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Week Six
[Last week, in It's Curtains, the weather changed, and with it your fortune in Dads. Discord took Salieri out - or perhaps Salieri took Discord out - and left the survivors with that much less impulse control. Nonetheless, a visit from a new friend might have provided a little bit of much-needed hope?
On Sunday morning, you'll find that the other side of the second floor has opened up - as well as the actual intended path to reach the roof garden. You can finally stop climbing up that rope every time you want to have a picnic or secret lover's rendezvous!
Outside, the weather seems to have calmed down. It's sunny again, with rather a lot of clouds. Though it's warm, the atmosphere seems very...still.]
Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday
(( Be sure to submit your memory regain and your AC for this week! As always, Hester's office hours and the merch booth remain available. ))
On Sunday morning, you'll find that the other side of the second floor has opened up - as well as the actual intended path to reach the roof garden. You can finally stop climbing up that rope every time you want to have a picnic or secret lover's rendezvous!
Outside, the weather seems to have calmed down. It's sunny again, with rather a lot of clouds. Though it's warm, the atmosphere seems very...still.]
(( Be sure to submit your memory regain and your AC for this week! As always, Hester's office hours and the merch booth remain available. ))
cw: self-harm
He thinks he understands Discord and Antonio's choice a little better now. He's, equally, more furious with them, for taking it and slamming that door closed to him.]
...What am I, then?
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A father. A friend. Someone who loves and cares, for the living and the dead. [ She offers him a small, watery smile. ] You're my friend. I guess that's pretty special. I don't have a lot of those.
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His expression crumples by degrees, first his lips pursing, and wobbling, and then he swallows hard, and looks back down at the ground.
Then he reaches out and takes her hand, his voice soft and barely there.]
...Then I'm glad to be counted among them. [He takes a breath in, and out, that moves his whole chest.] As long as you'll have me.