❄ prius quam exaudias ne iudices

[agains]

Who: Hue & Cry, but anyone should feel free to tag in if you're feelin' it
What: Post-holiday coping, commiserating, comforting, confronting, cetcetera.
When: December 8th onward
Where: Virgo HQ + H&C Penthouse + throw a prompt if it suits you
Warnings: Mentions of violence from Twist The Knife and respective canons, please make note in subject headers if you know something else ahead of time

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[goateeocracy]

I'm not drinking out of anything you did. Have you been hallucinating?

[He's not beating around the bush. He really doesn't have time for Keith's nonsense even when he does have time for it. There's just something off about him right now (more so than usual) and he might as well get to the heart of the matter. He has places to be, but he's not leaving Keith here by himself if his head is messing with him.]

[agains]

[ A bickering duo - something else that he feels in his bones is true, even without the memories to back it up. But the pressure is building and something's about to break. ]

Of course not. I'm fit as your fiddle! And my wind speed is off the charts today!

[ that last part comes out without warning, completely unintentional. he flinches and shakes his head. he's said that before. he's said that before, from a great height, being in top form to help people.

so of course he's apologizing to his bandmate. they're not rivals, they work together towards the same goal.

Though he'd smiled when delivering his... catchphrase... Keith suddenly looks uncomfortable, drinks down his flask, and turns away. ]

The way the north winds are during the Solstice. Maybe we've been cooped up too long. You should enjoy your day.

[goateeocracy]

[Yan walks over and snatches the flask away from him. Empty or not, he needs to make a point here.]

No more of this. ["This" being whatever the hell was in that.] You sound like a fucking lunatic. I'm gonna ask this again and I want the truth this time: Are you seeing shit? Having flashbacks to things you don't remember happening?

[He doesn't sound like he's going to wait patiently for an answer.]

[agains]

[ Lunatic. Lunatic? No, that was someone else, wasn't it? Someone he was morally opposed to -- a Pride musician?

Nobody he could remember. ]

I don't think you'll find any more answers at its bottom than I did. [ His programming urges him to fight for custody of the flask. To be something more than a holiday well-wisher. ] Have you always been allergic to cheer?

[ But he's winning over his brainwashing, at least for now. Keith backs off. ]

It's a matter of someone else's privacy, and I cannot betray their trust. But nothing has been the same since that night.