[log] The Pit [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: Anyone participating in the Pit event.
Location: A room.
Date: Day 330
Summary: You wake up in a room.
Warnings: general warnings; potential for morbid/suicidal thoughts; note specific warnings in subject line, please!

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no worries

[sharktrash]

[ He'll totally catch it, returning the expectant look though most of the tension's gone from it now. He sort of shrugs in amusement, shoves the razor in his pocket and raises a hand in a parting gesture. ]

...I'll leave you two to it, then.

[ There's more people he's gotta harass here. ]

[bywolves]

[ Royce shakes his head just a little bit when Alfie signs at him. Later. It's not a big enough deal to fuss about. ]

Watch out for the hole. [ Royce says, a bit flippantly, settling back against the wall. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie nods a goodbye at Squalo, then turns to look at Royce expectantly. Everything okay, buddy?]

[bywolves]

I'm fine. Just didn't want you to have to trade your razor. [ Royce mutters once he's sure Squalo is out of . He signs another it's fine in Alfie's direction, almost distracted as he watches Squalo walk away. ]

[devoutish]

I wanted the book.

[He sighs, running his fingers over the cover.]

Might not be worth a razor practically, but--

[bywolves]

I wanted you to have the book. Wanted to trade something for you to get it. [ Huff. ]

[devoutish]

You did. You did, you helped, mate.