DAAN.

[tactic]

SOMETHING WILL GO HERE

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[recession]

Hounded me pretty doggedly about a lot of things.

My eye, the reliability of my medical kit. Wouldn't take "yes I have" for an answer unless confirmations were done in his own specific way, which were more antagonistic than necessary.

[ He's like... very mildly irritated, but mostly tired. ]

[tactic]

I called him a weird kid before, but I didn't realize the extent of it.

[ Aw, cute, everyone has their interpersonal drama in their lodgings. ]

Maybe you should be telling me to leave. It'll be good practice for that kid.

[recession]

[ Internally really debates whether to 'humour' him on this or not. ]

Odd approach to establishing rapport.

[tactic]

I promise not to take it personally.

[recession]

Okay, then get out of my bed. I'd like to sit down if we're going to continue chatting, unless that was all you came here to tell me.

[tactic]

[ Scoots over on the bed.

And pats the empty space next to him. ]

[recession]

Really?

[ Looking at him... and he sits, at the edge. Just enough distance for it to be a point. ]

What do you want, Mr. Aventurine.

[tactic]

[ Leans in a little with a small, satisfied smile. ]

To see if we've become closer friends.

[ And before Daan can respond, Aventurine is up on his feet and strolling toward the door. Thanks for sitting next to him. :) ]

As always, take care of yourself, Mr. Daan.

[recession]

[ ......Weirdo...... ]

Have a good evening...

Good luck with the rats.

[tactic]

[ Enjoy hearing the heaviest sigh before he's gone. ]