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[unheiring]

[Luca has spent a few days grappling with the concept of death. Again.

He didn't know Vash, but he knew people that knew him. Ain and Livio, two people Luca would call friends, cared for him. And Joshua, who had already lost so much, had loved Dion.

It's hard to deal with. Hard to swallow. And though Luca has made so much progress on himself, he still doesn't know how to handle grief like this.

So he does the only thing he can think to do.]

Free drinks. All month.
Food too.
... We shouldn't be alone right now.
Again.

Comments

[cryopathy]

[they're likely treading dangerous waters yet again, but kiera decides that if verso didn't want to talk about it, he shouldn't have just mentioned an ability to heal his own scars.]

I don't believe I should enable your vanity by agreeing with you...

[notthislife]

[It's fine. This is fine. Verso is used to treating this like a joke, at least.]

Really? But I do so love preening. It's one of my favorite hobbies, in fact.

[cryopathy]

[a quirked brow.]

Then you, ser, have competition.

[notthislife]

[Just grinning away.]

From you? Oh, I certainly? never would have guessed that.