[ Break and Gilbert are having a conversation of their own in Break's room, though that's probably not super surprising. Considering Gilbert found out that he's a wizard (or something), it seemed like Break and Gilbert had a fair amount to talk about.
Whether they knock or just let themselves in (since his door is unlocked at the moment), they'll find Break at least being true to himself. He's wrapped up in the comforter of the second bed like a burrito, and he's holding a teacup and saucer in his hands. There's a teapot sitting to the side that Gilbert presumably brought, and a plate with sugar cubes (several of which are missing by now).
Honestly, it's hard to believe that Break is a middle-aged man sometimes. ]
Ah— [ Break is surprised, at least, since he's not exactly used to people coming to visit him. He's a true friendless loser. ] Rhys and Morrigan, right?
[ He's just asking to confirm, since he's fairly certain, but not 100%. ]
[ morrigan would chuckle to herself about the breakrrito, but she's not feeling too hot; there were pangs ailing her entire body, making walking a bit of a chore. she knew from last week that several people who assumedly were associated with certain vices received a less than savory condition themselves, but being on the other side sucked. why'd you have to murder Mikazuki?? now all of team wrath was suffering
but she's here, and she's got rhys in tow as well; she had to fetch him herself because he's a bad dog sometimes. she floats to a corner of the room, not yet sitting, hugging herself in a failed attempt to allay some of her aches. ]
It is no trifle. We can simply count on Rhys to fetch us some, in the event we require more.
[ rhys is still a little too concerned about his arm and keeping it from murdering all the people that he just sort of blindly follows morrigan into the room. he looks up when he hears his name, squinting at the three of them (what is... happening with break there...) and letting out an offended noise. ]
Really? Me? Why not Gilbert? He put us all in this mess anyway.
[ rhys, no one chooses to be a suspect. either way, he's going to stand off to this corner and jerk at his robot arm a few times to get it to stop moving around. and if you think that's all rhys is going to say entirely? think again! he has to add something shitty on at the end, no matter what: ]
Plus, we all know how great he is at making coffee now.
[ that feel when no one thought you'd murder because you wouldn't ruin coffee like that ]
[ Much like the popcorn fiasco to come, Break is absolutely unsure of what he's hearing here when he's hearing Rhys's arm on the fritz. At least he knows about it now, so that's a step up, but his attention still focuses on Rhys with clear confusion. ]
...Is that your arm?
[ This would be a stupid question normally, but try not to make fun of his blindness too much here Rhys. As for the rest, Break at least sits up straighter and pulls the blanket off his head so that he looks less like a human burrito. ]
Do we even have enough tea left? [ Break already downed two cups and like half the sugar... ]
[He'll just answer for Rhys because MAYBE HE'S STILL A LITTLE SALTY ABOUT BEING SOCKED IN THE GUT by a possessed robot arm! Maybe!! But this is fine...]
—And I didn't do that on purpose! If I could choose, being a suspect is the last thing I would want. [It's stressful! He lost ten years off his life!!
But he'll check the teapot after Break poses that question, ah...]
Pay him no heed. He is simply groveling because he is defective.
[ seriously rhys get your golem arm under control it's freaking her out!! she'll (disgusted noise) away from him, floating to a corner of the room. ]
Might you fetch it for us, Rhys? You will note one of us is hard of seeing, and another with trauma still fresh on their mind. [ not that gil seemed too traumatized.. ] And.. I am feeling a bit odd.
[Yeah Gilbert has to bounce back from trauma fast or he'd never get anyhting done, honestly. ALSO, WHY IS HE STUCK HERE?? He should be going with Rhys, but no, now he's stuck with Morrigan and Break - the latter of which he shoots a mildly displeased look.]
At least wait twenty-four hours before making jokes.
[GOD.
But then, toward Morrigan:]
—Is it that strange effect? The post-execution one.
I think it's perfectly fine. I suspect Mikazuki and Kurisu will not be complaining.
[ because they deda. she eyes rhys as he heads out, then turns back to her friends (?). it was strange, to be a part of a group like this, something she was unfamiliar with. ]
I suspect so. Mikazuki was of Wrath much like myself. [ a tiny smirk. ] But now is a time of celebration, no? You are alive by sheer merit, Gilbert. I cannot imagine how you must feel.
Thank you. [Directed at Break. A SIGH. He'll take any reprieve he can get...
As for what Morrigan says:] ...I'm not really sure how I feel either, honestly. I wasn't expecting things to get that close in the first place, but I'm grateful for everyone who believed me.
[Team shady!! And Poland who was hilariously and surprisingly loud with her defense.]
