wriothesley

[improvise]

time for bang

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[frostfist]

Only milkshakes made by a certain someone.

[ okay.....? ]

Otherwise, I'll eat just about anything.

[improvise]

Oh? Don't leave me in suspense. Whose milkshakes?

[ come with him to sit on the sofas in the hotel lounge wrio... ]

[frostfist]

[ you would make me shittalk sigewinne like this

but sure they can go sit on the sofas. is this where they make out? ]

Just a friend of mine. If you're lucky, you'll never have to worry about it.

[improvise]

[ val you joke but you forget i'm game for anything

anyway, he plops down (they are cushy couches) and laughs. ]

They're that terrible, are they? What exactly do they put in them?

[frostfist]

[ you're right.....................i'm the weak link here, tears up

wriothesley takes a seat. sinks into the cushion. wow, this way cushier than he's used to. ]

I've refrained from asking for my own mental well-being. [ who knows what horrors she's put in there. ] Though I fear hers may have ruined me for all other milkshakes.

[ except........maybe klavier's? ]

[improvise]

[ you're killing me ]

I'll make note of that for the future. But it sounds as though you've had many of them... You didn't learn after having the first one?

[frostfist]

[ looks klavier dead in the eyes ]

She's very persistent. But if you'd like to try and change my mind, you're welcome to.

[ y'know, because of his milkshake.............? ok i'll see myself out now. ]

[improvise]

[ drags you back here ]

Be careful, Herr Wriothesley. It almost sounds as though you're asking for another date, ja?

[ he's jk... ]

I can see if there are places about with excellent milkshakes, but I admit, I'd rather take you somewhere that would impress you rather than risk you gagging at your food.

[frostfist]

[ it's his turn to laugh. ]

No need to go that far. I assure you I'm a pretty easy guy to please.

[improvise]

No taste for luxury or fine dining?

[frostfist]

[ he shrugs. ]

Never got into the habit of it. [ because he grew up POOR. ] But hey, if you're going to treat me to a nice dinner, I won't say no.

[improvise]

You had a modest upbringing then?

[ takes him to an indian restaurant so he can choke on his spicy goat curry ]

[frostfist]

[ sometimes we all crave death. ]

Something like that. I grew up with a lot of siblings, so it was either learn how to share or learn to go without.

[improvise]

Ja? How many?

[frostfist]

[ AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE AT A BIRTHDAY PARTY ]

Would you like to guess?

[ takes another (smaller) bite of his curry. doesn't choke this time, wow! ]

[improvise]

[ VAL THEY HAVENT EVEN DIED YET ]

[frostfist]

WHY DIDN'T YOU DM ME TO TELL ME I FUCKED UP

[improvise]

funny 🥺

[frostfist]

[ he doesn't take a bite of his curry because he's not dead yet but he still asks the question ]

[improvise]

Herr Wriothesley, I could have sworn a bowl of curry appeared in your hand a moment ago... Care to explain?

[frostfist]

[ kills klavier with his bare hands


this bang is never happening ]

[improvise]

[ wakes up in the ocean again and comes back to bang wrio 🥺 ]

[improvise]

You said "many"... Four? Five?

[frostfist]

[ I HAVE TO REITERATE: THERE IS NO CURRY.

anyway, this specificity is kind of hard to avoid without outright lying, and he'd really rather not do that so he will begrudgingly offer up the truth. ]

It depended. I grew up in a foster home, so there were always children coming and leaving.

[improvise]

[ lucky for me, prying things out of people is what klavier went to school for :) ]

Ah, a foster home. It must have been a revolving door. And for children learning to share a household with so many others... Ja, it must have been contentious at times. You were well taken care of?