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[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow opens the door, an easy grin on his face. ]

You're just like clockwork, you know that? C'mon in.

[ Don't mind the occasional porn magazine, you know how it goes. ]

[overworker]

[She'll ignore them just this once. Her hands are full right now anyway. She brought a bottle of scotch, two glasses and a tub of ice cream. The spoon is in her mouth.

So she's going to gesture for some help here. Take something.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Naturally it's the scotch he's going for, though he also grabs the glasses to help out. ]

You had more ideas than you did hands I see.

[overworker]

[Popping the spoon out of her mouth, now she can talk.]

Thanks.

[And immediately she makes herself right at home.]

The ice cream is mine. [....] But I guess I could share if you want.

[Says the girl with a quart of ice cream.]

[bad_crowmance]

With that much ice cream? You'd better be sharing!

[ He says with all the petulant insistence of a best friend who knows she will. ]

Wanna play darts?

[overworker]

Oh alright.

[They’ll just have to share the spoon.]

Sure. It’s been a while though— go easy on me.

[bad_crowmance]

Of course, I won't even put any stakes on it this time.

[ Which is about as easy mode as Crow ever gets. ]

So you're bringing out the scotch, huh? I didn't know you had any.

[overworker]

How generous of you.

[No complaints here— there’s no telling what kind of stakes he’d pull out.]

I don’t drink that often, but it’s good to be prepared.

[bad_crowmance]

Now I'm curious what you're like when you're drunk.

[ His tone is lighthearted as he says that. He pours some scotch into both glasses and hands her one. ]

You know you don't need to worry about me, right?

[overworker]

And I’m pretty sure I don’t want you to ever find out.

[She takes the glass, sipping at it.]

Who said I was worried about you?

[Towa. Please.]

...I know you won’t give yourself the proper chance to grieve. And right about now you probably have a bunch of regrets you’re not willing to admit because you’re the one who chose to hold yourself back.

The least I can do is make sure you don’t do it alone.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Towa. Please.

He takes a sip of his own glass, sitting next to her. ]

Well, there is one thing I definitely regret.

[overworker]

[Towa sits the ice cream in the middle and sticks the spoon into it.]

What’s that?

[bad_crowmance]

He left before my party! I didn't even get to see him shirtless!

[ REAL REGRETS, YO. ]

[overworker]

[She digs out some ice cream and shoves it in his mouth.]

You’re such an idiot. Why did I know you were going to say that? As if you won’t already be hitting on anything that moves.

[bad_crowmance]

Yeah, but it's not the same!

[overworker]

Well, I suppose this is the person you like we’re talking about, so I suppose I can see what you mean.

[So he’s not wrong. This is pretty unfair to Crow. Even if it sounds stupid coming out of his mouth.]

...You could just get rid of the whole idea you know.

[She had to try okay.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow is just going to IGNORE that first part, thanks. He does level a Look at her though, one that says "Nice try." ]

Yeaaaaaah, that's not going to happen. The party's still on, as planned.

[overworker]

[Hey he’s the one who said it wasn’t the same okay. She’s not pulling her punches for you.]

...well, I tried. Not much point in fighting it now anyway, not after I already bought the suit and everything.

[bad_crowmance]

I can't wait to see what you've picked!

[ The idea definitely seems to make him perk up. ]

[overworker]

[She cannot believe this is how she's cheering him up.

Except she can.]

Just thinking about it is making me nervous. But I'm sure you'll enjoy it.

[bad_crowmance]

I'm sure I will, too. ♪♫

[ He takes a sip of the glass of scotch he's holding. ]

I'll get to find out in another week.

[overworker]

Time really flies, huh...

[One week.Towa takes a sip-- and then immediately, another. Speaking of time--]

In just under two weeks it'll have been two months.

[Since the Masquerade.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He doesn't need any clarification with that. ]

...Yeah. I know.

[ He stares down at his drink but doesn't take another sip yet, instead swirling the glass around. ]

I don't have an answer for you yet, but... I'm still thinking about it.

[overworker]

It's okay.

[She scoops some ice cream in her mouth, pulling her legs up and hugging them to her chest.]

I wouldn't ask you now anyway. You have enough to think about. I waited this long... I can wait two more weeks.

[bad_crowmance]

...Thanks. You're a good friend, Towa.

[ It might be easier to just flat-out say "no" if she weren't. ]