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[fallenpips.livejournal.com]

[Big honking chocolate offering for Loki.]

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can tag a couple times, then have to run away for a few hours, but will be back!

[trickster-loki.livejournal.com]

Christmas present?

I love you, dear. I'm free for a while.

[fallenpips.livejournal.com]

I...was formally dismissed from the Suit of Spades.

[octohorse.livejournal.com]

[Can horses eat chocolate? Either way, have a Loki-baby trotting in, curious.]

[fallenpips.livejournal.com]

[While her very loose association with Mel and the stables should have cured the girl of every warm-fuzzy pony feeling...] Oh, dear gods. Lookit you! Aw~!

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

[This is not the chaos god she's looking for. But Pan likes chocolate, and he was wandering past, therefore.]

Someone looks like she's having a bit of a day.

[fallenpips.livejournal.com]

It shows? Isadore, sir. Formerly of Spades. [Or perhaps she should be introducing herself by name, instead of immediately telling him who just kicked her out on her ass.]

/sneaks Anna out of hiatus to offer a buddy,

[justnotverygood.livejournal.com]

That is a lot of chocolate. What's wrong?

[fallenpips.livejournal.com]

[Shut up, Anastasia, you're being squeezed now. And you might notice in said squeeze that Isadore's armed to the teeth, as though she's worried she'll need to defend herself.]

[morallydefunct.livejournal.com]

I rather thought chocolate was for eating, really.

[Hello, former Spade, how are you?]

[fallenpips.livejournal.com]

Someone will eat it. All of it. Someone always does.

[Gloating, Victor?]

[awearytraveler.livejournal.com]

[She hasn't heard of it yet, so she's quizzical at the amount of chocolate and looks at Isadore with an uncertain frown.]

Is something the matter, if I'm allowed to inquire?

[fallenpips.livejournal.com]

A little bit. [Her voice is flat. Numb.]

[graceandwit.livejournal.com]

You look like you need a drink, Miss Six.

[fallenpips.livejournal.com]

No. [That's not no to a drink, that's no to the Six.]

[hospitable-hel.livejournal.com]

What has warranted this offering? You seem... different from when we last met. [No, she is not asking for any chocolate; not directly at least. She is just concerned over her acquaintance.]

[fallenpips.livejournal.com]

I've lost my job and my home. [She gestures toward the chocolates--have at.]

[black0and0white.livejournal.com]

((It takes a while, between Adrien first spotting her and him approaching her. She looks numb, full of grief, and for a moment, something unpleasant coils in his stomach. After some steeling of courage, he walks towards her, letting his hand drop to her shoulder to indicate his prescence. There aren't any words to come up with, though, so for now, he'll just sit down nxt to her and pull her close to him.))

[fallenpips.livejournal.com]

[When he touches her, she flinches, reaching for a knife--and then she sees it's him. There are no words, just...crumpling into his arms, letting him be comforting.]

Had to

[threeaspects.livejournal.com]

[ A heavily pregnant, but still very much cheerful lady is sat nearby watching. ]

Not even a candle for me?

[fallenpips.livejournal.com]

I've got a candy for you, if that will serve as apology.

can tag a couple times, then have to run away for a few hours, but will be back!

[trickster-loki.livejournal.com]

Christmas present?

I love you, dear. I'm free for a while.

[fallenpips.livejournal.com]

I...was formally dismissed from the Suit of Spades.

[octohorse.livejournal.com]

[Can horses eat chocolate? Either way, have a Loki-baby trotting in, curious.]

[fallenpips.livejournal.com]

[While her very loose association with Mel and the stables should have cured the girl of every warm-fuzzy pony feeling...] Oh, dear gods. Lookit you! Aw~!

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

[This is not the chaos god she's looking for. But Pan likes chocolate, and he was wandering past, therefore.]

Someone looks like she's having a bit of a day.

[fallenpips.livejournal.com]

It shows? Isadore, sir. Formerly of Spades. [Or perhaps she should be introducing herself by name, instead of immediately telling him who just kicked her out on her ass.]

/sneaks Anna out of hiatus to offer a buddy,

[justnotverygood.livejournal.com]

That is a lot of chocolate. What's wrong?

[fallenpips.livejournal.com]

[Shut up, Anastasia, you're being squeezed now. And you might notice in said squeeze that Isadore's armed to the teeth, as though she's worried she'll need to defend herself.]

[morallydefunct.livejournal.com]

I rather thought chocolate was for eating, really.

[Hello, former Spade, how are you?]

[fallenpips.livejournal.com]

Someone will eat it. All of it. Someone always does.

[Gloating, Victor?]

[awearytraveler.livejournal.com]

[She hasn't heard of it yet, so she's quizzical at the amount of chocolate and looks at Isadore with an uncertain frown.]

Is something the matter, if I'm allowed to inquire?

[fallenpips.livejournal.com]

A little bit. [Her voice is flat. Numb.]

[graceandwit.livejournal.com]

You look like you need a drink, Miss Six.

[fallenpips.livejournal.com]

No. [That's not no to a drink, that's no to the Six.]

[hospitable-hel.livejournal.com]

What has warranted this offering? You seem... different from when we last met. [No, she is not asking for any chocolate; not directly at least. She is just concerned over her acquaintance.]

[fallenpips.livejournal.com]

I've lost my job and my home. [She gestures toward the chocolates--have at.]

[black0and0white.livejournal.com]

((It takes a while, between Adrien first spotting her and him approaching her. She looks numb, full of grief, and for a moment, something unpleasant coils in his stomach. After some steeling of courage, he walks towards her, letting his hand drop to her shoulder to indicate his prescence. There aren't any words to come up with, though, so for now, he'll just sit down nxt to her and pull her close to him.))

[fallenpips.livejournal.com]

[When he touches her, she flinches, reaching for a knife--and then she sees it's him. There are no words, just...crumpling into his arms, letting him be comforting.]

Had to

[threeaspects.livejournal.com]

[ A heavily pregnant, but still very much cheerful lady is sat nearby watching. ]

Not even a candle for me?

[fallenpips.livejournal.com]

I've got a candy for you, if that will serve as apology.