[Zelgadis somewhere outside on College Island, sitting on the ground with a shitty beer in hand and staring off distantly at the sea of lava before him. Seeing Lu Bixing nearby, he glances up, then gives a simple nod of acknowledgement. Enough to signal that he doesn't mind if he sticks around. This is a pretty good spot for sitting around angstily; he recommends it.]
after a long moment, he'll come to drop down next to him. lu bixing's got...a weed.... in his hand... wow.... but otherwise seems to just be okay. he just looks very tired. ]
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Week 1, Saturday
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after a long moment, he'll come to drop down next to him. lu bixing's got...a weed.... in his hand... wow.... but otherwise seems to just be okay. he just looks very tired. ]
Hi, Zelgadis. What a mess, huh...?
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Another narrow success, though it... doesn't really feel like one.
[glancing over. weed?]
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...I have a feeling that - if this continues, none of these will ever really feel like a success. If the last two were any indication.
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[He takes a long drink from his shitty beer.]
I suppose I'm the idiot here if I let something like this catch me off guard.
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You and I both, friend. [ ... ] Did you talk to her at all? Tonight.
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Did you?
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[ ... ] I could barely get her to talk to me, so... you're right.
[ my murder daughter :((( ]
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I'll leave it at that, then. I have no need to pry into the personal affairs of a girl about to face death.