuck!!

SILEAS: I loved you, you know! And now that I dont, NOW THAT IM FINALLY WITH SOMEONE WHO LOVES ME BACK, you are getting upset about it! You can't do that!

ANANYA: -it's the first time she's heard him say that he specifically loved her, and it makes her feel incredibly guilty- you acted like...! i was such an...! inconvenience for you...! you always end up...! yelling at me...!

SILEAS: Because you were!! You sent me through so much emotional turmoil even after we settled the kiss issue!

ANANYA: i never...! considered YOU...! an inconvenience...! sileas...!

SILEAS: Well maybe you should have!

SILEAS: Im a jerk so hate me! It would make your life easier!

ANANYA: well i didn't...! and you...! you're acting like...! you're the only one...! who has the right...! to feel anything...! and it sucks...!

SILEAS: -Roughly runs his hands through his own hair because in this moment he feels like pulling it out.-

SILEAS: Thats not what Im trying to say!!

ANANYA: i didn't...! say anything...! against your relationship at all...! all i did...! was involuntarily cry a little...! and you're hounding me for it...! when i had a matesprit...! you worked your ass off...! to make sure i felt like shit...! about someone who cared about me...! but i would NEVER do that to you...!

Lilhumblepeachick - Today at 12:15 PM

SILEAS: I apologized for it didnt I???

ANANYA: you are still...! trying to make me feel worse...!

SILEAS: Also great! You would never make me feel like shit for being with someone, but clearly you are happier when Im alone and miserable.

SILEAS: And yes! I am! This is what happens when you get angry!

ANANYA: my apologies didn't mean...! shit to you...!

ANANYA: HOW DARE YOU...?

ANANYA: JUST BECAUSE...! you want everyone miserable...! DOESN'T MEAN...! EVERYONE WANTS YOU MISERABLE...!

SILEAS: OH YEAH BECAUSE TELLING ME YOU WANTED TO BE IN A ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP WHEN IM ALREADY IN ONE IS SOMETHING YOU SAID TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER.

ANANYA: I DIDN'T...! SAY THAT...!

SILEAS: THEN WHY WOULD YOU TELL ME THAT!

ANANYA: WHAT DID I SAY...?

SILEAS: THAT YOU WANTED SOMETHING ROMANTIC!

ANANYA: you asked me...! i was talking about before...!

SILEAS: I know that! It doesnt make me feel any less upset!

ANANYA: I WAS...! TELLING THE...! TRUTH...!

SILEAS: FINE OKAY THEN IF IT WAS THE PAST THEN WHY DIDNT YOU EVER SAY SOMETHING BACK THEN.

ANANYA: YOU DIDN'T WANT...! ANYTHING...! TO DO...! WITH ME...!

SILEAS: BECAUSE I THOUGHT THERE WAS NO CHANCE BETWEEN US, CAN YOU BLAME ME??

SILEAS: Before even really talking out how we felt about each other you went back to Dove.

ANANYA: i had to apologize...! and things...! escalated and...!

ANANYA: you know what...? -stands- you want me out of your life...? FINE...! i'm going...!

SILEAS: -Scowls as she stands up.- Alright, fine you want to walk out go ahead.

SILEAS: My opinion shouldnt change your decision to do that.

ANANYA: SORRY...! FOR RUINING...! YOUR LIFE...?

SILEAS: Sorry for making yours miserable.

ANANYA: -screams in frustration, kicking stuff on her way out-

SILEAS: -EXCUSE ARE YOU A CHILD.-

ANANYA: -ARE YOU...?-

SILEAS: -YES BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT.-

ANANYA: -AHHHHHHHHH!-

SILEAS: -Hes going to just clean up the mess shes made of his living room.-

ANANYA: -slams the door behind her-

SILEAS: -Hes pretty sure hes going to get a noise complain after this. But maybe Ananya wont move to Lauctis after all of this and he can just go back to pretending they never fought.-

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-- amaurosisMongrel [AM] began pestering boreisticEcstasiate [BE] at 22:53 --

AM: H3y man. H[o]w ar3 y[o]u h[o]lding up?

BE: motherfuckin awful as shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhit

AM: S[o]rry t[o] h3ar that dud3.

BE: sorry to f-ffeel it, i mmmmiss planets yo :(

BE: eithhher all

BE: drowsy on inhh-hibitors

BE: or rollllin on evvery feel

BE: i wanna, s-see shit

AM: I kn[o]w. I wish th3r3 was an[o]th3r way t[o] supr3ss y[o]ur brain 3m[o]ti[o]n stuff with[o]ut making y[o]u s[o] tir3d.

AM: B3 sl33py wh3n y[o]u ar3nt supp[o]s3d t[o] b3 stinks s[o] hard.

BE: yeah :(

BE: you b-been out brrrrro?

AM: A f3w tim3s. M[o]stly t[o] th3 parks and stuff. Its nic3 t[o] b3 abl3 t[o] visit and n[o]t b3 [o]n s[o]m3 s[o]rt [o]f sch3dul3 [o]r trailing aft3r my par3nts.

BE: yooooo th-that's chill though

BE: sounds hells of nnnnnnnnnn-nnice

AM: Y3ah. I'v3 g[o]tt3n s[o]m3 pr3tty nic3 pictur3s [o]f sculptur3s and p[o]nds and stuff with my cam3ra.

BE: hell yeah cc-ccan a mmmmotherfucker peep

BE: at th-thhhhem pics?

AM: Sur3. H3r3 giv3 m3 a s3c[o]nd.

-- amaurosisMongrel [AM] sent Park_Lake_Lauctis_7-19.jpg --

-- amaurosisMongrel [AM] sent Park_Statue_Lauctis_7-18.jpg --

BE: :O yoooooo

BE: th-those look neat bbbbro

BE: thhhhhe park looks helllls of nice

AM: It is [o]n3 [o]f th3 nic3r [o]n3s. Mayb3 s[o]m3 tim3 lat3r in th3 night w3 can try h3ading [o]ut with[o]ut y[o]u [o]n y[o]ur m3ds? Lik3 wh3n its l3ss p[o]pulat3d and all.

BE: y-yeah! i beeennn aahahahaha, uhhhh expllllorin some, i'm waitin for the nnnnight to come on proper

BE: sos i can do that

BE: dont get t-ttoo far, dunno the area so a guide would b-be bitcchhhin

AM: L3t m3 b3 y[o]ur guid3 th3n, dud3.

