IC Inbox 2 (Imeeji)

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And AlcheME?

[deicider]

AlcheME's cute, they'll probably be fine.

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Honestly?

[deicider]

[Shrugs.]

Who talked to you about it?

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[He holds up a hand.]

You thought what AlcheME did was 'cute'?

[deicider]

Of course not. I just mean they're not suddenly going to be a 'bad' team.

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[Long suffering sigh, Cardinal.


Long suffering sigh.]

[deicider]

Cardinal rolls their glass between their hand and then takes a drink.]

Emet-Selch. You know my preferences as far as strategy goes. I'm not going to tell you it's any better in terms of. satisfaction. Good behavior doesn't keep you from getting screwed—quite the opposite. And no one even agrees on what 'good behavior' in a game even is. Dying politely gets frowned on almost as much as playing aggressively.

The only person who needs to be satisfied with your decisions is you. Are you?

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I do not regret my decision nor would I change it. And while I could care less what the masses at large think, being called a martyr by Levity and being blamed as if I personally selected that six units would die is a bit much, don't you think?

[deicider]

Oh... [Levity!!!] Yes. I'm sorry.

[firstworldproblem]

What are you apologizing for? You did not accuse me of such.

But I am rather sour about it.

[deicider]

I knkw it's painful.

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[He leans over to kiss Cardinal's forehead.]

I will survive it.

Tell me. Had Baritones not played hard, do you imagine the game would have gone any better?

[deicider]

It may not have gone as worse. But you saw how easily everyone jumped... Either wqy it would have been the same. Some units quietly giving up, otherz scrambling to get ahead. Your crime was being too obvious.

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[He laughs.]

I was worried I wouldn't be able to tell which was mine. And it seemed more fair than playing at a guessing game. Do you know how many 'sins' we have?

[deicider]

Yeah, I don't think I picked out you or Cosmo. You have almost as many as you have enemies, I suspect.

[firstworldproblem]

'Tis our fate it seems.

Now, you were quite injured in the last game. What would make your day better?

[deicider]

No, it's not.

[Cardinal is very firm with that pronouncement. They finish their drink and lightly lean against Emet-Selch.]

Since walking is a pain, just let me stay in bed with you.

[firstworldproblem]

So adamant.

[But he does close his eyes briefly with a smile, appreciating the sentiment.]

A nice warm bath for you and then staying with me. How does that sound?

[deicider]

It's the truth. It will be behind you one day.

[They raise an eyebrow.]

A bath? Alright.

[firstworldproblem]

Not without more blood, sweat, and probably tears. But we'll get there.

I thought you liked water.

[deicider]

I suppose your bathtub is a more impressive body of water than most. Are you going to come with me?

[firstworldproblem]

I'm going to be administering it. When was the last time someone washed your hair for you? Also it would be rather unkind of me to not watch over you due to your balance at present.

[deicider]

[They blink, but do seem quite perked at the prospect.]

I don't know. That does sound nice. But don't make it sound like I'm going to drown in a bathtub.

[firstworldproblem]

I'm more worried about you slipping on the tile.

[He does stand and offer a hand.]

I would carry your normally, but I don't think my back could take it.