catch-all: charles.

[messy]

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[messy]

Man, I hope so... That guy needs to learn how to chill out.

Buuuut just in case I end up dead next week, do somethin' fun with my body, alright? Maybe pose me like one of your French girls or take one of those creepy Victorian era post-mortem photographs with the corpse.

[she is joking but also. man.]

[riverbeans]

I'll, uh, keep that in mind. Except I actually have no idea what any of those are.

[messy]

... Oh, shit. Right. Uh, ask Mizuki in the case of my untimely death? She makes enough fucked up comments that she should know.

[riverbeans]

Will do... but first, I'll just hope it doesn't come to that.

[messy]

You and me both. We'll have to keep a closer eye on people's moods from now on...

[riverbeans]

[dryly,]

We can slap that mood-detecting lotion on everyone, maybe.

[messy]

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a look like she is seriously considering this idea]

[riverbeans]

... Hey, hey, it would get messy if we did that for real, y'know.

[messy]

But— What if we were sneaky about it?

[riverbeans]

Sneaky how, exactly?

[messy]

Okay, so, hear me out. We smear just a tiny bit of it on our fingertips. Not too much that it's visible from a mile away, but not too little that it can't transfer. And then when we run into people, we figure out a way to touch them somewhere they can't see in a way that is both normal and casual.

[riverbeans]

...

Won't they just take a shower at some point?

[messy]

I sure fuckin' hope so? [PLEASE BATHE.] It doesn't need to stay on them, anyway. Just rinse and repeat to gauge their mood a couple times throughout the week.

[riverbeans]

Well... you can give that a go and let me know how it goes.

[messy]

Sure, I'll keep ya posted.