Game 2, Day 3

[kentucky_mcgiygas]

[ Did everybody sleep well? At promptly 6 AM, or at least what the tablets proclaim to be 6 AM, Ronald bursts in with the morning announcements. ]

Good morning, kids! Today we have a fantastic new game for you to play, and we think you'll have a lot of fun! It's fun, it's a classic, iiiiiiiiit's



[ The feed switches off, but only for a second before flicking back on so Ronald can add: ]

Oh, by the way, Seven died trying to escape.

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[jinglebros]

This isn't my real hair colour, you know.

[ She probably knows, Santa. ]

I like loose and messy.

[ He accepts the glass of water and just drinks it without really thinking about it at this point. ]

[meatitfeedson]

[No, actually... It's her natural colour.]

Really? That's a shame, we could actually look related otherwise.

[Something that would go well loose and messy then... She comes across a deep grey suit and a cerulean blue shirt and holds them up together for him to judge.]

[jinglebros]

If I keep it, we look related. Good reasoning to keep dying my hair, huh?

[ He gives a big thumbs up to the clothes. ]

We should find a couple just for variety.

[meatitfeedson]

Ahh, good point! That must be tough for upkeep.

[She's glad she came with a suitcase, having planned to be away for a few days already. But a few sets would be good not just for variety but for the sake of clean clothes. So in particular she pulls a few more shirts for him, a purple like June's dress among them.]

Of course, we can't forget why we really came here.

[jinglebros]

True, true. You find what you're making me wear while I look around a bit more?

[ He may be planning to hide between the array of clothes and cry a little. He doesn't want her to see that, or anyone else. ]

[meatitfeedson]

Sure, take your time.

[Don't think she doesn't have some idea what's going on. She knows that trick. But she also knows he should let it out, and doesn't need to be made self-conscious about it. So she purposefully wanders around the corner to give some space and act like she doesn't know a thing.]

[jinglebros]

[ He pretends like he's looking at clothes and then once she's gone around the corner, crawls underneath some of the hung up clothes and lets it out. He's good at crying quietly, but he's still self conscious about it, so he only lets it happen for a couple minutes before trying to calm himself down.

Unfortunately that's kind of failing because ordering himself to 'calm the hell down' makes it worse and worse. and he starts hiccuping and making a mess of sound and tears. So much for crying quietly. ]

[meatitfeedson]

[That presents a problem. He might want to be left alone, but pretending she doesn't hear might only make her look insensitive, like she doesn't care. Hell, it would be awkward if they both knew but didn't say a thing.

So she decides on middle ground. She quietly finds where he is to crouch down just behind him and wrap her arms around him without a word, chin on his shoulder.]

[jinglebros]

[ He puts his hands on her arms and clutches, closing his eyes as the tears continue to fall. The noises calm down some at her presence but he still hiccups, trying but failing to breath properly. ]

[meatitfeedson]

[One of her special skills is being able to stay like this as long as needed. She can sit on her feet for hours thanks to tea ceremonies, and she knows about needing a good long cry.

The ragged breathing is another thing though, there's not much she can do about it, but she does at least rub circles on his back with her palm, hoping it's even a little bit calming.]

[jinglebros]

[ It is calming and after a few minutes his breathing steadies. Finally he wipes at his eyes with a nearby coat and manages to dry them. ] I'm okay now. [ He says, his voice gruff from the crying but very thankful for her. ] I promise.

[meatitfeedson]

You don't have to promise anything. If it comes on again, I'm not going to call you a liar.

[She kisses his head before pulling back.]

[jinglebros]

Okay.

[ Small voice, then he crawls back out from under the racks. ]