dms | chroma ☆ week 1 curfew

[ well!! there are already tons of cushions set out for our poor, injured ambers, so kazu is bringing out snacks for everyone as the projector flickers between movies and lights i guess!! ]

Looks like the party's just us four tonight!

[Kumon is watching Kazu like he could disappear at any moment, but he does stay down and on a cushion.]

[ ...

kazunari pats his head once and sits next to him. ]

Hey, Kumopi, don't you think Hyodle would love these? Maybe we can bring some back for him, as a souvenir!

[ they're like. little artist palette-shaped candies. ]

[ they could attach a bell to kazu if he wants to hear him. you know like a cat bell

plopping down. ]

Maybe we should figure out a game to play?

[ something easy enough for the injured ]

[His shoulders shake a little and he starts crying, even as he tries to stop himself.]

[here little nyanya]

What kind?

[ screams internally ]

Wh- Hey, hey, Kumopi! It's okay. We'll see him and everyone else again soon.

[sniffles and tries very hard to talk through the tears]

R-right. He's fine and he's at home and n-nothing happened to him.

Hmm... we could try one of the games from before or twenty questions.

[ ohhhhhhh he wants to ask why kumopi would think something's happened to him so bad.

but not now. he just pats kumon's head again, smiles, and scoots a little closer. ]

That's right. Right now it's just us, though, so maybe we can play one of Prompom's games? Or - hey, d'you want to see how Kiyopi dressed him up the other day? [ lowers his voice to a conspiratorial stage whisper because prompto is right there. ] I got pics when he wasn't looking, you know.

[He leans his uninjured side against Kazu. It's fine. It's fine. Everything is okay. Or at least mostly okay.]

Um... Let's play a game.

Twenty questions... that's the one where you guess what somebody's thinking of, right?

You did what?! Hey!

[ this brotrayal ]

That's the one. I think we should limit it to stuff we've seen here.

[What party? Atsushi is holding onto a stuffed black cat and has burrito'd himself up as best as he can in whatever bit of blanket he can find. He's also trembling a bit but it's probably because he's a little cold. Maybe!]

Please don't draw on my face if I fall asleep first.