Day 9

[kentucky_mcgiygas]

[ The wall that once led to the jungle set opens up again. However, it now leads to… well… it's a hospital ward of sorts. Whether you actually want to use it is up to you, but the first person to head in there will find a box containing a first aid kit with extra bandages and ointment sitting on one of the bunks. ]

[ The tablets are also offering every player in the game a chance to choose a Blu-Ray or boxset from their homeworld (or a similar one). Once selected, it will be delivered to your dressing room. ]

[ And of course there's a new game! ]

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[chosemyfate]

[ As he thinks about how to as this, he raises his hand to make another glass. (...yeah he's not even paying attention to what he's drinking, whether it's vodka or whiskey or rum, at this point. It's alcohol, right? That's all that matters. He raises it to down it quickly.

Another bout of coughing from it. ...Ok, what was this one? Vodka? It's strong... And drank it far too quickly.

Maybe he'll ask about self-sacrifice another day.]

[jinglebros]

Stop drinking, come on. You're going to suffer tomorrow. You're suffering right now.

[ Santa grabs Corrin's chair and starts trying to tug it away from the bar. It's the only thing he can think of to do. ]

[chosemyfate]

I'm- [hiccups.] I'm fine... [Totally not suffering now. What on earth are you talking about, Santa?


When his chair was tugged back, he's leaning further on the bar.]

I'm just about to get myself set for the game. [He's going to lean on the bar a lot as he took to getting up from his chair. Why was walking feeling like he was on one those ships in sea? ]

[jinglebros]

...if you don't stop drinking, I'm going to start. Do you want that?

[ It's a moderate threat, actually, considering how much Santa was already suffering from drinking the night before. ]

I'm not letting you drink yourself to death alone.

[ He puts an arm around Corrin to try to support him because the man looks very wobbly. ]

Please, let me take you somewhere where you can just rest.

[chosemyfate]

P-please don't... [Well, that does have his attention, anything but people he loves suffering!]

[He gives up the fight and let the glass be put aside. He doesn't even pull away from the arm wrapping around him. ]

[jinglebros]

Come on, okay? Tell me what's wrong, at least.

[ He presses a kiss against Corrin's forehead. ]

I'm not leaving. I'm right here.

[chosemyfate]

... [ As reassuring as the kiss to his forehead was, his eyes began to tear up. ]

Maybe you won't. But he might, though...

[jinglebros]

What?

[ ....oh. He puts the pieces together. ]

....you figured it out, huh?

[ He sighs. ]

I didn't want to tell you because I wanted him to tell you. Please don't be mad.

[chosemyfate]

... [Just stares elsewhere. Anywhere but at Aoi.]

I'm not. I couldn't resent him. [Or You, Aoi. ] Ever.

[ Corrin just doesn't understand why. Did he do something?]

That is the case, and yet... [A hand raised up to cover his eyes as he sighed. He's... tired. Sad. Tired. ] ...It still hurts, somehow.

[jinglebros]

[ Frowns when Corrin doesn't look at him. He doesn't believe him about the lack of resentment. ]

It hurts because you don't know why he didn't do it.

Look, do you want to talk about this somewhere else? I've got some ideas about why. But I don't think you're in the shape to talk about it here and I definitely don't want you near the bar anymore.

[chosemyfate]

[ ...He's right. Santa is right. About both things, really.

Corrin would not resist if he was tugged by the other man, at this moment. He only manages to nod numbly. ]

....I'm sorry.

[jinglebros]

Why are you sorry? You're reacting to something upsetting. I'd react like this too. I have reacted like this.

[ He does tug on Corrin again. ]

Come on, sweet dragon.

[ He never uses terms of endearment seriously, so feel special, Corrin. ]

[chosemyfate]

[The endearment at least was managing to make him smile more genuinely...

He's going to follow that tug, despite his wobbling and needing to lean on Santa a bit in the process. Don't worry, he'll attempt to hold his own weight! ]

[jinglebros]

How far do you think you can make it? That decides where we can go.

[ He slips an arm around Corrin to support his weight better. ]

If you don't think you can make it as far as your dressing room, we'll just hide in the middle of some clothing racks. I've found that to be pretty useful.

[chosemyfate]

I will manage the dressing room... But perhaps this might help, too. Let's see...

[He had an idea! As much as he enjoyed the arm around him... (It did feel comforting.) Maybe this could work better for both of them?

In a glow, Corrin shifts into his dragon. The creature had to lean against Santa's legs for a second before it stood on all fours. ]

[jinglebros]

[ Santa leans down and scoops the dragon up, settling Corrin against his shoulder. ]

Yeah, this probably is better. [ He pets him softly and starts walking again. ] Let's go.