BE: :') when you wannnnnna w-wannder?

AM: Whenever is good for you. I dont have any plans tonight.

BE: y-yooo then

BE: letttt's do that shhhhhit bro

AM: Sw33t I'm d[[O]]wn. L3t m3 kn[[O]]w wh3n y[[O]]u ar3 r3ady t[[O]] h3ad [[O]]ut.

BE: aight! immma get o-out my ffffort and go nnext

BE: d-door

BE: :D

AM: I'll b3 waiting f[o]r y[o]u.

SILEAS: *And he is! Just as he said he would be. Lounging on the couch, his walking sneakers on and he is ready for adventure!*

GALLEN: *Gallen's going through the bathroom and peeks in. He looks tired regardless of sleeping so much, and the fact that he's squinting brings out the bags more but he's smiling at least* yooooooooo

SILEAS: *Poor guy...* Hey. *He hops up onto his feet and gives Gallen a thumbs up.* All ready to go?

GALLEN: r-reeady as a mofo and goo-gofo aahhhahaha

SILEAS: Pfft. Alright, lets go. *He heads over to his door and holds it open for Gallen.* After you, bro.

GALLEN: *walks to Sileas' door and smiles* affffter me, i thou-thought i was bein led :P *He's fine friend he can joke still see? Also its just easy being with Sileas, he can try to focus on him more and his vibe instead of all the people around them*

SILEAS: *And his vibe should be pretty okay for the most part! He smiles at Gallen and shrugs.* I can still lead but who says it cant be from behind?

GALLEN: *What a good okay friend that's a nice vibe there.* wh-what if i ammmmble my ass in the wrrrrong place? then you all b-back there can't do nothhhin

GALLEN: about it

SILEAS: I'll shout really loud, like "Dude don't go that way its the wrong place."

SILEAS: But if you are really so worried then I can go first for now. *He then steps outside of his block and into the hallway.*

GALLEN: *Or maybe he's being a little shit because as soon as Sileas steps out he stepps to, just one step ahead and grinning a little* my bad :P

SILEAS: *>80*

SILEAS: *Except not really.*

SILEAS: Well now you are just being indecisive.

GALLEN: nahhhhhhhhhhh

GALLEN: *LEADS them down the hall tho, stole your job*

SILEAS: *SO RUDE. He is fine following behind him for now though, not staying more then a pace or two at his heels.*

GALLEN: you bbbbbeen out with your f-folks though, brrrro? doin stuff?

SILEAS: *Shakes his head.* No not this time. Lately any shadowing I've been doing has been strictly on online video calls. My family's hive is also kind of far away from this port, so I figured I would just stay on the ship with everyone else.

GALLEN: oh... thats still cool though b-bein on the ssssame planet :0

SILEAS: *He nods.* Yeah its pretty nice. I might try to go visit the family hive once before we leave the planet.

GALLEN: h-hell yeah now that sssssssounds like a g-gooood time *A smile crawls across the rest of his tired face* yooo t-tell em i said hey and gi-give a squeeze yeah?

SILEAS: Sure, will do. I'm sure they will love it. *He is going to guide them all the way out the exit of the ship.*

GALLEN: *Bye ship, Gallen falls back to let Sileas let the rest of the way since he didn't know where the the sights were. Even in the gentle moonlight he tries to incline his head away from the direct beams of it and those lights in the distance didn't seem as easy to avoid but. It'd be fine* you th-think a bakery'd be open thhhhhis late?

SILEAS: Hmm... *He has to think on it for a few moments.* There might be one? I'm not sure though. We could always walk down the shop streets and find out? *In fact he is already starting to guide Gallen in that direction, not moving too fast of course so that they stay within a comfortable distance with each other.*

GALLEN: y-yyeah aight that ssssounds good *It does, the bakery at least but he could tough it out. Still Gallen sticks close to Sileas as they draw near, continuing to focus on him while everything gets louder and brighter. It's like keeping an ear tuned for a friend in a concert only instead of voices it's a buffet of emotions that he has to flicker through just to feel bits of his own. Scoots close enough that his chest is basically at Sileas' back and grabs his hand* ahhhhhhahaha them crrrowds yeah?

SILEAS: *It wasn't even that crowded of a street at this time of night, but Sileas knew the effects of Gallen's powers and how good they were at pulling up emotions. So when Gallen scoots up closer and closer Sileas doesnt find himself minding at all. He only jumps a little when Gallen physically takes his hand and his chest is almost flushed with his back. This is okay too though, a bit surprising in the moment but fine, and to make sure Gallen knew that Sileas' gives his hand a reasuring squeeze.* Yeah. We can try and find a more quiet street if you want?

GALLEN: *Let him breathe your air Sileas. But he shakes his head just slightly, grateful for the squeeze back* aww it a-ain't gonnnna make much, difffffference yeah? brothers a mm-motherfuckin satilllite with all kind-kinds of frequennncies it's all g-good sil *Silease should have fun too instead of worrying about him*

SILEAS: *Let him worry alright.* Okay but even a little difference might be worth it, yeah? Its up to you really, but I'm just saying.

GALLEN: you a-ain't sayin you sil-sileas *EYYYY jokes, jokes because jokes make things better* iffin we find a b-bakery im gonna, get a tart two t-tarts

SILEAS: *Bad pun. BAD PUN. For that Sileas stops short so that he can bump Gallen with his shoulder.* That was terrible. What you just said was awful and you should feel bad for it.

GALLEN: *Gallen's head falls to Sileas' shoulder and he laughs softly into it. He dares to peek up and grin* t-two tarts???? :P

SILEAS: *The contact was pretty nice, it was like snuggling while walking.* No, your awful joke before that.

