Kuro — Roleplayer Guild

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"None of it matters." Classic CJ, still not giving a shit about anything. Anni thought about saying something in response, but the nagging feeling returned in her head. She was supposed to be "turning over a new leaf" now. Yeah, that was right. Not letting others get into her head was a weird experience, and admittedly one difficult to fight against. But getting feisty again would've accomplished nothing for the better. 

Okay, maybe. Maybe not. She still wasn't quite sure on that one. But the time to be a snarky asshole had already left the station, and so Anni ignored CJ, and turned her attention back to the the conversation at hand.

Anni glanced at Hanna first. The woman was clearly feeling it after just a few sips of her drink. Someone was certainly a lightweight drinker, Anni came to find out, and she wondered if Hanna had a way home after this. Considering Ivory and her were supposed to go shopping after the reunion, that was likely the case. Still, Anni made a mental note to remember to offer the option. She wasn't sure where Hanna lived these days, but she could at least drive her to a hotel or let her crash back at her piece-of-shit apartment until the booze wore off for Hanna to drive responsibly.

Then, Anni looked to Ivory, listening to as she spoke. There was a weird tension in the air, Anni considered. Between Hanna and Ivory. Maybe she was misreading the mood. Maybe it was the booze talking. But whatever it was, Anni felt there might've been something more to what she was seeing.

Not that Anni had a problem with it. Good for them if it was indeed the case.

As the conversation shifted back to food, Anni decided to play ball with everyone. Though Hanna was paying, Anni decided to think of the others at the table. It'd be another step in the right direction, at least.

"Throw a pizza on there. The rest will probably want to snack on it." Anni asked. "Plain cheese, I guess. Not sure if the others want anything else on it."

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death of me — royal & the serpent
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_{"None of it matters." Classic CJ, still not giving a shit about anything. Anni thought about saying something in response, but the nagging feeling returned in her head. She was supposed to be "turning over a new leaf" now. Yeah, that was right. Not letting others get into her head was a weird experience, and admittedly one difficult to fight against. But getting feisty again would've accomplished nothing for the better. Okay, maybe. Maybe not. She still wasn't quite sure on that one. But the time to be a snarky asshole had already left the station, and so Anni ignored CJ, and turned her attention back to the the conversation at hand. Anni glanced at Hanna first. The woman was clearly feeling it after just a few sips of her drink. Someone was certainly a lightweight drinker, Anni came to find out, and she wondered if Hanna had a way home after this. Considering Ivory and her were supposed to go shopping after the reunion, that was likely the case. Still, Anni made a mental note to remember to offer the option. She wasn't sure where Hanna lived these days, but she could at least drive her to a hotel or let her crash back at her piece-of-shit apartment until the booze wore off for Hanna to drive responsibly. Then, Anni looked to Ivory, listening to as she spoke. There was a weird tension in the air, Anni considered. Between Hanna and Ivory. Maybe she was misreading the mood. Maybe it was the booze talking. But whatever it was, Anni felt there might've been something more to what she was seeing. Not that Anni had a problem with it. Good for them if it was indeed the case. As the conversation shifted back to food, Anni decided to play ball with everyone. Though Hanna was paying, Anni decided to think of the others at the table. It'd be another step in the right direction, at least. "Throw a pizza on there. The rest will probably want to snack on it." Anni asked. "Plain cheese, I guess. Not sure if the others want anything else on it."} ^{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}	^{█ #1.01 WAY DOWN WE GO death of me — royal & the serpent} ^{bar interior interacting with: bar waiter} _{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}


_{The time capsule. Oh. Yeah, that was a thing. It had been one of several things Anni had blanked over the years. She had forgotten it even existed, though that was probably because she was always in the "heat of the moment" and focused on getting revenge on her former classmates. What did she even put in there, anyway? "I probably wrote myself a letter. One of those dear future self things." Confirmation would have to wait until later, but Anni was certain that was more than likely what she had placed within the capsule. She often found that it was easier to write out her feelings rather than talk them out, a trait that had carried over into current day with her novel writing. Books, unlike humans, couldn't talk back, after all. You could write out your anger and not be told it's "just a phase", or that your issues weren't valid. With words, they sat there and listened, letting you get your feelings off your chest. "Or maybe not. Who knows. Just sounds like something I would've done back then."} ^{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}	^{█ #1.01 WAY DOWN WE GO death of me — royal & the serpent} ^{bar interior interacting with: ritman reunion table} _{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}

_{The time capsule. Oh. Yeah, that was a thing. It had been one of several things Anni had blanked over the years. She had forgotten it even existed, though that was probably because she was always in the "heat of the moment" and focused on getting revenge on her former classmates. What did she even put in there, anyway?

"I probably wrote myself a letter. One of those dear future self things."

Confirmation would have to wait until later, but Anni was certain that was more than likely what she had placed within the capsule. She often found that it was easier to write out her feelings rather than talk them out, a trait that had carried over into current day with her novel writing. Books, unlike humans, couldn't talk back, after all. You could write out your anger and not be told it's "just a phase", or that your issues weren't valid. With words, they sat there and listened, letting you get your feelings off your chest.

"Or maybe not. Who knows. Just sounds like something I would've done back then."}

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death of me — royal & the serpent}

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