someday we will foresee obstacles / through the blizzard

[lmafo]

[ About an hour after the trial ends, maybe an hour and a half, there's a series of notes written in pink that end up slid under everyone's doors. No pomp, just a slid note and a knock at the door before Roxy moves to the next one. ]

aight so
if you guys want uh
there's food and drinks and stuff all chilling in the caf
no presh, just
fuck
we probs shouldnt be alone rn

- rolal and marisa

[ And indeed, set out in the dining room, there's a bunch of pretty basic sandwiches (she's a scientist, not a chef, what do you want from her), some drinks from the bar set out on a nearby table courtesy of Marisa, and uh. A single cake, set out on its own table. It's not the most visually impressive thing in the world, but Roxy worked real hard on it, okay? It's chocolate, even, with chocolate frosting also.

Piped onto the top of the cake in rough pink icing letters is "eat me pls," so. At least you know what to do with it. ]

Comments

[dejabrew]

Yeah, it was. He'd- he'd just finished them.

...I should've woken up.

[le_mat]

Why would you even think to, you were asleep or mostly asleep. It's not your fault.

[dejabrew]

He was in our room. J asked us both to stay the night, just so that this wouldn't happen.

[He's like a doll with drained batteries. He can't even muster up the energy to be mad at himself anymore, he just kind of slumps onto the table with his head on his arms.]

I let them both down, and now Max is...

[le_mat]

...

[He reaches over and grips Bolton's shoulder]

Bolton, Max was his own person, and you're not responsible for his choices. You try your best to be there for others, you try to give them good advice, you try to protect them. But in the end you can't take everything they do on yourself. You're just one guy.

[He knows he's the biggest hypocrite here]

[dejabrew]

I know. I know that, but... I should've been able to do more.

[You'll wear yourself to death thinking like that.]

[le_mat]

You can't say you know, then right after argue it.

[He crosses his arms, brow raised]

[dejabrew]

[He huffs.]

Thanks, Granddad.

[le_mat]

[He too huffs, almost amused but too... everything to manage it]

I'd make a damn good silver fox, shut up.

[dejabrew]

Yeah, give it about thirty, forty years, we'll see.