GALLEN: ain't no j-joke awful sil *Lowers his head again, trusting the friend to be his eyes while they walk* that's jjjjjust mean to say

SILEAS: Then consider me the meanest guy on Lauctis. *He is more then okay with guiding Gallen around like this. It might look a little strange to the few people who were out and about on the street at this hour, but who cares about them. Sileas was on a hunt for an open bakery.*

GALLEN: can't ever fffffind you mean sil *And he means it, Sileas was one of his best friends. They've had moments, times where someone may have gotten hurt but they were still here for one another. Gallen squeezes Sileas's hand as they wander but it isn't until a few shops down the commotion is really heard and a couple of trolls come stumbling out of the dine-in bar with fists in each other's shirts. Yelling, hissing, and growling at each other while (some) of the patrons watched or recorded on their phones. Someone might've called the cops alright. Might. But man these guys are just all in the street stumbling over each other in this probably-not-pitch brawl*

SILEAS: *This whole setting was just so nice. The physical contact, the relaxing atmosphere, idle chit chat with a great friend, it was so pleasent. Or it was until suddenly two assholes came stumbling out of a bar threatening to beat each other's face in.* *Sileas stopped short rather quickly, holding an arm out in front of Gallen to stop his progression too.* Yo hold up.

SILEAS: *He squints at these two trolls, romantic fighting or not, this level of agression was kind of out of line. He wasn't much of a fan of real fights to begin with, but the fact that no one was doing a thing to break these two up was really churning Sileas' stomach.*

SILEAS: Gallen wait here okay. *He said, already disentangling their fingers to march up to these arguing trolls. Maybe it wasn't smart to involve himself, but Lauctis was fucking founded on peaceful interactions and help refugees, not drunken bar fights. Plus all this anger in the air wouldn't be good for Gallen, so he had to at least try to neutralize it.* Hey, whats the issue here.

GALLEN: *Why break up a free show honestly, the owner of the dine-in bar just wanted these two out and, well, everyone here was either on vacation or just about to head home. Some people peeled away, feeling uncomfortable at all the fighting. But then there were people in the street who were starting to gather at the commotion. Their voices muttering or yelling, emotions jacking high in reaction to the energy. Either excitement, anger, or worry.*

GALLEN: *Sileas had successfully gotten away from Gallen and the trolls who were in the middle of a pretty involved tussle didn't really seem to want to give Sileas the time of day. Much too preoccupied with some strange tango of too-close bodies trying to grapple with one another.* Fucking asshole, this is my good shirt! *And then there's the sound of fabric tearing and such a GROWL before they're both on the ground and here come the actual flying fists.*

SILEAS: Jeez flipping shi- *He jumps back a little as both trolls go down and start actually pumelling each other. Just great. Perfect really. Now things were a million times harder to deal with. A smart thing to do would be to not get involved, but fuck he was already over here and clearly no one else was going to help. Dammit. There is some hesitation in his next movement, but Sileas actually gets in closer and attempts to try and grab hold of the troll on top of the other and drag him off, hoping that this interference would at least get them seperated.* Dude knock it off!!

GALLEN: *This wasn't good, it made his pan ache worse than it already was. Gallen couldn't shift through everything fast enough and it only came in waves. Anger, worry, anxiety, that uninhibited rage. Gallen grits his teeth and pushes his way through people to get to Sileas, an anchor. To pull a friend out of what felt so very dangerous. He tried to understand his friends faults, strangers he couldn't find the attachment within himself. He couldn't dig out his own feelings underneath the pain and rush of everyone elses'*

GALLEN: *Sileas' phyiscal intervention did at least get some other people who wanted to help break it up. The troll on top of the other didn't seem to appreciate the gesture. He threw his elbow out to try and knock Sileas and whoever else was on him* FUCK OFF! *He then uses that arm to land a good hit on the troll beneath him*

GALLEN: *More people jump in at that, shouts to stop or break it up. Another situation and Gallen may have been able to process things better, handle them but he grasped to that strongest emotion and resonated with it. Sileas was helping, trying to. The worry and panic sucked from the air and all that crackled in the air for most trolls in the area was that anger. It bloomed out and crept into every one suseptible. Then they weren't pulling in aid they were tugging in rage, bumping, shoving, clawing. An unnatural molotov chucked into the center of the street that quickly got out of hand*

SILEAS: *Just when he had almost gotten a good hold around the troll's arm, CRACK!! The strong elbow smashes right into Sileas' face! Certainly effective in knocking him back a bit, dazed and starting to drip blood from a gash across his upper lip. That really hurt!! He stumbles a little on his feet and covers his mouth with his hand, trying to get over the hot pain. Who did this guy think he was! Telling him to fuck off like that right after clocking him in the face like that?? Perhaps this guy deserved whatever beat down that other troll would give him! Maybe Sileas should just-- Wait.*

SILEAS: *It was brief, but in Sileas' moment of diziness, there was an unmistakeable spike in suggestion. Rage specifically. Oh no.*

SILEAS: *Sileas let the hand drop from his mouth and he looked around at the crowd that was quickly becoming a lot more rowdy then they were before when just spectating.*

GALLEN: *Those that weren't capable of being effected by the definite mental suggestion were really starting to turn tail. Should Sileas look out in the right spot of the crowd he would see Gallen. Seething, wearing an unfamiliar, teeth bared scowl of anger. One that would have a growl accompanied if the noise of everyone else's anger permitted it*

SILEAS: *Man those people fleeing were smart. Sileas wasn't about to do the same though, and when his gaze locks on Gallen and he sees the anger seeping out of every pore on his friend, from the expression to the body language, his gut twists.* Gallen!

SILEAS: *Alright time to abort seperating those two trolls for the time being, now Sileas' new goal would be to press through the rest of the crowd to get to his friend. Shoving at other people if need be.*

GALLEN: *It was so much easier this way, there wasn't silence and his pan still hammered away with pain that every one cause. That especially those two had caused but now that everyone was on one accord all around him the situation was that much easier to control. There weren't a million things to shift through. Just one giant mass of collective thought that he's never felt before. At first Gallen thought emotion to be like water but that was with many emotions and underlying feelings this was simplified. Pure feeling of all that anger they wanted so much that they could have. Sileas' voice scratched through that solidarity, he was fine. But there was that worry that dirtied what he felt, which was anger. The anger that wasn't his anymore but this singularity felt too good to give up. It's never been this peaceful even among all the yelling*

GALLEN: *His face twists in conflict then falls, it wasn't his anger. All this anger wasn't good, people were getting hurt because of him. Directly because of him and that freezing thought sucked everything back in. Briefly there was fear, then a forced.... normalcy. Casualness. It looked stiff and awkward. Still on one accord, still processable, still manipulative but he doesn't want to let it go.*

SILEAS: *Sileas finally manages to force his way to Gallen, and when he does, he places both of his hands on the troll's shoulders and gives him a gentle, but firm, shake.* Hey! Gallen you with me here?

