IT'S MY PARTY! AND I'LL CRY IF I WANT TO, CRY IF I WANT TO

[fashionfever]

[One hour after the execution, prisoners who have gone back down to the dorm floor will find Angela waving outside the mess hall.]

In honor of what Akira definitely would have wanted and Vita probably at least would have laughed about, we're all having dinner together.

[There's pots of coffee, and glasses of soda, and something like garlic bread, and spaghetti, and it sounds like there's even more food cooking in the kitchen.]

This would be a great time to share anything you got from playing ET, too, you know? [She's just trying to start conversation about literally anything else...]

Comments

[theserpentsmiles]

...Yeah. Exercise sounds like...it might help. [At least get his mind off it. Rhythmic, familiar motions. Though something tells him knife drills aren't what she has in mind.]

[fashionfever]

Get some sleep, then make it happen bright and early tomorrow?

I burn most of my calories walking around the boutique handing around outfits... I've fallen behind in this dump, probably.

[theserpentsmiles]

[That....gives him an idea, actually.]

How much do you know about self-defense?

[fashionfever]

Kick 'em in the eyes or balls if they have 'em.

[said like, that's it.]

[theserpentsmiles]

Well, it's a start... Would you want to learn something more effective?

[fashionfever]

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Sure... They always tell me I should have an outlet for my temper...

[theserpentsmiles]

I can teach you the fundamentals. At least enougg to buy yourself time to escape in an emergency.