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[your_idol]

"Saja Boys love you!"

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[deuceoftears]

hit me up if you want to play video games and not think about it

cw ideation mention

[your_idol]

[ What if I just want to stop existing? ]

definitely. as soon as possible.

Re: cw ideation mention

[deuceoftears]

5-13, it's the door with the foxes on it

[your_idol]

should I be worried about my liver if I enter your den? on my way

[deuceoftears]

you should be worried about your dignity, I'm not gonna throw a game just because you're a baby inmate

[your_idol]

[ Oh, how little you know. ]

You'd better not. My dignity is going to kick your butt.

[deuceoftears]

[Yeah, that's the attitude he was hoping for.]

bring it, lilyfucker

[your_idol]

what?

[ he's on the way but... what the hell? ]

[deuceoftears]

it's a slur just for artists & musicians 🧡

[your_idol]

And whoever said I'm one of those?

text; late 17th

[reargunner]

Don't know how much you've been told about the general monthly fuckery that happens here.

Next one up is a Breach, probably hitting in the next few days. Giving you the heads up in advance if you don't know to expect it.

[Breaches, his absolute least favourite thing. Yay.]

Re: text; late 17th

[your_idol]

Heard about it, but I'm always up for hearing more. Especially if there's any expectations I should keep in mind.

[reargunner]

All right.

There won't be a warning before it happens. You'll be in another world with another life, and probably won't remember anything about who you really are. Usually lasts a week, and when you get back here you might remember what happened or you might not, or it'll just fade out over time.

No way to know what it's going to be like before it starts, either.

[your_idol]

And it starts and ends at the same time for everyone?

[reargunner]

Far as I know, unless you skip it by just being unconscious the whole time.

[your_idol]

Is there any kind of penalty for that?

text;

[reargunner]

[He writes and rewrites the message several times, while dealing with the most vicious side-eye he's ever seen from a certain six-eyed magpie.

'Was it something I did', he'd asked, and Sussie had been dead-eye glaring at him ever since.]

At least Derpy loves me. [He mutters to himself before finally sending the message off. A text feels like there's less immediate pressure to respond.]

So I figure I did something. You've been ducking me for days.
You okay with giving me some idea about what it was?

Re: text;

[your_idol]

[ He knows where Derpy and Sussie are, because they're not with him so they're with someone. And given how his warden had huffed off, he doubts that Alexei figured this all out on his own. Sussie (of couse it's Sussie) is getting a talking to.

...that he will ignore and continue doing what he wants, so he doesn't even know why he tries.

He writes out a sarcastic minimal-words answer at first, then deletes it. There's useful petty and there's wasting time risky petty. ]

Sure. Do you want to meet up to talk about it or should I just explain here?

[reargunner]

[Of course it's Sussie. Somehow, those two spirit animals have taken a liking to him.

He's not all bad, after all.

Alexei mulls over his answer for a minute once the reply comes.]

In person's better.

[Tone over text is risky.]

[your_idol]

[ Probably something to do with the two animals having an actual functional meter for safety as opposed to being a paranoid twitch factory. It's not the war won, but the fact that Sussie did go to Alexei instead of pecking him incessantly says that this might be fruitful.]

Sure. Where we meeting, warden?

[reargunner]

[Sigh. He's really going to have to get Jinu to stop calling him that, though he's pretty sure it's being done on purpose.]

Your choice.

[your_idol]

[ It's being done on purpose. He remembers. ]

Let's head to the deck. The benches near the art gazebo. Fresh air to clear the air.

[reargunner]

Sure, on my way.

[He's not sure how well this is going to go, really, but he does plan to be honest, for as much good as it will do.]

[your_idol]

[ Jinu is settled on the bench in question, neither of the animals present at the moment. He's leaning back, hands in his pockets, not a care in the world. ]

[reargunner]

[And Alexei doesn't buy it for a second, but he's not going to point it out.

He sits down, leaving a respectable space between the two of them, and pulls a metal cigarette lighter out of his pocket to toy with between his hands.]