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Whether they knock or just let themselves in (since his door is unlocked at the moment), they'll find Break at least being true to himself. He's wrapped up in the comforter of the second bed like a burrito, and he's holding a teacup and saucer in his hands. There's a teapot sitting to the side that Gilbert presumably brought, and a plate with sugar cubes (several of which are missing by now).
Honestly, it's hard to believe that Break is a middle-aged man sometimes. ]
Ah— [ Break is surprised, at least, since he's not exactly used to people coming to visit him. He's a true friendless loser. ] Rhys and Morrigan, right?
[ He's just asking to confirm, since he's fairly certain, but not 100%. ]
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But he'll look up once the door opens, not surprised to see that Break's anime blindness is right yet again.]
Mm, it's them.
[HELLO SHADY FRIENDS. The shady quartet is gathering now that the sun has gone down so they can power up.]
Er— sorry, I only brought two cups. [The important things.]
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[ morrigan would chuckle to herself about the breakrrito, but she's not feeling too hot; there were pangs ailing her entire body, making walking a bit of a chore. she knew from last week that several people who assumedly were associated with certain vices received a less than savory condition themselves, but being on the other side sucked. why'd you have to murder Mikazuki?? now all of team wrath was suffering
but she's here, and she's got rhys in tow as well; she had to fetch him herself because he's a bad dog sometimes. she floats to a corner of the room, not yet sitting, hugging herself in a failed attempt to allay some of her aches. ]
It is no trifle. We can simply count on Rhys to fetch us some, in the event we require more.
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Really? Me? Why not Gilbert? He put us all in this mess anyway.
[ rhys, no one chooses to be a suspect. either way, he's going to stand off to this corner and jerk at his robot arm a few times to get it to stop moving around. and if you think that's all rhys is going to say entirely? think again! he has to add something shitty on at the end, no matter what: ]
Plus, we all know how great he is at making coffee now.
[ that feel when no one thought you'd murder because you wouldn't ruin coffee like that ]
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...Is that your arm?
[ This would be a stupid question normally, but try not to make fun of his blindness too much here Rhys. As for the rest, Break at least sits up straighter and pulls the blanket off his head so that he looks less like a human burrito. ]
Do we even have enough tea left? [ Break already downed two cups and like half the sugar... ]
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[He'll just answer for Rhys because MAYBE HE'S STILL A LITTLE SALTY ABOUT BEING SOCKED IN THE GUT by a possessed robot arm! Maybe!! But this is fine...]
—And I didn't do that on purpose! If I could choose, being a suspect is the last thing I would want. [It's stressful! He lost ten years off his life!!
But he'll check the teapot after Break poses that question, ah...]
...We would have to get another pot.
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[ seriously rhys get your golem arm under control it's freaking her out!! she'll (disgusted noise) away from him, floating to a corner of the room. ]
Might you fetch it for us, Rhys? You will note one of us is hard of seeing, and another with trauma still fresh on their mind. [ not that gil seemed too traumatized.. ] And.. I am feeling a bit odd.
[ as in like full body pain odd ]
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I'm not defective.
[ but. oh that is actually a fairly reasonable request and even though he opens his mouth to argue, he just shakes his head and fine! fine! ]
Okay but if I drop it because my arm goes crazy and everyone hears it, it's all on you. All of you.
[ and then he turns to go but wait one more thing -- ]
Oh, and if there's bleach in the pot, that's on you too.
[ goooes?! goes. ]
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Now, now, don't steal other peoples' ideas, Rhys. If you're going to kill us, at least be original. ♥
[ Just saying!! ]
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At least wait twenty-four hours before making jokes.
[GOD.
But then, toward Morrigan:]
—Is it that strange effect? The post-execution one.
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[ because they deda. she eyes rhys as he heads out, then turns back to her friends (?). it was strange, to be a part of a group like this, something she was unfamiliar with. ]
I suspect so. Mikazuki was of Wrath much like myself. [ a tiny smirk. ] But now is a time of celebration, no? You are alive by sheer merit, Gilbert. I cannot imagine how you must feel.
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talk amongst yourselves. live a little. be shady.
he'll be back. ]
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Fine, fine, no more jokes~. I'll wait longer at least.
[ Because he'll definitely still make them... You can't keep him down Gilbert. ]
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Thank you. [Directed at Break. A SIGH. He'll take any reprieve he can get...
As for what Morrigan says:] ...I'm not really sure how I feel either, honestly. I wasn't expecting things to get that close in the first place, but I'm grateful for everyone who believed me.
[Team shady!! And Poland who was hilariously and surprisingly loud with her defense.]