SILEAS: We need to... probably get out of here?? *If there was enough distance between them and the crowd the influence would fade... right?*

GALLEN: *It would fade, Gallen's eyes flicker between Sileas'. He's pushing down the panic and keeping a tight grip on.. this. He feels sick but nods. He's never used it like this, on this many people, this strongly. The strain came from a new place and even if his morals tell him that it's so wrong the focus of it makes it a hard fight.*

SILEAS: *Okay. Nodding was something. With one more nervous glance around at all the emotional zombie slaves, Sileas takes hold of Gallen's hand again and is wasting no time in dragging him further down the road and away from the gathering.* We should get back to the ship or something. Maybe we can double back somehow? There should be a road that will get us there.

GALLEN: *When Sileas takes his hand he flinches, not really expecting the other to want to touch him. To see what he's doing and not just turn away in disgust, that's what he was expecting it's what he thinks would've been rational. Still he holds on, his grip like a vice, much like the one on the trolls back there and it finaly lets go. He's not practised at holding that many and it comes down to inexperience to release them. But here come the tears also. Not so much the stress of the situation or the strain on himself but what he'd done tonight*

SILEAS: *He glances back at Gallen a few times as he continues to drag him farther and farther away from everything else. He knows by now Gallen is crying, but he isn't satisfied with the distance until he can't even detect a wiff of anyone there. After all, if they were too close in the area there is a chance police could show up...*

SILEAS: *Sileas finally slows to a stop outside of some closed up flower shop, still holding onto Gallen's hand and wheezing a little from all of this craziness.*

GALLEN: *The flowers would've been nice in any other kind of situation but he can't begin to appreciate them right now. Just hiccuping and pressing his wet hand to his face in an attempt to wipe the tears and Sileas was wheezing and he could ONLY imagine why. Sucking in a shaky breath Gallen squeezed that hand* sss-ss-sss-ssssoo-sssorrry

SILEAS: *He looks at Gallen again as he hears the other try and apologize.* What?? No, man its okay. Its fine, its all fine. *He held Gallen's hand with both of his now as he watched his friend with concern.* I bet the whole fight is already broken up, okay? Its good.

GALLEN: *It wasn't good, it was bad. Sileas saw what he'd done. If the intent was to just break up the fight then he could've been calming. Not. Fueling everything. Gallen exhaled messily, trying to clear his eyes and was silent for a long moment before he finally gives a short nod*

SILEAS: *He looks at Gallen again as he hears the other try and apologize.* What?? No, man its okay. Its fine, its all fine. *He held Gallen's hand with both of his now as he watched his friend with concern.* I bet the whole fight is already broken up, okay? Its good.

GALLEN: *It wasn't good, it was bad. Sileas saw what he'd done. If the intent was to just break up the fight then he could've been calming. Not. Fueling everything. Gallen exhaled messily, trying to clear his eyes and was silent for a long moment before he finally gives a short nod*

SILEAS: *During the time of Gallen being silent, Sileas had taken a moment to use one of his hands to try and wipe away some of the blood that was dripping down his chin. At some point during their retreat his nose had started gushing too, but he could still breathe through it so it probably wasn't broken? Hopefully... It all just felt like the same hot pain in his general face area. Oh, but finally the nod his was waiting for. It was at least something, even if Sileas had been hoping for actual words. He just kept watching Gallen, not quite sure what to say next. What had happened was really bad, and he knew that Gallen was well aware of it.* ....Do you want to keep looking for that bakery?

GALLEN: *Sileas no. Gallen just sniffed and snuffled and shuffles closer to Sileas shaking his head. Can he toucch him? He shouldn't be okay to touch him. Slowly Gallen just reaches for his face.=

SILEAS: *He sniffs trying to ignore the gross scent of his own blood up his sinuses, and he isn't exactly all that excited to have his aching face touched, but he isn't going to flinch away that hard.* Hey, I'm fine okay? I have all my teeth and everything

SILEAS: *He tries giving Gallen a reasuring smile to prove his humor but that also agrivates his cut up lip so he stops it pretty quickly.*

GALLEN: *It's a gentle touch from sweaty and tear wet hands. He's not really sure what he plans to accomplish in the hold. It just happens, and his hands stay there for a moment before he slides them to Sileas' shoulders then down his arms as he exhales* p-prr-rolly oughta. head ba-ack. get chhhecked

SILEAS: Ye-Yeah... okay. *Well this night turned into a real fuck up... Sileas sighed and nodded.*

GALLEN: *He feels bad, he ruined their fun night out. Gallen thinks if he's up to baking something, maybe Sileas can help. But he doesn't... really think he is. He tries to send Sileas a smile= w-we can, get shhhhit still bu-but, i, wanna ggg-get you, looked. at, yeah?

SILEAS: *Gallen didnt ruin it, if anyone did it was those jerks going at it outside the bar. Its not like Gallen had full control over what he did, and Sileas understood as much. Really if anything he felt bad for pushing Gallen to go out in the first place.* Alright, but I'm like... sixty five percent certain my nose isn't broken. So its not like they could do much for me anyways. *He reaches and takes Gallen's hand again as he starts guiding them down a road that would lead back to the ship, using his hand to keep trying to stop up the blue dripping out of his nose. So nasty.*

GALLEN: *Dadleer taught him to keep towels on himself at all times and here comes one of them, he's grateful for the hand to hold and just leans gently on Sileas while they walk back* c-could... chhhill in my room. then? uhh,mmmmay-maybe, nibble on my st-ash

SILEAS: Sounds fine by-- *Oooh towel, yes please. He takes it and its much more absorbant then the back of his hand.* Thanks. And I'm down for that.

GALLEN: aight *He thinks the walk back to the ship will help, he's tired and his head still hurts and he knows he did really, really very bad but Sileas didn't feel afraid of him. Or all that hesitant, he had a good friend but that made him feel a little worse for his behavior*

SILEAS: *He shouldn't feel worse. Sileas wasn't afraid of him because there was nothing to be afraid of. He knew what kind of guy Gallen was, someone who would never hurt anyone or force his influence on purpose. Everyone has bad nights, and this was just one of them. He leads them all the way back to the ship, taking care to avoid the street where the fight broke out, and didn't let go of Gallen's hand the whole way back.* 

[impenetrablevitality]

-- amaurosisMongrel [AM] began trolling impenetrableVitality [IV] at 23:25 --

AM: H3y.

