he is just vibing somewhere, probably in the rec room. sitting in one of those bean bag chairs with frumpkin in his lap, purring away at all the petting.]
Gojou. At least we didn't fucking scapegoat you for the death of your own boyfriend.
[he may not have a choice. Frumpkin, who tires of Mollymauk's obsession, gets off of his lap and goes over to put tiny paws on one of his legs. Attention.]
Sometimes the answer is just the simple one, seems like.
Why would I bring it up if I didn’t want you to see it!
[ He laughs before gently picking up the cat. Here you go, have kitty back and follow him.
He leads to his room and at the desk is an arrange of colored roses, representing different people gone (except for murder bot, then the newly dead). There’s also an extra blue rose and an herb? Don’t worry about that.
The flowers cup a bundle of offerings... incense, fruit, snacks, and tea. Beau’s favorite boobie stress balls are placed near her rose, too. ]
It’s not a proper grave or anything and it’s annoying that it’s in my room, but better than out there and getting trashed on purpose or accident.
[He takes Frumpkin back and goes back to petting him, with his. dumb curse. It's fine. Eventually Frumpkin just crawls beneath the collar of his coat to escape for a while.
Molly is quiet for a bit, especially when they get to the memorial - just observing. Reaching out to touch some of the petals of the flowers lightly. He doesn't look particularly sad or. Particularly anything, really?
After a moment he takes out the blue ribbon he's been keeping in his pocket, tying it around the stem of the rose.]
You should put it out. Anyone trashes it I'll slice them to ribbons, yes?
[ Gojou looks at the makeshift memorial he made, unfortunately imagining it ransacked because everyone has their biases. The thought doesn't hurt him much since it's really comfort for the living... But it'd be work ruined. ]
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w3, saturday! post-trial
My liege, helloooo.
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he is just vibing somewhere, probably in the rec room. sitting in one of those bean bag chairs with frumpkin in his lap, purring away at all the petting.]
Gojou. At least we didn't fucking scapegoat you for the death of your own boyfriend.
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[ Despite it all, Gojou can see the situation is ridiculous. And aww it's a kitty. He won't pet right away. ]
It actually caught me off guard when suspicion rose on me, but I guess it wouldn't be weird since I did strangle Omi a bit on Thursday.
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[he may not have a choice. Frumpkin, who tires of Mollymauk's obsession, gets off of his lap and goes over to put tiny paws on one of his legs. Attention.]
Sometimes the answer is just the simple one, seems like.
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[ Some of it is still weird to him, but! Simple. Hello, little one. Gojou squats so he can gently scritch under Frumpkin’s chin. Good kitty. ]
I don’t blame them for voting, but it’s still ridiculous. [ HUFF. ] Oh, yeah, I finished the memorial. Kind of. I need to add more flowers now.
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[He sounds light enough, but. his face sort of falls.]
... Can I see it?
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[ He laughs before gently picking up the cat. Here you go, have kitty back and follow him.
He leads to his room and at the desk is an arrange of colored roses, representing different people gone (except for murder bot, then the newly dead). There’s also an extra blue rose and an herb? Don’t worry about that.
The flowers cup a bundle of offerings... incense, fruit, snacks, and tea. Beau’s favorite boobie stress balls are placed near her rose, too. ]
It’s not a proper grave or anything and it’s annoying that it’s in my room, but better than out there and getting trashed on purpose or accident.
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Molly is quiet for a bit, especially when they get to the memorial - just observing. Reaching out to touch some of the petals of the flowers lightly. He doesn't look particularly sad or. Particularly anything, really?
After a moment he takes out the blue ribbon he's been keeping in his pocket, tying it around the stem of the rose.]
You should put it out. Anyone trashes it I'll slice them to ribbons, yes?
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[ Gojou looks at the makeshift memorial he made, unfortunately imagining it ransacked because everyone has their biases. The thought doesn't hurt him much since it's really comfort for the living... But it'd be work ruined. ]
Pride would hurt me if I take too many flowers.
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I don't know about that. Pride isn't so bad, really. Would probably understand this purpose.
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[ Oof. ]
I'll still ask, then move these all somewhere outside.
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[I mean. Sure. He didn't argue exactly, but.]
I'll be glad to see it! And others can add what they like as well. I think it'll be good.
[patting gojou on the shoulder.]
. . . Thank you.
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Staying alive is all the thanks I need, my liege.