[log] social skills 101 [closed]

[powersouls]

Characters: Zach, Tifa, Royce, Cloud, Sora
Location Building 100
Date: 116, after lockdown
Summary: A bunch of nerds get locked in a house together.
Warnings: None!

YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO

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[bywolves]

[ ... He was expecting something else, clearly, because his expression shifts a little, confused for about two seconds before he bows his head again. ]

I have half a bottle of aspirin to offer in exchange for keeping the blanket. [ Because that's more fair, and he can give it up for a blanket. ]

[powersouls]

I can't give it up for good. I'm sorry.

[Although now it's in the back of her mind to keep an eye out for an extra blanket.]

You can still use it for tonight if you want.

[bywolves]

[ Royce makes a frustrated sound, which he immediately regrets. He needs sleep, he's getting too off his game. ]

No. Keep it. [ Royce pulls his cloak around himself like a blanket and curls into the corner he's fixed himself in. ] Leave me alone, I need sleep.

[powersouls]

[Oookay, now Tifa's getting a little frustrated, especially with that sudden dismissal after she was trying to help him. She lets out her own irritated sound, and unceremoniously dumps the blanket on his head.]

[bywolves]

[ Oop. Hello, blanket. Royce jolts slightly, and shoves it off his head, staring up at her. He sounds indignant: ] Are you actually angry that I don't want anything from you?

[powersouls]

[She lets out a huff, crossing her arms over her chest.]

I'm angry that you're being rude about it. [Well, okay, not totally true.] And that you're refusing it for no reason.

[bywolves]

I don't need strings. [ He snaps out, shoving the blanket further. ] I can find my own Mar forsaken blanket if it means I don't need to owe you.

[powersouls]

What? [She sounds completely bewildered now.] What would you owe me?

[bywolves]

A favor. [ He's insistent. ]

[powersouls]

[She's rolling her eyes.]

I don't give people things to beg for something later. I can take care of myself. I'm just trying to help you.

[bywolves]

And I don't need your help. [ Royce says flatly. ] I don't know how many times I have to say it. Is it in the thousands, do you think? It's getting old.

[powersouls]

Fine.

[And with that, she spins on her heels and stomps off. But totally leaves the blanket.]