AM: Whats up. IV: hi sileas

IV: i'm just in my room

IV: what about you AM Sam3. AM: A littl3 b[o]r3d r3ally. IV: is that why you're messaging me AM: A littl3.

AM: But w3 als[o] hav3nt talk3d in f[o]r3v3r s[o] that is als[o] part [o]f it. IV: it is that time isn't it AM: Tim3? IV: between conversations

IV: you know

IV: to talk AM: I am c[o]nfus3d ab[o]ut what w3 ar3 talking ab[o]ut.

AM: I just want3d t[o] m3ssag3 s[o]m3[o]n3 and y[o]u w3r3 [o]nlin3. IV: yes here i am

IV: hello AM: I....

AM: H[o]w is y[o]ur day g[o]ing, Finn. IV: it's going

IV: are you okay AM: M3? Y3ah I'm fin3 why w[o]uldn't I b3. IV: i was wondering if you needed my help AM: With what??

AM: Has Durgah b33n talking t[o] p3[o]pl3 ab[o]ut m3 b3caus3 I sw3ar... IV: no she didn't say anything

IV: nevermind AM: [o]h. AM: Th3n n3v3rmind what I said t[o][o]. AM: Just ign[o]r3 it 3ntir3ly. IV: i don't really want to AM: Why n[o]t? IV: because you messaged me AM: N[o] I m3ant why n[o]t ign[o]r3 the thing I said ab[o]ut Durgah. AM: Wh3r3 I g[o]t stupidly d3f3nsiv3 f[o]r n[o] r3as[o]n. IV: i guess now that you point it out it is a little weird AM: Y3ah w3ll I'm a littl3 w3ird. M[o]ving [o]n.

AM: N[o] I d[o]n't n33d y[o]ur help, thanks f[o]r th3 [o]ff3r but I just cam3 f[o]r fri3ndly chat. IV: okay that's cool

IV: you weren't in the common room yesterday AM: I gu3ss I wasn't.

AM: Did I miss s[o]m3thing? IV: well there was a lot of music AM: [o]h. Thats c[o][o]l I gu3ss. IV: and dancing AM: W3ll. Dancing isn't r3ally my f[o]rt3 anyways.

AM: I [o]nly danc3 with tw[o] [o]r thr33 p3[o]pl3. IV: i just sat there IV: who do you dance with AM: Usually Ananya I gu3ss. IV: that makes sense

IV: i don't know why i asked AM: Y[o]u w3r3 pr[o]bably curi[o]us?

AM: I d[o]n't kn[o]w, thats why I ask things. IV: i guess i was wondering who the other two people were AM: [o]h. AM: W3ll I'v3 danc3d onc3 or twic3 with Rul3us.

AM: And I'v3 pr[o]bably danc3d with a third p3rs[o]n I just d[o]n't r3m3mb3r. IV: do you like dancing AM: Its [o]kay. AM: I'm n[o]t t[o][o] gr3at at it. IV: i can see that being something AM: M[o]st p3[o]pl3 can. IV: i have a hard time with it too AM: Dancing it trick3y. I d[o]n't kn[o]w h[o]w s[o]m3p3[o]pl3 d[o] it s[o] 3asily. IV: it seems kind of vulnerable

IV: there's caution that has to be taken you know AM: Uh, cauti[o]n?

AM: Cauti[o]n against 3mbar3sm3nt I gu3ss. IV: or falling AM: [o]r that t[o][o]. IV: it's possible IV: that's why it's good to be prepared AM: H[o]w w[o]uld y[o]u pr3par3 f[o]r it? IV: by bringing ice packs

IV: setting out soft mats to dance on

IV: you know AM: All smart id3as.

AM: [O]r y[o]u can just av[o]id dancing all t[o]g3th3r t[o]. IV: right that's what i do

IV: but you still dance so maybe this will help you AM: I will b3 sur3 t[o] lay [o]ut mats and ic3 n3xt tim3 I f33l th3 n33d t[o] b[o][o]gy. IV: good

IV: you will be pretty prepared in that case AM: Alright I will b3 h[o]n3st Finn,

AM: I am n[o]t g[o]ing t[o] d[o] that. IV: oh

IV: okay

IV: but maybe consider it AM: I will.

AM: But it still pr[o]bably w[o]nt happ3n.

AM: Which isn't t[o] say I mean "Frick y[o]u and y[o]ur advic3."

AM: I just d[o]n't want t[o] carry all [o]f that ar[o]und. IV: okay

IV: that's fine AM: C[o][o]l. IV: am i helping your boredom AM: Y3s v3ry much s[o].

AM: Am I causing y[o]u b[o]r3d[o]m. IV: no

IV: it's a nice break AM: A br3ak fr[o]m what. IV: reading AM: R3ading what. IV: medical journals AM: M3dical j[o]urnals ab[o]ut what. IV: the latest research on some particular diseases AM: A dis3as3 that d[o]3s what. IV: degenerates the respiratory system of trolls AM: I can't mak3 a qu3sti[o]n 3nding in "What" ab[o]ut that. IV: was that the pattern you were following AM: It was th3 patt3rn I was g[o]ing f[o]r y3s. IV: so you weren't really interested AM: I m3an I was.

AM: At first.

AM: I just d[o]n't kn[o]w anything ab[o]ut h3avy m3dical things. IV: that's okay

IV: i don't expect anyone to be

IV: except for ruleus AM: Y3ah h3 kn[o]ws a l[o]t ab[o]ut that stuff.

AM: H3 can d[o] that n3rd kn[o]wing f[o]r b[o]th [o]f us. IV: i can believe that

IV: but hey i have to get going AM: [o]kay.

AM: S33 y[o]u ar[o]und. IV: be safe

IV: okay AM: Y3ah.

AM: Y[o]u t[o][o], I gu3ss.

-- amaurosisMongrel [AM] gave up trolling impenetrableVitality [IV] at 00:44 --

[trenchantdynamo-blog]

-- trenchantDynamo [TD] began pestering amaurosisMongrel [AM] at 18:03 --

TD: Hey Sileas.

