[ he blinks at the invitation at first, but he doesn't have to consider the question for long... even though he's been drinking so much this weekend that he should really probably say no. whatever, shit sucks and alcohol is great. ]

Ah... [ he nods — still flickering back and forth between color and grayscale every so often. ] Sure.

[ and away we go ]

[ todomatsu your alcoholism

but away they go then, to the bar. ]

What a week!

[ it's fine he has brothers who are bigger drunks than he is. alcoholism is relative, probably. ]

Yeah, no kidding. [ takes a sip of whatever drink he ended up with and sighs. ] Kind of amazing how it just kept getting worse.

Mm. I don't think anyone expected it to jump to two, and then to actually catch the both of them, and then for the votes to tie...

[ everyone was. so confident. that would not happen. ]

[ definitely flickers over to black and white for a while longer... ]

Ugh... it didn't have to happen that way, if they'd just given us more time to talk about it once we figured out. I mean, what's the point of that hard deadline? It's completely arbitrary!

A lot of things are. The fact that we can't look at anything until Saturday, how we have to wait in line to go investigate...

[ there are ooc reasons for this but, alas, they do not know this. ]

It is perfectly designed to make it stressful.