PC: YUEL

[headmt]

my shitpost mines are empty i will go digging soon

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[fluffier]

[ sometimes you are baby

His response surprises her though, and when she replies it's not her usual prying tone, it's a little more gentle. ]

... Yeah. Is it about Beau...?

[headmt]

Mm, about Beau. About a few other things.

[He sniffs. Not in like, a cry way, just in that way where you're having trouble phrasing something. Head not empty, just full of incommunicable thoughts, maybe.]

Just wanted a little more time with some people, is all. And I'm sure-- We'll fix it, I'm not going to give in and just curl up and die. Just not used to regretting things.

[fluffier]

Me neither. Kinda feels like the more people ya care about and the more ya try to do... The more ya screw up.

[ She frowns, kind of like she's this close to asking to speak to the manager of life. ]

But ya wouldn't be here if ya didn't have determination. We'll all get back to our friends.

[headmt]

My, if that isn't exactly the problem. You have a good way of cutting to the heart of it.

[Please speak to the manager of life for us, Yuel? We don't deserve you.]

You've got friends waiting for you?

[fluffier]

I lived on a ship with over a hundred other people. I might not be close with all of them, but some of 'em I've known a really long time.

[ they're finally getting to the opium den now, she's going to place him on the couch before collapsing ]

They're a really tough bunch though. So I ain't worried about 'em.

[headmt]

[Placed! He looks very much like he belongs here, with all his shiny jewelry and extravagant coat. Posing on the couch like a french marquesian girl.]

A ship? Ocean and everything? You are a fascinating one, aren't you?

[fluffier]

[ he looks so cozy! ]

No, there wasn't an ocean. All the islands where I come from float in the sky, so our ship kinda... flew?

What about you? Ya didn't spend all yer time at the carnival, didja?