AM: Hi Rammi3.

AM: What is up?

TD: Many things arrre up.

TD: Myself included.

TD: I'm on the scaffolding in the engineerrring deck.

AM: Up as in awak3? [o]r-

AM: Y3ah that is c3rtainly up.

TD: :)

TD: Yes. It is.

TD: I am.

AM: Ar3 y[o]u fixing s[o]m3thing?

TD: No I'm. Um. Just.

TD: Hanging out.

TD: My legs arrre overrr the edge of the scaffolding.

TD: I forrrgot you can't see that. Hah.

TD: But, anyway.

TD: What's up with you?

AM: N[o]thing is I am still [o]n th3 gr[o]und.

AM: But y3ah n[o]thing r3ally at all 3ith3r way. I'm just planning [o]ut my n3xt mural.

TD: Oh that sounds fun. What werrre you thinking?

AM: N[o]t sur3 y3t. I think Im d[o]n3 with m[o]untain vi3ws f[o]r a whil3 and want t[o] pick a n3w subj3ct.

TD: Have you everrr done something with people in it?

AM: Y3ah but I d[o]nt usually d[o] m[o]re then sill[o]3ts unl3ss it is a p[o]rtrait.

TD: You could do that then.

TD: Perrrhaps a city orrr a field.

AM: Hm. Y3ah I gu3ss I c[o]uld.

TD: Sillouettes litterrring the landscape.

AM: A city [o]f blurs w[o]uld pr[o]bably b3 l3ss cr33py th3n a fi3ld.

AM: I'm g[o]ing t[o] n33d t[o] l[o][o]k up r3f3r3nc3s th[o]ugh. I d[o]n't paint a l[o]t [o]f urban ar3as.

TD: I could help with that if you want.

TD: I mean. Gatherrring rrreferrrences.

TD: Possible sillouettes.

AM: That w[o]uld b3 c[o][o]l, y3ah.

TD: Have you everrr taken the chance to get off the ship?

AM: Y3ah [o]f c[o]urs3.

AM: I'v3 b33n t[o] Lauctis a f3w tim3s, and stayed f[o]r a whil3.

TD: Awww. Arrre you going to make it sentimental?

AM: Pr[o]bably n[o]t.

AM: I gu3ss I t3chnically sh[o]uld f33l lik3 it w[o]uld hav3 b33n sentimental anyways, sinc3 l[o]gicstically sp3aking Lauctis sh[o]uld b3 my h[o]m3 plan3t sinc3 my family is s[o]rt [o]f a big d3al th3r3, but as far as Im c[o]nc3r3n3d I pupat3d [o]n this ship and s[o] I gu3ss thats my h[o]m3.

TD: You know.

TD: You actually still made that verrry sentimental.

AM: Bl3h.

TD: That's the exact sound I made just now.

TD: Only with a little morrre exagerrrated gagging.

AM: If y[o]u gag t[o][o] much y[o]u might ch[o]k3 s[o] b3 car3ful.

TD: I verrry rrrarrrely choke.

TD: But I'll keep that in mind.

AM: N[o]w c[o]uld b3 [o]n3 [o]f th[o]s3 rar3 tim3s. Wh[o] kn[o]ws.

TD: I can't believe you'rrre rrrooting forrr me to choke.

TD: I'm offended Sileas.

TD: All those sweeps of frrriendship.

AM: I am n[o]t r[o][o]ting f[o]r it. I am just warning y[o]u [o]f p[o]si6iliti3s. Als[o] I am c[o]ll3cting b3ts [o]n it.

TD: So therrre arrre morrre nonbelieverrrs in ourrr midsts?

TD: Do they know you'rrre being sappy?

TD: I feel like that's something you left out.

AM: A g[o][o]d l3ad3r is always c[o]mpl3t3ly [o]p3n with his f[o]ll[o]w3rw.

AM: I am n[o]t a g[o][o]d l3ad3r.

TD: I thought you werrre the alpha.

TD: That's a leaderrr.

AM: I'm ign[o]ring that.

TD: Is it wrrrong?

AM: Kind [o]f y3ah?? I'm n[o]t actually an alpha. Its all mad3 up.

AM: And anyways, that pack was built ar[o]und a c[o]uncil syst3m [o]f 3ld3rs, I was just a p[o]litical figur3 fac3.

TD: I'm surrre in that imaginarrry scenarrrio you still held some powerrr.

AM: W3ll y3ah I was a v3ry w3ll r3sp3ct3d m3mb3r [o]f th3 high c[o]uncil.

TD: Then therrre you go.

TD: That's still prrretty leaderrrly in yourrr metaphorrrical forrrest. Orrr jungle.

TD: Orrr was it morrre of a moderrrn fantasy type deal?

AM: [O]ur d3n was m[o]untain bas3d c[o]nsid3ring this half [o]f th3 ship was m3ant t[o] r3pr3s3nt th3 n[o]rth.

TD: Naturrrally.

TD: That's the best way to divide land.

TD: So you werrre snow wolves.

TD: Is that how that worrrked?

AM: N[o]. Just b3caus3 its m[o]untains d[o]3sn't m3an th3r3 is c[o]nstantly sn[o]w.

AM: In th3 wint3r y3ah.

AM: And I wasn't 3v3n a w[o]lf. J33z.

TD: Right of courrrse. Fill me in on all yourrr imaginarrry details.

TD: I don't want to offend.

TD: Lest the wrrrath of the norrrtherrrn not-wolves will rrrain down upon me.

AM: Ugh. Y[o]u ar3 just l[o][o]king f[o]r m[o]r3 dirt [o]r trash t[o] drag [o]ut [o]f m3.

TD: What?

TD: Of courrrse not.

AM: I d[o]n't b3li3v3 y[o]u.

TD: Wow.

TD: Now I'm te offended one.

TD: Again.

TD: It's almost like you'rrre trrrying to hurrrt me.

AM: N[o]t int3nti[o]nally, but y[o]u ar3n't g3tting my sympathy.

TD: I don't know what kind of animal you arrre so I'm not surrre I want the kind of sympathy they display.

AM: I hat3 y[o]u.

TD: ;)

AM: D[o]n't y[o]u wink at m3.

TD: Sorrrrrry. Let me put on my glasses so you can see.

TD: B)

AM: 3ugh.

TD: Too cool forrr you?

