[Game 21] Epilogue

[arsgoetia]

So, you get your Philly cheesesteak, and you head back on another train, returning to New York at fuck o'clock in the morning. Maybe you get a nap on the train, or maybe you're full of yawns and misery as you head back to Sariel's house at the crack of dawn. Paz went on her merry way with wonderful promises for the future, but Hale is with you, seeming remarkably energetic.

Madison is just barely held back by Kieran, it seems, from just sprinting out the door as soon as you get anywhere near the yard. As it stands, as soon as you all make your way past the gate, there's a redhead barreling down to greet you.

Comments

[monere]

Sure, I can see that. But you're feeling better now?

[onelastknight]

Much better.

[monere]

Awesome! That's good to hear, cause I've got a proposition for you.

[onelastknight]

Yes?

[monere]

[she brings up her hands, clenched into fists up on either side of her face, before opening them suddenly to do a very heartfelt display of spirit fingers]

Wanna make out?

[onelastknight]

[ P-PARDON. LOOKS QUITE FLUSTERED ] Ah— no I— the offer is flattering but I'm afraid I must. Decline. My apologies!

[monere]

[lmfao]

Aw, that's okay, I figured as much anyway.

[onelastknight]

[ fdgkjh ]

... You fought well today, incidentally.

[monere]

[... does seem, genuinely, honest-to-god flustered over that that]

Ah. Thanks. I mean, you too!