It's like I'm carrying the weight of the world

[hesperos]

[ So, Yuri's going to be going around, putting up slips of paper for everyone to see, because even with everything that was that trial, he is sure it could help. He doesn't know--it's worked from time to time before anyway and someone should do it. ]



[ Yuri, for once, is going to be making some food for the afterparty that isn't desserts. On his side of things, his food is generally going to be geared towards something more western-style and hearty. In essence, there is some things of curry with beef, chicken, and vegetables in them, take your pick. Sayaka and Kyrie also will be assisting with food, providing stuff that is likely to be geared towards something asian.

This whole set up, of course, is going to be done in the dining hall, since that's where it usually is. ]

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[destage]

...I don't think so? I've got some weird things that go over my knuckles. And some very tiny chair? ...I don't think that'll last too long though, but...

[Hmm.]

Maybe we could make something in the art room to mess with it. The chemistry lab seems like it'd be a little dangerous, and the worst we could do to ourselves in the art room is get coated in glitter or paint.

[...That gets a bit more of a wry smile.]

[sleepytimegal]

[ She's slipping off her jacket to keep it safe. ]

Glitter and paint? That I can do.

[ Let's hecking do this. ]

[destage]

[TO THE ART ROOM, THEN thank god it doesn't seem like anyone decided to come in here. The place looks...better than it did, to say the least, and maybe that much makes it easier.]

...I wonder if we could tear an easel apart and use some of the stuff from that to mess around a bit.

[Still, Sayaka goes to one place in particular to pull some stuff out--look at all of this glitter, Alex, good god. It reminds her a bit of how much fun she had painting the walls with Yuri.]

Where do we even begin...?

[sleepytimegal]

Hmm... Let's start small.

[ Alex hangs her jacket up on an easel by the door. One to avoid touching, it seems.

...The place has been cleaned so nicely since earlier, she doesn't want to think about it, so... She walks over to a can of green paint and just kicks it over, watching it spread across the floor in satisfaction. ]

Paint the room with your rage.

[destage]

[Sayaka takes note of that, and...well, Sayaka's anger seems to come out in a smile that Alex has likely never seen before. There's no warmth to it at all; it feels cold, and practically menacing. Probably at least a little frightening?

...Never the less, Sayaka makes to grab a can of yellow paint, and just plain chucks it across the room. Not in the direction of where Alex hung her coat, because she's gonna keep that much in mind, but that is about as hard of a chuck as a twig can manage. That's probably a fair bit of mess.]

Satisfactory~?

[...She'll reign it in a bit, actually, clearing her throat.]

...I hope that wasn't too weird.

[sleepytimegal]

[ The smile definitely is noteworthy, but- ...Well, Alex has done a few wild things in her mourning days. A few...unsettling things. When she was full of anger - well, more full of it - and less full of depression. If it helps? It helps.

So Alex sends her an easy smile and kicks over an easel. ]

Weird? What's that.

[destage]

[...Bless you, Alex, Sayaka has never been good at this and she promptly grins, opening up some glitter and promptly sending it all over the floor.]

Weird doesn't exist. Not even in the slightest!

[sleepytimegal]

Never heard of it!

[ Time for some- oh, colored pencils, just dump those out everywhere. Everywhere. ]

There's absolutely nothing weird about paint the floor with your feelings.

[destage]

Oh, absolutely not!

[Sayaka throws down some crayons and markers, kicking them across the room as they spill with a smile.]

If anything, I'd say that it's the best part...

[...Sayaka looks at Alex for a moment, taking note of how close she is to her coat, and goes back over to the glitter drawer. There's a few things in here, but she digs through and pulls out some gold glitter, opening it up a bit and shaking it into her hand.

If Sayaka can get a good vantage point, and walk a bit closer...well, look out, Alex. Sayaka's gonna blow a cloud of gold dust your way.]

[sleepytimegal]

[ Alex is, in fact, focused on stomping on an easel, until it makes a satisfying crack, watching the paint seep into it... and looking up when Sayaka steps closer, just into to get a golden glitter shower. ]

Wha- h-hey!! Pffttthh! [ Noooo it's getting in her mouth! ]

[destage]

[...shit, she wasn't expecting her to turn around! Sayaka's expression just kind of pales and she rushes over.]

