04 | Audio | locked from Equius, Sollux, Mystique, & sure why not Roxy too

[implying]

In accordance to an agreement I made with a certain gentleman upon my arrival 4 months ago, I do believe I'm entitled to some, ah... undead affection. And while I don't mean that attractively pale dead man with the glowing eyes, let it be said that I certainly wouldn't be opposed to that, as well!

But here I'm faced with a dilemma. I haven't heard from this charming corpse in quite some time — do you think I ought to look him up and remind him? Or shall I assume that he's a cadaver of his word and await his making good on our deal in his own time?

[ with a definite smirk in his voice here: ] Or perhaps this much will prove enough to spark a little reminder, hmm?

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[stonefaith]

[ long pause. lots of thinking.

man, he does... feel kind of shitty about reneging on that bet. the one that he barely remembers making. and, well, if it's just dinner, it can't be that bad. what's the worst that could happen?

besides. it's been an awful long time since bariyan last... had any sort of company that wasn't disappointed in or otherwise displeased with him.




maybe. ]

Is that all you want?

[implying]

It is. [ smile! how could you ever not believe this masked face? ]

[stonefaith]

[ man speaking of disappointed or displeased, by all rights vanadi should probably be both right now. but the man's cheer seems invincible. it's... wearing on bariyan, bit by bit. ]

Perhaps, then.

[ grumble. ]

Skip dinner. I don't eat.

[implying]

[ SCORE. first step: taken. ]

Ah. Noted, then. What would you prefer instead?

[stonefaith]

Drinks. I have recommendations, if you've no place in mind.

[implying]

Be my guest, my dear!

[stonefaith]

Building at the very end of Ashworth. Top floor. [ slightly pricey, but hell, bariyan can just... reign back on how much he drinks.

he clears his throat. ]

Assuming it still exists, after the other undead business. [ speaking of that. ] And not tonight. Until after things have cleared.

[implying]

Very well. How many days shall we give it, then?

[stonefaith]

I don't know.

Two weeks, maybe. Or... as soon as this plaguing ends.

[implying]

I do hope you realize that if you tell me two weeks, I'll be more than happy to hold you to it.

[stonefaith]

Yes. I realize. [ four months, jesus, even if bariyan hadn't been drunk at the time he'd probably have forgotten anyway ]

Two weeks, if the streets are clear of undead by then. ...Other undead.

[implying]

Fair enough! Do try not to get yourself killed before then, won't you?

[stonefaith]

It's a little too late for that.