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]

A friend of mine from back home. ...My best friend, even. [And that's not a lie. Regardless of what other feelings he may have, at the end of the day, he still cherishes Rean as a close friend.

But oh, hey. Shoulder pat. ...It's still close enough to a headpat to give Elliot some slight pause, but he tries to work past it.] Really, the only way you could sound more like him is if you could give speeches like this with a little more of a straight face, ha ha.

Anyway, it's... it's like I said. I'll try my best, but even thinking of it that way... it's not exactly easy to override everything you've always been telling you the exact opposite, you know?

But I'll do my best. For them. ...And for you.

[He offers Ayumu a tiny little smile - as genuine of one as he can manage.]

[godinsolitude]

I might be entirely serious, but even I know it's sappy sounding.

[He lets out a short laugh at that. This friend of Elliot's sounded like a regular cheeseball, to Ayumu.]

As long as you're trying, that's good enough I think. It's hard, thinking differently when you've thought the same way for what seems like forever. But the people around you can remind you of what you are capable of when you start to doubt.

[Goodness knows Hiyono would be the better choice to give Elliot this talk, given it was her specialty-- but he was Trying, ok.] Just do your best and you'll be fine.

[divertimento]

Ehehe. Doin' a little better than him, then.

[He sounds like a cheeseball? That's because he is!]

...Yeah. I mean, by now, you think I'd know that. [He sounds a bit guilty, now.] After all, you guys keep trying to remind me. Kinda makes it feel a bit worse when I keep slipping, you know? But... well. I'm not gonna get anywhere by holding myself to impossible standards.