text, un: gautier, cw: some references to alcohol use and sexual content

[laidtocrest]

[Specifics tbd, but there's a drunk Midnight involved and he doesn't have a shirt and might've lost his pants. he's fucking naked.

But for now.]

a guy lost his clothes to the washer. anybody saw a pink shirt?

[Attached is a picture of Midnight. I have no fanart, so you must imagine this guy: no shirt, Jojo-posing, wearing a pink feathery thing, drunk, fly open.]

and here's the guy who lost his stuff

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Second is though, un: Broca

[broca]

Tell him to just find a new shirt.

text; un: The Seventh Crown of the Seventh Demon King

[unrequite]

Hello Operator Broca! I'm not oppsoed to finding a new shirt, I simply liked the old one.

[ More coherent! He's going to try and put in effort for a Senior Operator! Being extremely difficult is for when they get know each other. Midnight is looking forward to that. ]

[broca]

Look for it more after you get a new shirt first.

[unrequite]

[ after some time: ]






so you don't want to look at my abs?

[broca]

?

I have my own?

[ Did you know that not a single member of the ABC gang has ever had a romantic partner?

Absolutely mysterious how that could happen when they're all just so good at this kind of banter. ]

[unrequite]

[ The entire landship is waiting for them to realize that they are all married to each other, lbr ]

Oh that is very fair and true. Quite right. Your abs are fvery nice, Operator. Thank you.

[broca]

[ They'll be waiting for a long, long time on these dense motherfuckers. They have only one brain cell between the three of them (which Chiave is never allowed to hold). ]

Why are you thanking me??

[unrequite]

[ Have you ever seen three Italian furries fail so spectacularly at understanding things before? It would be so beautiful if it wasn't so sad. ]

for you rservice
for the view
you are doing charity work, operator

[broca]

[😔]

...

I'm not the one without a shirt on right now.

[unrequite]

i'm going to interpret that as you accepting both your abs and mine. good. acceptance is the lasy step. you skippedcso many in between steps. progress

[broca]

[ ....................... ]

Where are you? I'm going to bring you clothing.

[unrequite]

the laundromat!!! thank you for the offer, operator, i appreicate it.

[ Why is he ignoring the fact that Broca would now like to cover up his abs? Well, when one is stupid, one can engage in what is called "selective reading"... ]

I do have something on now, though. Behold:

[ A picture of his current outfit. He definitely drunkenly bullied Sylvain into taking the picture for him. He is so fortunate to be as hot as he keeps saying he is because otherwise the look is hideous. ]

[broca]

[ You know, Broca's not exactly a fashionista. He doesn't have strong clothing opinions, but even he can recognize how unfortunate that one is. ]

I'll bring you better clothing. Stay there.

[unrequite]

yes sir :)

[ And Midnight will stay at the laundromat, probably with Sylvain puttering around in the background. He is sitting in one of those plastic chairs, still in that godawful outfit, looking completely content to just watch the world pass him by. ]

[laidtocrest]

[Yeah, occasionally he'll look up and ask something like, "You doing okay?" Or, "You need me to get you anything?" But right now he's having a small existential crisis and is busy sorting through feelings.]

...

[And occasionally fishing out something like a terrible three wolf moon shirt and holding it up for Midnight's thoughts and feelings. He's keeping that shirt. He'll never wear it but it reminds him of a friend.]

[broca]

[ And here is Broca, walking in without a word, a plain black tank top in hand (expected...), scanning the laundromat for Midnight.

If he notices Sylvain there he gets a nod of acknowledgment, otherwise it's a beeline over to where Midnight is sitting and shove the shirt out at him. ]

Here.

[ They can just skip all greetings and pleasantries, right? Well they're going to be doing that either way. ]

[unrequite]

[ ! Midnight's in the middle of giving Sylvain a passionate thumbs up to just about every decision he's making because he is too wasted to engage the modicum of good taste he has, but he brightens to see his fellow Operator come through the door. He really came. Midnight takes the tank top from Broca's hands, the absolute picture of drunken gratitude. ]

Thank you, Operator. Quite kind of you. I truly am grateful.

[ ... He starts pulling it over everything he's already wearing I'm sorry I'm so sorry he's just very drunk and too filled with warm feelings to leave room for a single critical thought. God. ]

[laidtocrest]

there's no words for how much i'm struggling right now. (also, operator?)

[broca]

We work for the same organization.

A lot of people that work there are like this.

[laidtocrest]

you're serious?

[???]

now you gotta tell me the details. look at it this way, it'll either be you or midnight telling me what it's like

[broca]

[ That's a good point and all, but... ]

He likes to talk more than I do.

[laidtocrest]

i noticed.

sooo..............how do you survive if you're like this and he's like that and everyone else is like that?

[broca]

My friend Chiave talks even more.

[ Which really doesn't begin to cover all that Chiave chooses to be on the regular, but does at least give the sense that Broca has been built up a resistance to nonsense thanks to exposure. ]

[laidtocrest]

oh yeah!! i know what that's like. all of my friends love training for some reason, so even if i hate it i know to brace myself when the subject comes up. same with you and talking, yeah?

[broca]

No.

[ This sure seems a contradictory response. ]