audience: emma perkins

[cyclists]

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week seven, thursday

[foodbin]

[Here they are in the garden! Emma raises a hand in greeting as soon as she sees him.]

Hey there.

[cyclists]

[lune offers up a smile as soon as she enters, a cup of tea in hand as always]

Good day.

[well he doesn’t look like someone who’s succumbed to a death sentence]

[foodbin]

You look... cheerful.

[Especially considering the circumstances.]

[cyclists]

[SERVICE BAD, FORGET ICONS I GUESS]

Hmm... I do not know if I necessarily feel cheerful.

[to be honest]

Perhaps it is more likely that I feel as though it is another day?

It seems like many of you are quite concerned after Milla’s announcement... so I suppose that it is all the more imperative for me to be here to soothe your spirits.

[foodbin]

...I think most people would say it's important to take care of yourself at a time like this, too.

[cyclists]

They likely would.

[and he lifts his tea as if to demonstrate his self-care practice]

And so I am.

[foodbin]

It'd be nice if tea could fix all of this, huh?

[cyclists]

Would you care for a cup?

[she’s always seemed like more a coffee person...]

If nothing else, I’ve always found it to be rather calming - and it would be best not to act rashly in times such as these.

[foodbin]

[She shakes her head.]

No, I'm fine. Thanks for the offer. But... Is there anything other than tea you need?

[cyclists]

Not particularly.

[he’s doing pretty well]

Perhaps if you have time to spare for me, make sure that you pay the young one a visit as well.

Should it truly come to the point where our lives are in danger - I will do everything I can to protect him above all else.

[foodbin]

...Just make sure you protect yourself, too, okay?

[cyclists]

Certainly I intend to.

[he’s pretty confident]

I shall exercise additional caution if others are worried - but even this old man must have his use every now and then.

[foodbin]

Come on. You know how useful you've been this entire time, right?

week 7, sunday

[cyclists]

[and as if nothing went weird during the end of trial yesterday -

lune is underneath the cherry blossom tree, helping himself to a sip of tea]

How might I be of service?

[foodbin]

[As she comes to take a seat near him:]

First off... I know Roxas couldn’t say yesterday, but - where did you go?

[cyclists]

There was a matter that required my attention.

[vague....]

I could not spare a moment before attending to it.

[foodbin]

... I’m guessing that’s about all you can tell me.

[cyclists]

It is resolved now.

[that's all that she would care to know right]

Think nothing of it, moving forward.

[foodbin]

You’re sure we don’t have to worry about it?

[cyclists]

It is not in my nature to leave issues half-solved.

[so yeah he's got it]

It is not often that I truly get to work here -

And so I must do what I can.

[foodbin]

Then... Thank you, for whatever it was.

But - I was wondering if I could get a task for a few things, too.

[unsaid]

Oh...? What do you desire?

[foodbin]

I was wondering if I could get, um... a lot of sedative.

[unsaid]

... for what purpose?

[foodbin]

...We know how this has to end. I just thought - for anyone who wants it... It at least doesn't have to hurt.