[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

[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.]