I'm so sorry! I didn't think you were going to turn around, and I thought it'd look cute...!

[JUST. GONNA TRY AND HELP GET THAT GLITTER OFF.

...with her clean hand, her glitter hand is probably grabbing onto Alex to keep her steady. Whoops.]

[sleepytimegal]

Kkchk! It- it's fine. It's- [ Really, it doesn't seem that bad, it didn't get in her eyes or anything, but she's trying to rub some off her face and...

With a playfully vengeful look, Alex swiftly runs her glittered-covered hand through Sayaka's hair. ]

Even!

[destage]

I don't think it's very-- [--ALEX YOU LITTLE BRAT, oh dear god, you little shit. She was being helpful!!

...Yeah, well, you know what, she's never tried this before but--she's gonna try to dig a hand under one of Alex's armpits and see if she's tickleish!]

Two can play at that game!

[sleepytimegal]

Game? Wha- oh, noooo! Nooo, tickling's too far!

[ She's not terribly ticklish (years of developing resistance to an older brother, after all), but it's still a surprise! So she tries to wrestle Sayaka's hands away, lightly, while giggling. ]

[destage]

All's fair in love and war, or so the saying goes, honey!

[It's out of her mouth before she can really stop it, but Sayaka's just starting to laugh in a genuine, bubbly way and withdraws her hand--before going for her neck instead.]

What are yooou going to do about it, huh?

[sleepytimegal]

[ Honey. ...Oh, that feels kind of nice, actually? Really nice. She can't help but smile, and- well, try for Sayaka's stomach, to tickle there too. ]

Th- [ Small giggle. ] This, dear!

[destage]

[...See, the problem with Sayaka's life is that she had no siblings, nor any particularly playful friends who ever tried to tickle her.

Point is, Sayaka jumps back, making a restrained squeak--]

N-not if I have anything to say about it...! [She is insanely tickleish, oh no, she's made a mistake. ...Dear, though, that's...she has to actually think about that, some blush rising to her cheeks as she leaves herself open...]

[sleepytimegal]

[ It's a spur of the moment thing! ...She'll probably settle on a better term of endearment, later, but--

For now! Victory, a vicious smirk crosses her face. ]

Ha-ha! Have at thee! [ Tickle at her sides! ]

[destage]

[Nah, if anything, she finds it really goddamn cute? Like, holy shi--]

Yeeeeeeeek!!

[NO, THIS IS UNFAIR, HOW VERY DARE? Sayaka tries to just kind of wiggle her sides out of Alex's grip while wrestling her hands off, but it'd help if she weren't laughing like a hyena and threatening to fall over--]

No fair, no fair eeeeeyahahahaha oh my god stoppit you!

[sleepytimegal]

Never! I'm gonna tickle ya 'til- wh- wh-whoa, whooaaa!

[ ...guess who is also losing her balance ]

1/2

[destage]

D-Don't you dar--

[You know what this means, don't you?

TIMBEEEEEEEEEER]

Sh--shit!

[here we are, on the floor, with our sins]

2/2

[destage]

[... ... ...

GUESS WHOSE HANDS ARE GOING UP TO CLAMP HER MOUTH SHUT

Oh god she cussed, she actually cussed, she can't even believe herself--]

1/2

[sleepytimegal]

[ sin and paint and glitter, it's an #aesthetic fitting of a post-aligula case honestly

Alex very lightly groans, she's been through worse falls, but still. ]

Mis...takes...

2/2

[sleepytimegal]

[ ...wait a second ]

Heeeey... Sayaka, you just swore, babe. Congrats.

[destage]

[damn fuckin' right it is

Oh dear god, don't call her out like this???? Sayaka's hands go to hide her face, it's just gone a bright shade of red and it feels like it burns, just like her tongue should be.]

I have no idea what you're talking about, I am a lady, and ladies do not cuss. Absolutely nothing like this happened.

[This would be more convincing if she didn't say it behind her hands.]