39th Sphere

[child_abuser]

[Jecht awakens fully dressed in a tuxedo on a red heart-shaped bed.  For some reason, he's holding a bouquet of red roses in his left hand.  He doesn't remember going to bed in a place like this, and he hasn't been drunk since that night he pitched a fit at the post office for taking Garnet's arm.  Sitting up and grumbling, he glances around the

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[ate_it_all]

[Conchita was similarly confused, although at first glance it wasn't AWFUL. This tight dress actually flattered her still regrettably tiny breasts - damn that Justice, couldn't he hurry up? - and that food smelled great. Possibly the most legitimate meal she'd seen since arriving at Mayfield. She'd already settled herself at the table, when the gruff voice spoke. Oh right. There was a ruffian here. She turned to stare displeasingly.]

My, what an abhorrent way to speak to a lady. I assure you, the joke is on me in this case.

[she sips her alcohol.]

[child_abuser]

[Grumbles, tossing the roses in the garbage can before heading over to join this random mystery woman at the table.]

"...Whatever. 'Least the food looks good."

[ate_it_all]

[she sighs at that. Conchita actually likes roses but like Jecht, she has her priorities straight]

Well, feel free to join me then. We may not truly be involved in an affair, but this part of it should be enjoyable.

[child_abuser]

[Jecht sits down roughly - no manners at all with this one, seriously - and stares suspiciously down at the food.]

"...You tried it yet? It's not poisoned or some shit?"