Flayn

[shortfornow]

Comments

[shortfornow]

[ He remembers seeing them standing close, and even holding hands.

He can't really do grief well, but he' will offer the flowers over to her instead. ]

Let's talk about your injuries then. What's the verdict on your wounds?

[fishingforcompliments]

[Flayn takes the flowers when he hands them to her, but doesn't seem to know what to do with them.]

I shall survive them. None of them are life-threatening.

[She brings up a hand to gesture at her face.]

Although, this will certainly leave a scar.

[shortfornow]

It won't take from your looks in the slightest.

[ Scars can look good. ]

What happened in there anyways?

[fishingforcompliments]

[Any other day - even yesterday! - she might have managed a laugh at that. Today, Flayn just nods slowly and just barely manages a small smile.

Thanks for trying, Dazai.]

...we saw things that were... almost from out of our memories, but twisted. There was music, and... [her brow furrows] It was... different, than the last place I broke into. There was something that seemed targeted at each one of us individually.

nyooms back here

[shortfornow]

Seems like some of them do target the people, while others don't. It was the same at the Arts and Crafts cabin.

[ Let's just keep her talking about this instead of... the person she lost ]

flops exhaustedly when will the heat stop sapping my energy

[fishingforcompliments]

It is probably because of the "residuals"...

[Having an explanation for it doesn't make her hate it any less though!]

looks at Cali heat when winter happens

[shortfornow]

[ That's a mood. ]

Maybe this place should invest in a deep clean system. I'm getting a little tired of the threats or promises of what can happen.

[fishingforcompliments]

...I am, as well. [BIG UGH.] At the very least, they ought to let us go so we can avoid... tainting it, or whatever it is that our presence here does.