TD: Herrre let me fix that.

TD: 8)

TD: Actually I might want a visorrr. Those arrre to die forrr.

TD: D)

AM: Y[o]u l[o][o]k lik3 a flipping cycl[o]ps.

TD: Tut tut, don't be angrrry ay cyclopes just because you can sense my winking thrrrough what appearrrs to be incrrredibly good-looking visorrrs.

TD: I'm prrretty surrre that's not cool. Discrrriminating like that.

AM: I am n[o]t discriminating against cycl[o]pses, I'm discriminating against y[o]u.

TD: Because I'm adorrrable prrrobably.

TD: I knew this day would come.

TD: Drrramatic sigh.

AM: Y3ah. B3caus3 that it t[o][o][o]tally it.

TD: Oh. Don't I know it.

TD: It took you long enough to notice honestly.

AM: Did y[o]u n[o]t d3t3ct my sarcasam at all th3r3.

TD: Nope.

AM: Mhh.

TD: Hehehe.

AM: Ar3 y[o]u still up [o]n that l3dg3 [o]r what3v3r?

TD: Yes, why?

AM: Just w[o]nd3ring I gu3ss.

TD: Werrre you planning on trrrying to ambush me and rrrememberrred the engineerrring bay is securrred?

AM: What? N[o].

TD: Aw. That would've been funny.

AM: I was just g3nuin3ly curi[o]us if y[o]u w3r3 actually s[o] w3ird that y[o]u w3r3 still up th3r3.

AM: It w[o]uld hav3 b33n dang3r[o]us.

TD: Why is it weirrrd?

TD: And yeah a little but I installed bioscannerrrs.

TD: You would've been subdued. Not destrrroyed.

AM: Why d[o]3s 3v3ry[o]n3 think th3y can kick my butt???

TD: Well.

TD: I mean.

AM: What?

TD: I can't speak forrr everrryone but I think I'm well-qualified to say I kick a cerrrtain amount of butt.

AM: Y3ah but my butt?

AM: I'm s[o] tall.

AM: Can y[o]u 3v3n r3ach my butt?

TD: I can kick you squarrrely in the cheeks.

AM: Can y[o]u th[o]ugh?

TD: Yourrr doubt can turrrn deadly.

AM: D3adly accurat3. Y[o]u can't kick my butt.

TD: I think I can.

TD: In heels also.

AM: I think y[o]u ar3 dr3aming.

TD: I'm verrry awake.

TD: Yourrr butt is a believable goal.

TD: Not that you have much of one but my aim is incrrredible.

AM: 3xcus3 frigging y[o]u my butt is p3rf3ct.

AM: Als[o] what th3 crud I'v3 had this sam3 c[o]nv3rsati[o]n ab[o]ut my rump and kicking it b3f[o]r3 what th3 frick.

TD: But not with me.

AM: N[o] n[o]t with y[o]u.

TD: How darrre you.

AM: Hush up.

AM: It was with Durgah.

TD: Hahaha. Neverrrmind all is forrrgiven.

TD: She can also kick yourrr butt.

AM: Y3ah sh3 can.

TD: Why do I get all the doubt then?

AM: B3caus3 th3r3 can b3 [o]nly [o]n3.

TD: Why not both?

AM: L[o][o]k.

TD: 8)

AM: I can [o]nly handl3 [o]n3 [o]f y[o]u dragging my carcass ar[o]und.

TD: That was me looking.

TD: Also we'rrre verrry good at sharrring.

AM: I saw.

AM: Durgah said r[o]ughly th3 same.

TD: Hehehe. See.

AM: Fin3 hav3 fun splitting up my us3l3ss carcass th3n.

AM: S3nd my h[o]rns t[o] my m[o]th3r.

TD: I'm surrre we will.

TD: Maybe not the horrrns though.

TD: Those can be so useful.

AM: What w[o]uld y[o]u s3nd th3n?

TD: Yourrr butt.

AM: N[o] un3xc3ptabl3.

TD: Why do you want me to have yourrr butt?

AM: I just d[o]n't want that t[o] b3 th3 thing my m[o]th3r pr3s3rv3s and im[o]rtaliz3s [o]n th3 wall.

AM: N[o]t n3xt t[o] th3 painting [o]f my grandm[o]th3r.

AM: Which is actually mad3 [o]f h3r.

TD: It could also be a murrral to you.

TD: You arrre a bit of an ass.

TD: With a bit of ass.

TD: :P

AM: Y[o]u ar3 a t3rribl3 individual.

TD: You continue to flatterrr me.

TD: But I'm sorrrrrry I must leave you like this.

TD: Maybe next time I can kick yourrr butt with my heel.

AM: That s[o]unds r3ally painful.

TD: I'll trrry to wearrr wedges that day.

AM: But [o]kay by3 y[o]u frigg3n w3ird[o].

TD: Hehe. Laterrr.

-- trenchantDynamo [TD] ceased pestering amaurosisMongrel [AM] at 00:47 --

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TD: Hello Tennsa.

AM: G[o]sh dangit.

AM: N[o].

AM: Just n[o].

TD: Oh. Sorrrrrry.

TD: Hello ∂αякѕιgнт.

AM: I d[o]n't hav3 any id3a what that nam3 m3ans, g3t it [o]ut [o]f my artifical sight.

TD: I can give you a gentle rrreminderrr.

AM: I d[o]n't n33d [o]n3.

TD: Arrre you surrre?

TD: I don't mind.

AM: D3adly c3rtain. N3v3r hav3 I b33n m[o]r3 c3rtain ab[o]ut anything in my lif3.

TD: Hehe. Fairrr enough.

TD: How arrre you doing dearrr?

AM: Iv3 b33n b3tt3r.

AM: H[o]w ab[o]ut y[o]u?

TD: I'm not surrre yet.

TD: Prrrobably the same.

AM: Whats y[o]ur distr3ssing pr[o]bl3m th3n.

TD: Oh you know.

TD: Socializing.

AM: Ah y3s. A t3rribl3 f[o]e.

AM: What ab[o]ut it th[o]gh. T3ll m3 [o]f y[o]ur issu3 and mak3 m3 f33l l3ss stupid ab[o]ut min3.

AM: N[o]t that its p[o]ssibl3 but h3y might as w3ll try.

TD: It's a little silly but prrrobably not on the same scale.

