[ch. 1] thursday morning, w/ belph

[asswipe]

[Sometime during the morning, Belph will find Veronica in the foyer. She seems to be squinting at the designs on the tapestries, arms crossed as she wrinkles her nose in distaste every now and then. Seems like she's not a big fan of the smell of rotting eggs. How unfortunate.

Either way, she's not distracted enough that she misses him. Turning in his direction, she waves him over.]

Morning.

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[axilium]

[belph is, uh, not a fan of the egg smell either, but c'est la vie.]

Got enough rest after yesterday?

[asswipe]

And then some. [... She says, sighing, despite having dark circles around her eyes.] It wasn't how I planned to spend my evening, exactly.

[axilium]

Yeah? At least you and Varian didn't seem to get horribly injured, so that's a plus, right?

... Still looks like you haven't slept much, though.

[asswipe]

I can't count it as a plus after what happened to the others. [#regrets]

I did. Or, well, I tried. There were too many — distractions.

[axilium]

Well, okay, you can't just say that and not elaborate on what those distractions are.

[asswipe]

It smells like ass.

[axilium]

... Oh. Yeah, that. At least we're not freezing anymore?

[asswipe]

Sure, that's a silver lining. Still smells like ass, though.

[seriously. what the fuck is that.]

[axilium]

I have no idea where that's coming from. I was kind of hoping you would.

[asswipe]

Your guess is as good as mine. How does the ventilation even work in a magical castle?