[closed]

[thereneverwas]

WHO: everyone present at Murderhaus
WHAT: a post-Murderhaus hangout for cool guys who can't process trauma good and want to learn to do other stuff good too
WHEN: whenever everyone's home again
WHERE: a big table in some shitty Lowtown bar
NOTES: Everyone got an invitation along the lines of a note reading "we should talk about it. [Pub name], [time], Barrow"

[Barrow is the first one there, as promised, though he smiles at the second person to arrive, stretching his back and lifting his mug in greeting. His face has been bandaged properly, which means half of it is covered, but no bloodstains means the puncture wounds are coming along all right.]

Have a seat.

Comments

[sarcophage]

[Presently, the middle distance is disrupted by Leander passing through it, for he has arrived. He doesn't immediately sit. Are those bread rolls all over the table? And the floor?]

Well, this is about what I expected.

[thereneverwas]

[Leander is met with a frank expression and a shrug. Barrow gestures invitingly to one of the open chairs, no longer seeming as though he cares if anyone hangs around or not, but he won't be unfriendly about it.]

[muckspout]

[Edgard eats another roll and sets one in front of everyone seated. Then to Barrow.]

Wasn't there something you wanted to talk about?

[sulahnan]

[ Athessa ignores the rolls and affords Leander a glance, nothing more. ]

[thereneverwas]

[Glancing around at the faces at the table, which range anywhere from uninterested to downright hostile, Barrow sighs lightly and shrugs one shoulder at Edgard.]

Just... didn't want to be alone, [he mumbles, with the air of someone who has since changed his mind entirely.

He takes a drink from his mug and then sets it down, his gaze dropping to focus on its contents.]

[muckspout]

[Edgard looks at Barrow, takes another bite of roll, followed by a swig from his drink, and then looks around at the group.]

Really?

[Edgard's eyebrows are raised. He doesn't buy that line for a second.]