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]

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.