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...]

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[fashionfever]

[fingergun] Got it in one.

[she's heard her last name more times the past week than her entire life. but hey at least nobody is saying her first husband's surname]

[toushiro]

Right.

[ what is with all these anime boys ]

You look like you need a glass of water.

[fashionfever]

[purses her lips]

If you wanna carry it over, I won't say no.

[she's proud she didn't say "if you can reach the shelf"]

[toushiro]

Hang on.

[ it's a good thing she didn't say it because we'd have another dead body already

anyway, he's going to reach up and just barely pull an empty cup off from the shelf before filling it up with water. he looks pretty disgruntled about it being so high up. ]

[fashionfever]

[She stretches her arms all the way out to receive the cup since it looks like he's straining his arms a lot reaching that far.]

...thank you.

[Holding it quietly.]

Did you manage to get yourself some of the food already?