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[truth_is_cold]

[Spam] (Dated to the end of the Flood)

[Four days of kids and even a Nietzschean starts wearing out. Especially when the "Pride" consists of so few willing parents. He's dozed off on the couch, head resting on the back of it and his arm over something nice and warm and comfortable.

There were things that he knew had to be done, but he could afford a little drowsing, right?]

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[no_exaggeration]

[She's covering the fact that she isn't sure she's blushing by straightening and spreading her arms before letting them drop to her sides.] I actually remember how to use a hyperspanner, now, so I guess I'm doing just fine.

[And she is going to ignore any potential I miss my Daddy topics, for the love of God, he is still practically a stranger.]

[truth_is_cold]

[He stands up, foot mostly recovered now so he doesn't end up looking wobbly.] Everyone here has been a victim at some point. Anything unusual that might have happened will likely be disregarded as incidental. [He takes a look around the common room, and supposes that he should return to his own room rather than awkwardly take up more of her time.

But every parting word seems uncomfortably dry or too caring. Either from a now stranger or a worried Nietzschean.] You should check your room to make sure it's intact. [That... works?]

[no_exaggeration]

[It works well enough, and she's going to latch onto it, damn it.] Great. I'm going to go do that, and while I'm at it? I'm going to start pretending none of this ever happened.

[And she's giving him one more awkward look before turning to head for her room to find out how embarrassed she should be.]