TD: What arrre you so upset about anyway?

AM: B3sid3s g3tting punch3d in th3 fac3, a l[o]t.

AM: But I d3s3rv3d th3 hit s[o] I'm n[o]t r3ally mad ab[o]ut it at all.

TD: What did you do to warrrrrrent a punch in the face?

TD: I like yourrr face frrree of injurrry perrrsonally.

AM: As d[o] I. But I did s[o]m3thing r3ally stupid is what I did.

TD: Am I going to have to assume the worrrst?

AM: Y3ah h[o]n3stly y[o]u can d[o] that.

AM: Alth[o]ugh I am kind [o]f curi[o]us t[o] kn[o]w what y[o]u think th3 th3 w[o]rst is.

TD: You yiffed an innocent soul prrrobably.

TD: Just kidding.

TD: A little.

AM: I am l3gitm3ntly [o]ff3nd3d right n[o]w.

TD: You wanted to know the worrrst.

AM: W3ll n[o]w I kn[o]w what y[o]u think [o]f m3.

AM: But h[o]n3stly I can't t3ll if its b3tt3r [o]r w[o]rs3 th3n th3 truth.

AM: I h[o][o]k3d up with Ananya th3 day aft3r sh3 and D[o]v3 br[o]k3 up.

TD: ...Well the wounds werrre frrresh but they werrre. Brrroken up.

AM: D[o]v3 was my fri3nd th[o]ugh. W3 may n[o]t hav3 b33n sup3r cl[o]s3 [o]r anything but still.

TD: Is that what she punched you forrr?

AM: I think s[o].

TD: Hm.

AM: I just kn[o]w sh3 was mad at m3 ab[o]ut Ananya. Als[o] at Ananya I think but h[o]p3fully sh3 isn't anym[o]r3.

TD: They did date so she's likely going to forrrgive Ananya beforrre you howeverrr. It's not all yourrr fault.

AM: That is what p3[o]pl3 k33p t3lling m3.

AM: I d[o]n't r3ally f33l lik3 it [o]bs[o]lv3s m3 [o]f anything th[o]ugh. N[o]t that it sh[o]uld.

TD: What they'rrre prrrobably trrrying to get you to underrrstand is that it is yourrr fault but it's not all yourrr fault.

TD: I'm surrre you've hearrrd the phrrrase "It takes two to tango."?

TD: You didn't rrreally tango alone.

AM: Y3ah thats a summary [o]f what I'v3 b33n h3aring.

AM: Its still just.

AM: R3ally m3ss3d up all th3 sam3.

TD: Yes it is.

TD: But you'rrre not the only one who messed up.

AM: I d[o]n't 3v3n want t[o] l3av3 my b[o]ck f[o]r at l3ast a sw33p. I hav3n't f3lt lik3 this sinc3 I was six.

TD: I think if you could overrrcome the morrrtification then you can now.

AM: And Ananya wants t[o] s33 m3 [o]r s[o]m3thing but I can't fac3 h3r b3caus3 sh3 pr[o]bably just still f33ls guilty.

TD: Well. She should.

AM: I gu3ss.

TD: Yes.

AM: Mrgh.

AM: Anyways. I gu3ss w3'v3 c[o]v3r3d th3 bulk [o]f my d3l3ma.

AM: What ab[o]ut y[o]urs. Y[o]u said y[o]u w3r3 struggling with s[o]m3 s[o]cial thing right.

TD: Well. Mostly just doing that whole thing.

AM: Th3 wh[o]l3 s[o]cial thing?

TD: Yes.

TD: Just.

TD: Getting to a, um, comforrrtable level.

AM: What w[o]uld that l3v3l b3.

TD: ...beyond.

TD: Not comforrrtable?

TD: Well.

TD: No.

TD: Just. Beyond small talk. I guess.

AM: Things b3y[o]nd small talk ar3 difficult. I hav3 l3arn3d it g3ts pr3tty mushy.

TD: Grrross.

AM: A tip I gu3ss w[o]uld b3 try talking ab[o]ut a m[o]vi3 [o]r sh[o]w that g3ts y[o]u 3xcit3d I gu3ss s[o] y[o]u can rant and rav3 ab[o]ut it t[o] s[o]m3[o]n3.

AM: Actually any t[o]pic that is an int3r3st y[o]u happ3n t[o] shar3 with s[o]m3[o]n3 is usually fair gam3 t[o] talk in l3ngth and d3pth ab[o]ut.

AM: But h3y th3s3 ar3 tips c[o]ming fr[o]m m3 s[o] th3y might b3 scr3w ups.

TD: Oh hush Howlerrr.

TD: But. I can trrry that.

AM: Fr[o]m n[o]w [o]n if y[o]u us3 that nam3 in a s3nt3nc3 I am g[o]ing t[o] pr3t3nd I n3v3r saw any [o]f what y[o]u wr[o]t3.

TD: You can ignorrre me all you want, but you can't ignorrre the call.

AM: Y[o]u ar3 [o]n3 [o]f th3 m[o]st t3rribl3 p3[o]pl3 I kn[o]w.

TD: I trrry.

AM: Y[o]u ar3 trying t[o][o] hard.

TD: I'm only following yourrr advice.

TD: Sheesh.

AM: N[o]n3 [o]f my advic3 has 3v3r had anything t[o] d[o] with th3 w[o]rds "T3nnsa" and "H[o]wl3r"

TD: But its who you arrre.

AM: It was a frigg3n PHAS3.

TD: Was it? Orrr is it?

AM: UGHHHH!!

TD: Hehehe!

AM: This has t[o] c[o]unt as bullying.

TD: It prrrobably does! But we'rrre also frrriends so prrrobably not.

AM: Fri3ndship bullying.

TD: That's morrre like it.

AM: It sh[o]uld b3 a crim3.

AM: But actually I sh[o]uld pr[o]bably go sl33p [o]r s[o]m3thing.

TD: Alrrright dearrr. You get some rrrest and feel frrree to hide in my rrroom if you get overrr yourrr currrrrrent morrrtificatin a little.

AM: Thanks mayb3 I'll tak3 up th3 [o]ff3r s[o]m3tim3 s[o][o]n. G[o][o]d luck with s[o]cial things.

TD: Thanks Sileas. Sleep well.

AM: Thanks.

AM: By3.

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