AUDIENCE: LUP

[retellers]

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[evocationary]

[ squint. ]

I'll come visit you Tuesday morning for training and - well, I guess I wanna talk about the mercenary thing, but I want you to rest first, so. Go lay down in your sad emo hammock.

[retellers]

[ he turns to look at her, frowning. this is now my excuse for her to notice the weird glow of his eyes because it's a close range thing ] It's a cot. [ is that truly better, wolf. ]

[evocationary]

[ no it is not better

also. dem eyes. pretty!! she notes that. ]

It's a sad emo boy cot. Do you need help over there? I know you're going to say no, but I'm asking anyway.

[retellers]

It's not like I put it there... [ :T ] And if you know how I'm going to answer, why bother asking?

[evocationary]

Because I'm nice sometimes! [ sometimes.

a little more sincerely: ] Please actually rest.

[ either way, she's going to leave in a second here. mostly because you have no idea how much I need to throw her memloss this week at wolf. ]