AUDIENCE: LUP

[retellers]

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[retellers]

Rufus knows about the kill thing. He's not going to use it.

[ it's very confident? hm. ]

... He planning to do one, then?

[evocationary]

[ i swear to god rufus is the pawn and i'm going to mclose my mind ]

I think so. [ hm, maybe she doesn't want to talk about this because she pulls the blankets over her head and hides instead!!! ]

[retellers]

[ ... sits at the edge of the cot. he doesn't pull the blanket away, but: ]

He might be preparing himself for the worst, but you can get around that. Just have to get someone else caught.

[ wolf your morals. ]

[evocationary]

Yeah, but we get more nova if we pick right.

[ she scrunches up under her blankets

she approves of those morals tho ]

[retellers]

Not like Swan's not going to be the only one making a move.

[evocationary]

I know, but the other one is the team Blanca's on.

[ :\ ]

[retellers]

Is he the one doing it?

[ :/ ]

[evocationary]

I hope not.

[ she doesn't know yet, as of this conversation! which is why she's still muffled under her blankets. ]

[retellers]

[ just. sighs ]

So you're what, worrying in advance?

[evocationary]

Well, yeah, would you not worry if you were facing the option of having to vote for your twin or your b-- your -- [ take your time ]

... Person you... like.

[retellers]

You know I literally heard you confess your love to him, right?

[ ruthless. ]

[evocationary]

[ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

do you hear that it's her expiring under this blanket, she's going to suffocate herself ]

[retellers]

[ i only choose the absolute worst things for him to overhear. anyway, he pats the top of the blanket. there there. ]

[evocationary]

[ give her a second ]

... Fuck, I can't believe you listened to that. Embarrassing.

[retellers]

Not all of it. [ but yes, it is embarrassing. he's not disagreeing. ]

[evocationary]

I forgot what I was talking about because you just fuckin' shamed me into silence. You're really good at that.

[retellers]

Years of practice. Probably.

[evocationary]

So anyway, I heard my brother kissed you.

[retellers]

Like that's my fault.

[ immediately. dying. ]

[evocationary]

[ binch she's fighting fire with fire ]

Not a fan?

[retellers]

He's not my type.

[ dryly. ]

[evocationary]

[ she peeks out from under the blankets to wrinkle her nose at him. ]

What is your type?

[retellers]

[ uh ]

I don't... [ that's a difficult. question. apparently. ] What's it matter? It's not your brother.

[evocationary]

[ she laughs. ]

I'm just curious! Is it because of how he looks or acts?

[retellers]

... Both.

[ RIP TO TAAKO AAH ]