GRAVEYARD - SPIN THE BOTTLE OVERFLOW

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where we can be drunk the night before endgame without hitting captcha, sorry mods we love you

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[selfinserting]

[Since Zenitsu is a good and valid boy, Evan's drink is at least non-alcoholic, so he nods and does just that.]

It's probably, um, more fair this way... Right?

[Especially since he got here late, and Some People have been at it for a while.]

[swordflash]

[Choosing Sanji would've been funny, but also cruel and unusual punishment. He might choke on the cider if they try to shove it down his throat.]

Yeah.

It's not a bad drink, either. Do you like it?

[selfinserting]

[He nods immediately, trying to offer a smile.]

Yeah! Yeah, I do. It's, um, it's really good. Thank you for giving it to me.

[swordflash]

There's plenty for all of us. Here.

[He grabs an unopened bottle of cider from the side.]

This way, you can keep your cup full.

[selfinserting]

Thanks.

[He takes it, opening it so he can pour some more into his cup, before he spins again. This time, he lands on "spinner drinks half a glass", so Zenitsu has good timing. He starts to sip as he looks his way.]

Have you, um... I mean, is this your first time, um, playing something like this?

[swordflash]

[They're going to feel so full after tonight.

Zenitsu nods.]

I didn't have friends to play them with, so most games are new to me—not that we have something like this in my world.

[selfinserting]

Oh...

[A sympathetic glance.]

I'm, um, I'm sorry. That you didn't - you know. But, um, people seem to like you a lot here!

[swordflash]

You think so? I didn't start making friends until the mansion.

[That was one good thing about that place. People are very kind here, generally speaking.]

By the way, did you ever get a paper crane from Wei Wuxian?

[selfinserting]

A paper crane...? I, um, I don't think so. Why?

[He tilts his head.]

[swordflash]

[His brow creases in mild confusion.]

We made some together. He wanted to give one to everyone here, but especially you.

[selfinserting]

[It isn’t hard to detect the surprise in his expression.]

I... Especially me? Why?

[swordflash]

He thought you might like it—being remembered.

I guess he couldn't send them with the postcards . . .

[selfinserting]

[Regardless of whether or not it worked, he looks clearly touched after the surprise fades, letting out a heavy exhale once he takes that in.]

It was... That was really nice of him, even if it didn't come over. [And, after a moment:] Nice of, um, nice of you too. I mean, if you helped him with it... Thank you.

[swordflash]

[His cheeks color a tad at the gratitude. That's too sincere!]

I didn't do that much . . .

How about this? Once we're done here, we can find some paper and fold those cranes you never got. If you don't know how to make them, I'll show you.

[selfinserting]

I, um... [aaaaa] I'd really, um, really like that.

[But!]

You, um, you can go whenever you want to. With the - bottle.