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AlcheME! - SATURDAY NOON PST

[ The bar is unit-colored with light unit paraphernalia, although it's all just for show. Fortunately, comfort isn't part of the unit aesthetic this time—all seats are cushioned, whether the booth seats or the bar stools, comfy and lush. Idols can sit anywhere they like, it seems.

There's alcohol available, but everything else is locked behind the wall-cabinet. . . the recipe book is also available to peruse at one's leisure.

Ah—the door opens, and a fuzzy sort of shade steps in. It looks like idols will be serving the Damned, today. . . ? ]

RECIPE BOOK

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We're going with tea, so could you lend me your wrist for a moment?

...

[After a beat he'll hold out his arm, presenting his wrist]

[ You know, when Lark did this, he kind of expected I would call him out on his bluff. Except then he didn't?

... He's probably gonna regret this, but at the same time, it feels weirdly rude to take it back. So he takes a deep breath, and ties to ribbon to I's wrist before tying the other end to his own. ]

[Enjoy a feeling of complete and utter emptiness, hollow. An aching, hungry feeling of the abyss.

Alongside the nothingness, separate from it, are two competing moods clawing along the edges; almost like an echo chamber of two different peoples' similar yet opposite feelings. The feeling of simultaneously liking and disliking everything and nothing at all. Like a light peeking through the darkness is the constant hum of hate. Ever present and bubbling just under the surface.

There is nothing and there is hatehatehatehatehatehate-]

[ Oh. Well now.

Lark freezes in place, all the way from his face down to his feet, as he seems to go through a number of emotions in either rapid succession or all at once, depending on how you look at it.

There's the internal sweating of someone realizing the risk I took was calculated but man am I bad at math, which is what Lark gets for trying to play empathy chicken and he really should have expected something like this, huh. Good job, Gracious Skylark, you fucking idiot.

Also, the hate is pretty alarming? It's pretty alarming. It's not that the feeling is foreign to him, but—something like this doesn't seem right. It makes him wonder how and why even though a part of him knows that's such a dangerous place to go to.

There's also the lowkey irritation of "not this shit again", not directed at I so much as it's directed at the general universe, and maybe a bit at Lark himself. How many times has he stepped into the abyssal pit trap now; three times? Actually, this might be the fourth? Seriously? Seriously? Once is already more than enough for a lifetime. He suspects most people don't get to be alive to experience it more than maybe twice, but maybe at this point, he shouldn't be surprised that he's this lucky.

...Slowly, Lark blinks. ]

Huh.

[Doesn't blink. He isn't really bothered by the influx of irritation or alarm because honestly they're just drops in a very empty bucket]

[ Right. Okay. He can't stay still for too long or it'll be a little too obvious that Something Weird happened here.

He ends up covering his face with a hand and laughs. It's a small one, and over the bond is dry amusement. ]

Geez, you two really would get along.

Doubtful. Do people usually like others who are too much like their self?

[ Fondly: ] I can't speak for you, but I think the shitty crow's different enough that maybe that won't happen.

I'm not interested in something like me.

Is that so?

...It just seemed a little lonely to me, I guess.

All of Alcheme is here with me, how could I be lonely?

Heh, that's true. Even if we're missing P and O at the moment.

But do you think any of us might be able to understand, even a little?

There is nothing to understand.

[ There's—a feeling of sadness, though Lark tries to suppress it, worrying that perhaps it'd be too much like pity. ]

...That's why I said it seemed lonely.

Would you ask the sky if it feels vast or the ocean if it feels deep?

Do you think I wouldn't do that?

Do you think that I think about what you would or wouldn't do?

You just asked me.

[Wanders off to mix more drinks]

[ Buddy our wrists are still tied! ]

Oh, and by the way! Thank you.

...? For what?

For letting me tie the ribbon.

Gross.

[ Sorry, he's trying to hold back a laugh. ]

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