some moments last forever, and some flare out with love, love, love [afterparty]

[visiblepattern]

[So that all sucked really bad, huh.

Forrest had meant what he said about going to the clinic immediately after all of this, getting medical supplies ready and set up on hand to prepare to receive people - Dandy is the primary candidate for this, whether he likes it or not - but before he goes he grabs Rossiu for the briefest moment before sending him on his way. Sure enough, when the note comes in a few minutes it isn't in Forrest's flowing, delicate hand but rather something blockier and incredibly neat. If you've seen Rossiu's handwriting, you'll recognize it: ]

We're having a memorial gathering in the ice cream parlor in an hour. Feel free to attend if you'd like, or if you would prefer to not be alone.
[...It seems like as good a place as any.

There are some things set up, though not terribly many; the tables are set out and are perhaps a bit closer than they normally would be, but go ahead and make yourself some sundaes, pull up a chair, talk to one another, ruminate over whether Jason and Hagakure would have liked this (or whether Vholran wouldn't have, either way) - it's your night, to do what you want with.]

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[buriedstar]

[ That's the important part. ]

I'm glad I don't need to explain it to you, Misfire-yah. [ His smile is still sly, but it softens when he turns back to the stove to plate the pancakes now that they're ready. They're perfectly circular because of course they are. ]

For you ♥.

[dullshooter]

[No disrespect to the dead, but they look so much better than Jason’s attempts. There was something in the chaotic charm of them, though.

He gets two seconds into appreciating them before an ever-pressing matter jumps to the forefront.]

Nope. No. We’re doing this. You’re telling me how you’re doing that right now.

[buriedstar]

Doing what? I've had a lot of practice with Lee-kyung-ah recently. [ He might be confused so this isn't what he meant but also. It's not a lie. ]

[dullshooter]

The -

[He tries his best to replicate it, but he can’t. His metatextual awareness only extends to being able to notice, and appreciate, the ♥.]

The thing. With your mouth. Sounds like a little heart shape. You’ve got to know what I’m on about - you’ve done it, like, three times already.

[buriedstar]

Hm? [ ... ] Oh, this? ♥

[ Added lilt for good measure. ]

[dullshooter]

Yes. That. Exactly that.

[buriedstar]

If I tell you, will it be our secret?

[dullshooter]

‘Course.

[He holds up his hand, sticking a digit out.]

I’ll even put a pinky swear on it, which is an act recognised as fully legally binding by the Galactic Council. If I break it, then the Duly Appointed Enforcer himself has every right to kick down my door and drag me screaming to my public execution.

[okay so he’s making this up-]

[buriedstar]

Alright, but I'm only telling you once. [ Pinky swear! He seems to take this very seriously. ]

Now first you— [ He leans close and starts to whisper to Misfire. I'm not writing this out but suffice it to say it hinges on lewd without actually crossing the line and involves detailed instructions on how to position your tongue (which might not be relevant to Misfire) along with how to pitch your tone and curl your lips. ]

It takes some practice ♥.

[dullshooter]

[Of course Seo Dawon, a proper businessman, would respect the significance of the pinky swear. He expected this.

What follows, however, is more of a curveball and he feels pretty awkward just standing there and listening to it, but he does listen to it.]

I...see...

[As Seo Dawon said, it takes practice. But as if he wouldn't try it straight away?]

...Like this? <3

[...not quite.]

[buriedstar]

[ He laughs when it's all done, not thrown off in the slightest. ]

Not exactly. You have the basics down, it just takes some time. [ Pats Misfire on the shoulder encouragingly. ]

[dullshooter]

[+10 to morale!]

I'll work on it. Then, eventually, inevitably, blow your mind.