august overflow log

[hohnkai]

This is an overflow for the first August event log.

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[ringing]

[ Her expression screws up as the offer dawns on her. Did he just offer her leftovers? It's so out of nowhere that after a moment of shocked silence, Karako finds herself having to choke back some laughter. The sounds dies before it becomes a proper laugh-- anxiety has made her throat too tight-- but it does the trick to relax her some anyway. ]

I guess I am being that pitiful, jeez. [ But offering food to Karako is a bit like enticing the Very Hungry Caterpillar. She's eyeing him now, and sitting forward, curious. ]

If you packed it up, it must not have been very good.

[fingerstripes]

No, that’s- I mean yeah, it isn’t great, but that’s not why I- [ It’s occurring to him a little late how that must have come off. He laughs a little, blushing. ]

I just having been feeling well, and I know there isn’t much. [ To his credit he doesn’t look well just now; skin ashen, cut, and bruised. ]

[ringing]

[ Oh, boy. He's so quick to blush at her ribbing, which gets her laughing again, a little more freely this time. She raises a hand entreatingly, to signify that she'll back off for now. ]

Right, right. [ She calms, and her expression sharpens with concern. It's almost like he's coming into focus all of a sudden, past the haze of her panic. Her eyes flit over his scattering of wounds knowingly. She's been on all sides of an injury, from doling one out to patching it up, and she doubts he put on all that muscle just getting his ass kicked. She gestures, gentle but direct. ]

I'd hate to see the other guy.

[fingerstripes]

[ He's either still blushing or a little feverish. He offers up a self-conscious shrug, rubbing at his shoulder and wincing when he hits bite marks. ]

They don't make shots for every disease.

[ But he's supposed to be getting better. He was getting better, and he isn't going to be any good to anyone else if he's looking bad enough now to inspire concern. He reaches into the bag at his side and careful unwraps the neatly packed food, setting it on the floor in between them. He pokes at it a little dubiously, trying not to make a face. ]

Shall we play a round of shrimp or... [ He squinting ] fried artichoke?

[ Seriously what the hell is that. ]