night in the life.

[shigeharu]

[it's another quiet night around camp. comfortably quiet, or suspiciously quiet...well, that depends on how paranoid you are.

one place it's not quiet, though: in the mess hall, where the tiny samurai in the corner has just set down the book he's reading (which looks to be a history of Sengoku Japan) and smacked the table with his hand.]

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[smoothcriminal]

Parker.

[stolengood]

What.

[smoothcriminal]

Hello.

[stolengood]

Oh. Hi.

Need something?

[smoothcriminal]

I just wanted to see you.

[stolengood]

Oh. I'm getting some soda. Coming with?

[smoothcriminal]

Sure.

[stolengood]

What's new?

[smoothcriminal]

I'm not sure. I don't actually remember anything from the past few weeks.

[stolengood]

Really? Oh.

[smoothcriminal]

Have you been all right?

[stolengood]

[not looking at him]

...

... Yeah. Sure.

[smoothcriminal]

. . . What's wrong?

[stolengood]

Why does something have to be wrong?

[smoothcriminal]

You're upset.

[stolengood]

It's not a big deal.