audience: prompto.

[tricycles]

one day a shitpost will go here

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[tricycles]

[... That gets a smile out of him.]

I'll tell him next time he asks for a meeting.

[He ships it.]

... I think I could? But it could also burn up, too, if the point is for someone else to see it.

[silvergun]

Thanks. I never thought anyone could beat out the grease monkey goddess in my heart.

[ And then Hiza happened. Also don't let him babble about this he might not stop and it's going to get mushy. ]

Man, I'm not really good at trying to figure a sneaky way to do things.

Oh hey! What about any messages left on you?

[tricycles]

Knowing how things work around here? I'd be surprised if any messages left on us make it through.

[So! Big shrug!]

If your goal's to help out the people on the ship, your best bet is to work on your charades.

[silvergun]

[ gotta make it into the cursed chainmail ones. draw eggplants and emojis on him. ]

I was afraid of that. Should probably figure out who even knows how to play charades.

[ Since who knows who will get a booty call. ]

Thanks, man.

[tricycles]

Probably. Though it might be a good idea to make sure everyone knows how to play charades.

[Who will get a booty call? A mystery.]

Sorry I couldn't help out more.

[silvergun]

Right right! Maybe we should have a game night. Hopefully without a repeat of the meeting...

[ Poor Carlos. ]

Nah it's cool. It helps knowing the limits. [ A beat ] Do you think you would be able to send something if you're stronger?

[tricycles]

[He shakes his head.]

It's like Polly said. Playing messenger isn't our "thing."

[silvergun]

We'll just have to wait for our messenger then to come visit.