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[carrionmywaywardsun]

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<span style="font-family:Courier New;"><strong>Cool Motive, Still Murder: Amnesia Edition:</strong> </span>

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[inspiteful]

Skylark: I dare you
Skylark: I wouldn't know if crystals are good or bad taste, but nonetheless
Skylark: You're welcome

[carrionmywaywardsun]

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Cool Motive, Still Murder: Amnesia Edition: where the fuck did you find them

[inspiteful]

Skylark: At the department store, on the floor with all the jewellery?

[carrionmywaywardsun]

Cool Motive, Still Murder: Amnesia Edition: the problem with the floor with all the jewelry
Cool Motive, Still Murder: Amnesia Edition: is that it's a whole fucking floor
Cool Motive, Still Murder: Amnesia Edition: full of fucking jewelry

[inspiteful]

Skylark is typing...

...

Skylark is typing...

...

Skylark is typing...

Skylark: You know what, I'll come over

[carrionmywaywardsun]

Cool Motive, Still Murder: Amnesia Edition: I'm on the second floor
Cool Motive, Still Murder: Amnesia Edition: getting lunch

[it's probably not anywhere close to lunch time but who's counting]

[inspiteful]

Skylark: I wasn't aware that lunch was this early

[ But like, less than 10 minutes later, he's at the second floor looking for Valor. ]

[carrionmywaywardsun]

Cool Motive, Still Murder: Amnesia Edition: close enough

[Valor is in the Hawaiian cafe discovering the joys of spam musubi.]

[inspiteful]

[ Once he sees Valor, he approaches, waving. ]

... You really are eating lunch, huh.

[carrionmywaywardsun]

Why would I tell you I was going to eat lunch and then not eat some fucking lunch?

[inspiteful]

Maybe to mess with me?

[ So he says, but he doesn't sound serious. ]

I'll show you where I found the jewellery.

[carrionmywaywardsun]

Shitty fucking way to mess with someone.

[shoving the last bit of spam musubi in his mouth as he gets up]

Lead the way.

[inspiteful]

Noted.

[ But Lark will start walking! Taking an escalator, then leading Valor through aisles of jewellery from various different units, until they reach a display somewhere in the depths of the Bad End (???) section. He paused like, once or twice to get his bearings but otherwise didn't seem to be lost. ]

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[following along! definitely remembering this route so he can find this section again, in case it has Cool Bones in the future]

[inspiteful]

Hmmm...ah, here they are.

[ He picks up one of the ring he showed earlier! ]

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[let's say it's the first one]

...Vertebrae don't fucking look like this.

[inspiteful]

It's stylistic. You can't seriously be expecting a completely accurate rendition that's also practical?

...Actually, the fact you even know what vertebrae look like probably says a lot.

[carrionmywaywardsun]

Why not? If you're gonna go to all the fucking trouble...

[rooting around for a bit until he finds the second one that Lark picked out]

See, this one's pretty good, even if bones don't fucking bend that way.

[inspiteful]

Then you may as well say every single carving and depiction of, I don't know, birds and dragons? Have to be accurate down to the feathers and scales.

If they didn't bend this representation of bones, then it can't be worn as a ring?

[carrionmywaywardsun]

Well, it’s trying to be accurate, and if something’s gonna try to look at actual fucking bones, it better look something like actual fucking bones.

[Valor not only has an aesthetic, his aesthetic has standards.]

[inspiteful]

...You're being surprisingly fussy about this.

[ Not that Lark is actually complaining, so much as he's stating an observation. ]

[carrionmywaywardsun]

What, am I supposed to let people think I don’t know what bones should fucking look like?

[he’s joking, mostly,]

[inspiteful]

I think a lot of people would wonder how you even know what bones are supposed to accurately look like.

[carrionmywaywardsun]

I could be a fucking doctor for all anyone knows. Doctors know what fucking bones look like.

[inspiteful]

You're definitely not a doctor.