trustfell Room 12 threads/Case 4 death thread

[feistytrader]

Week 1, Tuesday
Week 1, Post-trial
Week 2, Post-trial
Week 4, Sunday
Week 4, Tuesday
Week 4, Thursday Night

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[uncouthhatcher]

We will.

[It's a little uncertain because the conditions are... pretty dire, honestly. And he's not Crys about this; they both know someone's gonna snap sometime, it's the whole reason they've got each other the way they do. And their burn book.

But they will make it out, one way or another.]

... Do you know who your mom is? Or is it just your dad.

[feistytrader]

...Just my dad.

[And maybe it's better if he doesn't find out.]

[uncouthhatcher]

Good! Then my mom's still your mom.

[... Is that weird to say. That feels weird to say. He'll move on, knocking a fist back against the door.]

Anyway, it's not like I don't wanna save the world, I just...

[...]

We're doin' it every year it feels like, you know? Something's always happenin'! We don't get to reap the rewards any! I feel like I haven't seen you and Crys in forever, you're both always too busy doin'... Crys and Silver things. I ain't like you two. [He doesn't have a purpose he's gunning after.] But if the world's in trouble, you know I'm the first to jump in. You can't get rid of me.

[feistytrader]

No, of course not. [...] If anything, I know we can take those guys out with you around. You might mess around, but you're reliable.

[Gold's his first pick. He gently opens the door.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[Aw, Silver, that's gay. Gold'll look up at him when he opens it, moving to lean back on his hands.]

So are you ready to admit that I'm the stronger of us yet?

[feistytrader]

I'm gonna shower. Can you stop leaning against the door?

[Not in a million years, Gold.]

[uncouthhatcher]

Say I'm better than you and I will.

[Say it.]

[feistytrader]

[You know, he's not even going to respond. He's just going to toss his jacket over Gold's head and start unzipping his pants.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[-- BUDDY]

Dude, seriously?! It ain't like you take long showers anyway, what's the damn rush?!

[feistytrader]

It's late.

[The pants are off! Now here comes the shirt...]

[uncouthhatcher]

[NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNdammit he's going to lay on the bed, fuck that, he's also going to toss a goddamn cream puff at silver]

I'm gonna have a talk with your big sis about manners and your lack of 'em.

[feistytrader]

Big sis will be proud of me.

[Thanks for the free cream puff, though. He's closing the door and heading in the shower!]