week 3, sunday

[vigilantics]

[ stephanie is in her bedroom, which isn't a surprise. she's also awake, given that it's been hours since the execution and the sound of people knocking on and off has since made it kind of hard to sleep.

anyway. so belph. ]

Um.

[ she has no idea what to say. ]

Comments

[vigilantics]

All boys are babies.

[ this is her expert analysis on the subject. ]

[axilium]

I can't deny that.

[vigilantics]

If you did I would hit you with my leg.

[ ha ha

no she can't, she has no idea where that went and that disturbs her. ]

[axilium]

How morbid.

[vigilantics]

[ she actually has to stop and think about that mental image

and she starts to laugh. ]

[axilium]

[well, considering how many people would normally be traumatized from losing a limb, it's good that she can laugh over it. belph just smiles along.]

[vigilantics]

[ the day she is unable to laugh at her own expense is the day she snaps, unfortunately

but she does manage to calm down, and she rubs at her eyes. ]

Thank you.

[ she is. a little vague on what exactly she's thanking him for. ]

[axilium]

... You're welcome, I suppose.

[for whatever it is, even if he suspects he doesn't deserve it.]

[vigilantics]

I really couldn't do this without you.

[ well. she would have to, but

it'll be a lot lonelier. ]

[axilium]

[...]

Well, if it wasn't me, you'd probably have a different partner for it. I think you'd have gotten along fine—you seem to mesh well with most.

[vigilantics]

Hmm, maybe.

[ she can't actually deny that she tends to get along with people well for the most part. ]

But none of them are you. I would have missed out.

[axilium]

Yes, what would you do without my charming personality to brighten your life?

[vigilantics]

Be utterly miserable forever?