[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

[defendless]

[wrapped up in blankets, looking half-asleep on a couch or something but

spots Sariel and makes grabby hands. c'mere.]

Mister.

[psychopompous]

[seems a bit startled, but goes over to him obediently]

Do you need to be healed?

[defendless]

Zeno never needs to be healed.

[except like. emotionally. but let's not talk about that.]

Sit with Zeno?

[psychopompous]

[he frowns a little, but sinks down beside him]

[defendless]

[sacrifices one of his blankets to wrap it around Sariel.]

[psychopompous]

[seems like he might protest, but then just shivers and sinks down into that]

[defendless]

[leans against him wordlessly, this is good and fine and don't worry.]

[psychopompous]

[. . . grumbling a little. but I guess. cuddled.]

[defendless]

[yes good accept his love and support mister grouchy pigeon

it's his turn]

[psychopompous]

. . .

[almost immediately starts to drift off, leaning against him]

[defendless]

[good, good. waits for him to drift most of the way off, then dozes off too.]

[liarliarliar]

[SNAPS PICTURES

THIS IS IDEAL]