[ flopped on a bench by the bonfire because he got sick of the stale clown air real fast

waves... ]

Where'd you end up?

[ do you fit there... ]

[not the stale clown air

she'll come over to flop down next to him.]

Mortuary. [makes a FACE.] You?

Whoa, yikes.

Theater, which... apparently could be worse.

It's not that bad, we've got blankets.

[ok]

And it's not dirt, and it's not outside! I'll take a coffin over dirt with bugs in. Who else you got with you?

[ that icon is so hot ]

Haha... yeah, I guess that much is true...

[ though he's pretty sure there are still bugs and rats hiding out in his shitty clownhole. ]

Um... Alfyn-san, Erin-san, Camille-san, and that little red-haired punk.

[resists urge to make an on fire joke]

That's not too bad! Except for leeches, that punk. [yes this is the nickname she has bestowed upon him] He giving you a hard time?

Yes!!! He tried to kick me into the fire when we first got here, and he's still being super annoying and rude!

[i foresee another game of having to pick ori's character up by the ankles, upside down]

Gods. Well, listen, if he tries that again, come get me and I'll set him straight. [threat]