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[the_tailor]

[Lance looks...well. Like he hasn't quite slept well for a few days. There's a big bag of candy next to him, though a good chunk of it is already gone. The candy wrappers in the background by his bed tell enough of what's happened to them.]

So. Uh. That masquerade! Yeah, that was a heck of a time. It was great to meet so many of you there. Nothing like a good old party to bring people together, right?

[He pauses. Looks thoughtful. Pops another piece of candy in his mouth.]

Those masks were...really something. Some of them were magic, weren't they? Yeah, that was...fascinating. And stuff.

[Another piece of candy.]

...My stomach hurts.


[Text - Private to Hunk]

bro. buddy. dude.

I am in some serious shit right now.

help me.

Comments

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

... You can just say you don't want to talk about it, you know.

[Rita is, as usual, in blunt mode.]

[the_tailor]

Yeah, but that sounds kind of rude.

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

.... Yeah, so?

[This is Rita, she's kinda the king of blunt.]

You may as well give an answer, though, if it's getting at you this bad.

[the_tailor]

Hey, I'm not gonna just blab on about my love life problems to a girl I just unsuccessfully tried to hit on! That's just...weird.

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

Meh. I guess. But if it's got you this worked up, you should probably talk to someone.

[the_tailor]

Yeah, I've got my best bud in the universe to hear my idiodicy out, so there's that. Um, thanks though for the advice anyway?

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

Right.

I think there's a therapist around somewhere, too?