Day 7 - afternoon

[pandatrash]

[After the execution, there's... nothing. The raccoons exit the stage, and the rest of you are free to do the same. The only update on your tablet reads: "You've been good, so we're going to give you the rest of the day off!"]

((Game nav
Recyclr

Reminder: Tomorrow, I'll put up something fun for anybody who is going to be around and playing, but there will be NO MURDERS or activity checks this week.))

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[worldcup]

[ Illya finds herself blinking several times as if questioning if any of this is real or not, especially when she's pulled into a hug. It's been way too long since anybody has held her close in such a manner that she's just shocked. ]

Dummy...

[ Her voice is soft and it's wavering just a little bit because she doesn't know if he's the idiot or if she is. Maybe both. Nevertheless, she wraps her arms around him in return, allowing him to stay close.

She really doesn't have much else to say but, maybe she doesn't have to. ]

[suppressthedark]

[He holds her for a while, his grip firm but not painful - drawing strength from her being so close to him, letting himself calm down.

He feels...numb, after crying - but it's nice compared to the absolute emotional agony he'd felt just a few moments before.

Eventually, he lets her go.]

...Thank you, Illya.

[worldcup]

I didn't really do much but...

[ Her voice is quiet, but it retains less of its childlike quality and sounds a lot older for what seems to be a moment. ]

You're welcome, anyway.