ain't no party like a murdergame afterparty, cw: some mentions of alcohol

[originallutece]

[--cuz a murdergame afterparty is horrifying and sad and possibly a little threatening if Mahiro insists on bringing his gun with him, please don't do that buddy.

Honestly, guys, we're running out of cooks at this rate. But it's nice to gather after horrifying events, and so while Rosalind's cooking skills are absolutely terrible, her alcohol-pouring skills are a little better. Come have a glass of wine or three and ruminate on the fact that there's only fourteen of us left.]

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[divertimento]

[Her words connect and ring true, but it's not with the stabbing terror such a thought once held. Just a resigned understanding.

Still, he nods.]

It's... it's okay. [To everything, really.] You don't have to help me. I pushed it here, I can push it back. I-it's not like I can't use the exercise, right...?

[gyakusatsu]

[She was about to release Elliot from hugs, but that last part hits a strange chord with her and she just holds onto him for a little longer as she laughs. It's not exactly a happy sounding laugh, she still feels too drained for that, but it's a laugh nonetheless.]

I think I can let you off the hook today, scamp. [She lets go, smiling.] It'll be faster this way and afterwards we can find Ayumu-kun and Hiyono-chan. ....Or maybe we should leave the two lovebirds alone, huh? You could teach me how to play a song on one of those instrument things opstairs.

[divertimento]

Ehehe. [Looks like the gentle ribbing at Ayumu and Hiyono has earned about the same sort of laugh from Elliot.] Sure, why not? Don't know how great of a teacher I'll be, but I can do my best.

[gyakusatsu]

I have nothing but the highest faith in you.

[Stated light heartedly, but she means it completely seriously. With that said, she begins to push the mattress back towards mourning room 2.0.]