[Yeah, here is the clown, slumped with their head buried in their arms. There's an almost-empty bottle on the counter next to them, and when Luca approaches, there's an almost palpable cloud of unhappiness and jealousy that comes from them.]
[And suddenly he does feel a bit bad, because he remembers how snappish he got on Wednesday when Douman rebuked him. Time to shove those particular feelings far away! He's trying to cheer Douman up a little, after all.]
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...Mm? [They lift their head.] Luca?
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Luca will skip the booze for now, and instead slide into the seat next to Douman.]
Did you already drink your way to sluggishness?
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[They say, dryly - they slump back into their arms.]
I'm already tired.
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We're dead. At this point, hangovers mean nothing.
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[Oh right. Their injuries heal fast, and that probably includes hangovers.]
I hadn't considered that.
[He'll just reach over the bar to grab whatever bottle is closest, then.]
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...Anyways, that went. [A pause. And with sarcasm:] Well.
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[The irritation is back, but it's not aimed at Douman.]
Every time I think I have what I want to say upon our return planned out, something happens that makes me need to change it.
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[How pessimistic.]
They really...just did that. They didn't care, because it was "justified" this time.
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[He. May have a lot of experience with that problem.]
Still, I can't bring myself to fault Mineo. I can't help but feel he got manipulated into it by others.
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I don't blame Mineo, either. Technically, he was right. Childe should have been killed.
[And a sigh.]
But it just goes to show that when you're liked...or when a bad deed is approved of by the majority...you'll always get what you want.
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[Luca, having to deal with that for so much of his life.]
In some ways, I'm glad I was killed. It's better than knowing if they would vote me out or not.
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[Quietly:]
I know they would've voted me out. Even if I wasn't Limbo. Even like this. They would.
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So. It wouldn't surprise me.
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[And suddenly he does feel a bit bad, because he remembers how snappish he got on Wednesday when Douman rebuked him. Time to shove those particular feelings far away! He's trying to cheer Douman up a little, after all.]
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[YEAH THEY...SOUND A LITTLE DOUBFTUL.]
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[That part is true at least.]
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