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[harderdaddy]

Text | Voice | Video | Action What are yah stupid? You know what ta do. kisses~

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[verynormalturnipseller]

[Historically, Wen Ning has covered his ears and hummed through network arguments. He knows he can't handle people like that without knowing exactly what he needs to say. He'd just shut down if he tried.

Still feels like a coward for not at least trying to join the fray, though.]

Do you need anything, Treasure?

[Are you alright is a silly question under the circumstances. Practicality is a refuge.]

voice cw drugs/addiction

[harderdaddy]

[Angel's voice is...off. Detached in a way that it isn't usually, having taken more of his stash than he should've.]

You're sweet. M'fine. It ain't a big deal. Nothin' no one said that weren't true.

[Does it sound convincing enough?]

cw drugs/addiction

[verynormalturnipseller]

[Well, he's not shocked.]

Yes there was, but I'm not going to make you talk about it right now.

[He considers. Maybe even asking for decisions is unfair at the moment.]

I'll cover for you at breakfast if you'd like to lay low a bit. I can deliver, too. I know what you like, how about Husk?

[He's spoken to Husk all of twice, but it doesn't take much for him to offer custom meals. Especially under the circumstances.]

[harderdaddy]

... [Angel takes a breath, a bit more shaky than he'd like.] Could you?

[Even that small gesture's got Angel up in his feelings, and he gives a flustered laugh and a sniff.]

That would help. [Look at Angel, accepting help! The growth!] I think he'd be all right with the same? Maybe stronger coffee?

[verynormalturnipseller]

I don't know if my coffee's very good.

[It's just by the book. He'd never encountered it before the barge and he has no idea how it's supposed to taste.]

I'll do my best. And...

[Delicately. He doesn't want Angel to feel scolded.]

If you wind up wanting a treatment, tell me? I'll come to you or the other way around, whichever you like.

[He is immediately next door, if Angel wants that psychological remove. Not exactly leaving seclusion.]

[harderdaddy]

Any coffee is good coffee when you're hungover.

[There's a short pause, and Angel sighs.]

Probably need one later, yeah. I'll message you when I'm more myself again.

[verynormalturnipseller]

I'll add some tea eggs to your basket.

[Salt and protein. Good boosts.]

Be as good to yourself as you can?

[harderdaddy]

I'll try, Doll. Promise.
I'm okay.

[verynormalturnipseller]

...You know it's alright if you're not, though, right?

[harderdaddy]

...Shh.
We'll talk soon.
I can't-

[verynormalturnipseller]

Alright, mooncake, it's fine. I'll talk to you then.

[And at the appropriate time there will be a hangover breakfast delivered, replete with electrolytes and savory protein and coffee. And some pretty apple and carrot shapes on the side.

And a dish of Wen Ning's little pressed cakes. Half are the same pink he made Angel before. The other half, well, he struggled getting a real black with food coloring that didn't overwhelm the subtle taste of mung bean and green tea. So he settled on red and darker red.]