AFTER TRIAL

[whiterosefoes]

[Well then. After that horrifying end to the trial, Harriet is in kind of a panic mode, and with nothing really to work down from it. She imagines everyone else is the same way. Krone had previously seemed like the meeting-holding-adult type, but that was obviously shot to hell now. As the murdergame veteran, should she step up? Even though it hardly feels that way, when nothing had been like this.

Eventually, she can be found reluctantly pasting up a notice on the back of some sheet music.]

Meeting in the parlour.

[She thought about writing, "for information gathering", or maybe, "for story telling", since they need to make some actual progress, or since Akko liked stories. In the end, though, she doesn't want to discourage any particular types, so she just leaves it at that and brings her bowl of weird fruits for those who would rather try their luck with these than horror foods that possibly come out of killer muppets.]

Comments

[relieable]

[probably... Osomatsu did not even think about that. but of course, Franciscus is like a plant type pokémon, so he'd definitely need the sun!]

Hmph. [he's pouting now, but at least he looks like there's some life in him again] I'll bet those Stewards just stay indoors and worship their bats and spiders all day. They probably don't even know what sunlight is.

[silvertongueheir]

They don't seem to know what many things are. [Is he still a little bitter about the plumbing/"plums" thing? Yeah probably.] They'd probably hole themselves up in their rooms if the sun ever breaks through those clouds.

[relieable]

Like vampires! Soul-eating vampires!

[silvertongueheir]

[Ugh, right, those soul orbs...] If only they actually were...the classical mythological vampire is weak to many common objects, after all. [If only they could get some garlic.]

[relieable]

[he'll find that kitchen, dammit]

Ugh. [he slumps against Franciscus again. Osomatsu seems like he's bouncing back, despite everything that happened. now he's tired and hungry] I think... I'm gonna turn in early.

[silvertongueheir]

[Franciscus allows that, rubbing Osomatsu's arm gently. It's an understandable reaction, honestly.] Do you want something to eat before that? There's some food available at the meeting.

[relieable]

[right... the meeting. Osomatsu still does not want to go.

he leans away, sighing sadly. he's at war with himself, his hunger versus his fear of the group]

Maybe... tomorrow.

[silvertongueheir]

Alright. [His voice is softer now.] I still have a jar of pickles I didn't bring to the meeting, so if you're just worried about talking to the others I can share those.

[relieable]

[ah... Franciscus is really sweet sometimes. Osomatsu turns to smile softly at him]

Okay. Thanks. [he rubs Fransiscus' back and then gets to his feet]

[silvertongueheir]

[Franciscus leads the way to his room, where he's folded down one of the shelves to temporarily store the jar of pickles. He's glad he didn't just bring that to the meeting as well.]

Go ahead, help yourself.

[relieable]

[he didn't think he would get to eat them right now. but. all right.

he gives Franciscus a quick look before taking one out of the jar.

no, he's not going to make any weird jokes about this. he is just going to devour the pickle because he's HUNGRY]

[silvertongueheir]

[Look, you shouldn't go to bed on an empty stomach, right? Franciscus is going to nibble slightly at a pickle himself. He's also hungry, but he's trying to keep his dignity anyways.]

[relieable]

[fine, he has enough dignity for the both of them, as Osomatsu inhales pickle after pickle. he eats about five before he remembers that these are not his pickles. ah, well. that should be enough. at least he won't pass out.

and, hey, he feels a lot better!]

Those weren't bad. [wiping his fingers off on his jeans] I don't eat pickles a lot, except for when it's a garnish.

[silvertongueheir]

[Technically, they're not Franciscus' pickles, either. But it's not like they have anyone's name written on them, so they might as well enjoy.]

I suppose this situation makes plenty of foods we'd normally ignore much more attractive. [He's also drank coffee without any cream or sugar.]

[relieable]

[how barbaric!]

You're tellin' me. If I never see one of those egg soul thingies again, it'll be too soon. [shudder]

[silvertongueheir]

Indeed. I wonder how they expect us to keep eating them after learning their true origin. [Even Ambrosine seemed mostly to want to try and talk to them instead.]

[relieable]

I just wonder what they're doing to us. [he had several last week! he's still scared they are growing inside of him, like an alien egg]

[silvertongueheir]

[That's why Franciscus didn't eat the wriggly part, you know. He wishes he could offer more comfort than just having to trust what the Stewards said about nothing growing inside them.]

Some kind of effect that would have taken multiple sittings, I hope. [He reaches out to rub his fingers over the back of Osomatsu's hand again.] We'll...we'll get through it together, whatever it is.

[relieable]

[such a touch is comforting, and Osomatsu settles down again. he can only think of what it must be like for the other guests, who don't have anyone to confide in. his eyes narrow slightly.

what happens if he doesn't eat those things, though? will he wither away? ...that might be preferable to staying here. but he doesn't want to leave Franciscus alone]

Yeah... [a slight huff as he begins to head out of the small room] I'll see you tomorrow.

[silvertongueheir]

[Well, at least they can still get other kinds of food out of the skeleton wheel. It might be the only thing they can rely on now. Franciscus nods as Osomatsu is about to leave, before quickly lifting his hand and pressing a light kiss to his knuckles. Though he does glance around to make sure no one else is there before doing so.]

As well I. Sleep well, alright?

[relieable]

[dude. dude. that was kind of cute. also kind of silly? either way, Osomatsu is flushing a deep red color]

Y-you're so embarrassing sometimes.

[but he grins anyway. that simple gesture has him feeling lighter than air. before Franciscus can answer, and possibly get even more romantic on him, he darts out of the room to make his way to his own, throwing himself on his bed. aaaaaaaa]

[silvertongueheir]

[He's a flirt by nature. It only gets worse when he's actually fallen for someone. Franciscus grins back anyways as he watches Osomatsu head back to his room. Ah...if there's anything he can be happy about here, it's this. He doesn't deserve Osomatsu's friendship, even, but here they are anyways.]