QUASIPLATONICROMANTIC NOT-MESS

[chanteuser]

i'm still wheezing y'all

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[antaressnipe]

[Chiron is on the floor

... with a knife in hand, and a piece of wood, quietly whittling. It isn't anything of note, or shape, but the motion soothes him]

We will have to see what tomorrow brings. All things considered, I feel we did well.

[chanteuser]

I'm surprised that "imagine you have a village" task turned out as well as it did.

[antaressnipe]

Yes, that could have gone far more poorly than it did, though I do think it helped it was a hypothetical at heart.

[or so he assumes]

[chanteuser]

[ just calling that out: ]

We hope.

But a peaceful co-existence with a few crab cultists and a spa isn't too bad.

[antaressnipe]

No, it isn't.

[... Though briefly his head pops up from his work, staring at all three]

By the way -- None of you were injured in the skirmish, were you?

[arkitect]

It would take some doing to truly injure me, in that form.

[he's fiiine.]

[antaressnipe]

[A faint look of amusement]

Truthfully, I meant the other two, but it would be unfair to disregard your health just in case.

[Emet you OP bastard]

[robopriest]

Only the one scratch which you took care of. The rest of me is fine.

[Says Hansa even though he still has bite marks from weeks ago from the mosasaurus. Also Treasure is here because I say so. She just curls herself up against Chiron.]

[antaressnipe]

[Ah, a sweetheart. He will give her a scratch against her ear while he responds to Hansa]

Very good. I would have been cross otherwise.

... Not that the skirmish was impressive...

[All of them just OP bastards]

[chanteuser]

I avoided any injuries.

[ she was flying, after all ]

[antaressnipe]

Good. I am grateful.

[So that's no one he needs to bandage, and his eyes drop back to his piece of wood, watching it slowly disappear as it's whittled down to nothing.

A sigh, and he will look out a window if there's one.]

Our last night here, then... if we are fortunate... [Honestly he's more talking to himself at this point]

[arkitect]

...we will simply have to see.

[not quite looking at him, still on his back, staring at the ceiling.]

[robopriest]

Hey.

[And a frown, as he turns his head towards Chiron, then to Emet.]

I don't want you to think about that. We're here now, okay?

[He sits up slightly.]

Chiron...do you want us to sit with you?

[chanteuser]

[ she’s already going to sit with chiron, farewell all. it’s snuggle the horse time. ]

[antaressnipe]

[Opening his mouth automatically to say "No", he's fine, he's just lost in his thoughts--

But hey, here is Alex. His shuts his mouth immediately and just waits patiently for her to get comfortable, relaxing into a smile]

... If you all would like. I do not mind.

[robopriest]

[He smiles wide at Alex just going for it.]

[He squeezes Emet's hand, before he gives him a meaningful look - letting go and grabbing a blanket, he moves to sit next to Chiron as well, leaning against him as he slides a blanket over the centaur's back.]

I don't mind at all.

[arkitect]

[...well, all right.

he doesn't say anything; he just exhales a long sigh after hansa gets up, pushing himself off of the bed. he'll let hansa be next to alex, but he fits himself somewhere that he's leaning against both chiron and hansa.

the pile is accepted, this time.]