w3 afterparty

[selfconcept]

Everyone passed! That's great! But Wei Wuxian is gone and you keep getting a weird feeling. Maybe it's the adrenaline that's dying down. Maybe you saw something strange because you're tired? It'll all be uncovered on Sunday. Why not take a breather for now? If you're injured, ask Florence for some medical aid. (can be handwaved) It's around 10 PM when you're released.

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dorm halls

[sicklysweet]

[It's a familiar voice that gets Owen to look up, glancing down the hallway and spotting Hien. He's stopped by this room to grab his sweater before decided to go crash in the common area for a bit. The voice he heard - he didn't think it was Hien's... But it was too quick to make out, so maybe he just imagined it.

Seeing Hien is enough to have him tugging the sleeves of his sweater over his hands, and he looks wary for a moment.]

You look like hell.

[selfconcept]

... You're not spice guy.

[ That's the first thing that comes out of his mouth and he tries to snap out of it. Owen is right and maybe Hien doesn't look so smug or on top of things right now, but he doesn't seem to care to show this sort of vulnerability to Owen. ]

Are you gonna unhell me, then?

[sicklysweet]

Even if I had magic right now, I can't heal other people.

[Who the hell is spice guy?]

I doubt you need to unload all of your troubles on someone, either.

[Not that Owen would be his - anyone's - first choice.]

[selfconcept]

I mean, I already told you a lot about myself already.

[ Hien yawns. ]

What are you doing in the dorms though? Are you finally gonna sleep in your room for once?

[sicklysweet]

No. I'm going to sleep in the common room.

[That's the game plan, at least.]

I still keep my stuff in there, you know. It's the only place I can lock.

[Even if the lock isn't... foolproof... It's fine...]

[selfconcept]

... You can lock the dorm room too, you know. It has an automatic lock. If you're that worried, sleep in your bathroom.

[sicklysweet]

I'm not talking about locking myself up.

[cat no banana]

I just don't want people to take my stuff.

[selfconcept]

You think Riku will take your stuff? I don't think he gives a shit.

[ Though the chances of him being scared of Owen is probably higher. ]

What useful things do you have, other than that suitcase?

[sicklysweet]

You never know what someone really wants. He might not be as nice and sweet as you think he is.

[Huff!!!]

Does it matter if it's useful? My stuff is my stuff.

[selfconcept]

Yeah? He's human, but you can also easily read him. I'm pretty confident that he won't take your stuff at least.

[ Hm. ]

I guess you can put stuff inside and bludgeon people.

[sicklysweet]

I’m not - no. I’m not a brute. I don’t want to break my case, either.

[selfconcept]

That doesn't make you a brute though. Just strategic use of resources.

[ Though Owen is right. That thing is old and looks like it'll fall apart at the first bludgeoning. ]

Well, whatever. I'm sure most people wouldn't want to bother you anyway.

[ intimidating owen-chan ]

[sicklysweet]

I think beating someone to death is pretty brutish. It’s not my style, anyways.

[STARES…]

I don’t know, I’ve been bothered a lot so far. I wouldn’t bet on that.

[selfconcept]

They're not scared of you?

[ Interesting. ]

Maybe you're losing your touch, or you're becoming too cute to not bother.

[ lmao ]

[sicklysweet]

[Oh my god. He's exiting this conversation!!]

I hate you.

[There's absolutely no heat to the words, but!! Stop!! Stop calling him cute!!]

[selfconcept]

Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna go hibernate for a day. Thanks for being worried, princess. G'night.

[ Hien slides the key card to open his door and closes it behind him. ]