The Last Supper - Taisho Roman Revolution

[idolpro]

[ The elevator lets you out into a private room: from the decor, it is doubtlessly an enclave of the restaurant you saw earlier on screen.

Your phones have filled with a rather sizable rule list. ]

Comments

[hashtagaesthetic]

Well spotted.

[he's dying inside.]

[sonof]

[ he wants to say something helpful but there like

isn't anything in that realm in his head so

just leans on ]

[hashtagaesthetic]

[cuddles help. latches onto.]

[sonof]

[ ya ok. only hugs now ]

[hashtagaesthetic]

[thanks, dear.]

[sonof]

[ muffled into his chest ]

We're risking you now, supposedly.

[hashtagaesthetic]

That's how it goes.

[sonof]

Is it.

[hashtagaesthetic]

We're all at risk anyway. Even if we're worrying about redirects coming our way, don't you think the other units have also considered that possibility? Anyone we attack comes with the risk of a redirect. That's how the game is played.

[sonof]

If there were at least any way at all to keep our own safe--

[ well, but he has a bad track record with that now, doesn't he. ]

[hashtagaesthetic]

Then we would have tried that last round.

[sonof]

And now we're one down.

[hashtagaesthetic]

Yeah. We are. But our options are limited.

[sonof]

[ that's why everything sucks ]