OKAY

[rippled]

i made a joke to lowe and now i need to commit because they think this is an ic joke now

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[obdure]

[ HE'S LIKE... NOT INSANELY DRUNK, but it is a bit obvious from maybe his slower words here and there and (different) abrupt behavior he might be tipsy. ]

Where is the sugar...

[gutterbound]

[Strolls in here, tipsy but not so bad. Passes by the sugar on the way and so hands it over.]

What we making, fellas?

[obdure]

Cookies—you're not Jing Yuan.

[gutterbound]

[in a perfect imitation.]

And you're certain of that, Jacopo?

[obdure]

[ stares at richie for a long time. ]

Yeah.

[gutterbound]

Damn. Should've brought my wig.

[obdure]

[ HE STARED AT HIM FOR A LONG TIME TO THINK ABOUT IT... NOT LIKE... DEAD OR JUDGING. ]

You're fine as you are, Tozier. Humorous as ever. Two arms is a good look for you.

[gutterbound]

[goddammit, emotionshares sudden bashfulness. Every time he tries his best to be a piece of shit you guys get all dere on him, stop that.]

Well thank you, Jacopo, I'll try to hang onto them harder this time.

I think you're pretty swell too, by-the-by.

[Ruffles his hair.]

[obdure]

[ looks at him because he has never felt like such a child to a man who is double his age but such a fucking clown

is this like

humiliating?

he isn't sure

what is this feeling....?

he has to think about it as he zests these lemons ]

[gutterbound]

[may I introduce him to the concept of the shitty uncle? You have one now.

Rest in pieces jacopo.]

[lightning]

What kind of sugar?

[ procures granulated, brown, and powdered... ]

[obdure]

Powdered and granulated.

[lightning]

[ puts them in front of him and starts getting out the measuring cups. ]

You'll need lemons too, yes?

[obdure]

Yes... Lemons. Flour? The cutters should also be here somewhere.

Why are there so many people here again...

[lightning]

Perhaps they're trying to work off all the drink... How are you faring?

[ pulls out... star-shaped cutters. YOU TRIED energy. ]

Ah, Lucas found the flour.

[ mixing bowls also acquired! ]

[obdure]

They should be drinking plenty of water.

[ Rolls up his sleeves. Did I forget my coat... Whatever. ]

I'm good—drank more than this before.

[lightning]

You've got a higher tolerance than quite a few of us, then.

[ LIKE POOR YVES ON THE FLOOR ]

...Your coat? Did you want to go back for it after?