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[secondthoughts]

Who ☀ Hector & "everyone"
What ☀ It's Hector's birthday!
When ☀ August 5
Where ☀ Lumina Cloth. Surprise!
Content Warnings ☀ drunk people, will add as needed

[ Arrive at Mac Anu, where the welcome party was held, to find it...empty? A quick look on the forums shows a little edit to Hector's post:

We're popping Lumina Cloth's cherry! See you there :-)

So that's where he is.

In the center of the brightly illuminated nighttime city, Hector's set himself up for his little get together. But since he doesn't have any tables or plates or anything fancy like that, all the alcohol and food he bought from various vendors are just...strewn around the floor. The food is probably still good to eat, though. It's fine. Take what strikes your fancy!

Hector's wearing his outfit again. He lounges on the steps of that funky spinny thing in the center of town, and anyone who gets close enough to hear him will hear music coming from his mic. Give him a break. He's doing his best.

When enough people have gathered, he might actually get up and drag everyone into a drinking game.

So enjoy—eat, drink, mingle, and smack your friends! PvP is enabled here, after all :) ]

Comments

[dissimulative]

[ Tiny frog sips water from his little cup. ]

Can't even drive it... ribbit.

[tylorific]

Oh, what a shame. Why not?

[dissimulative]

Mom banned me, ribbit. I have a license and everything, ribbit! I own the car and it's under my name, ribbit! She's too strict for this, ribbit...

[tylorific]

I see. That sounds very unfair of her. [ a serious nod! ] Ribbit.

Why'd she do such a thing?

[dissimulative]

She's--

[ ... ]

Are you copying me, ribbit?

[ Have this 4 cm desert rain frog judge you very intensely, Justy. ]

[tylorific]

[ Have a shrug. ]

Oh, well it seemed fun to say. Do you like frogs?

[dissimulative]

No, ribbit!! I'm cursed, ribbit!!

[ He lets out a very sonorous war cry, which is a squeak. ]

[tylorific]

I see. I'm sorry to hear about your cute curse. But don't worry, it probably won't last forever.

[ He sounds genuine despite calling it cute !!! ]

So, "She's--" what?

[dissimulative]

I reject this curse wholeheartedly, ribbit.

[ Anyway. ]

She's just really strict about things, ribbit. Probably thinks I'll be driving too much and forget about every other obligation I have, ribbit.

[tylorific]

Oh. Then do you have a lot of obligations?

[dissimulative]

Yeah, but I do them all, ribbit. So I don't see the problem, ribbit.

[tylorific]

Wow, that really is unfair then.

What if you drove it anyway?

[dissimulative]

I get grounded, ribbit.

[ Spoken as if it's the obvious. ]

Mom's scary when she's genuinely mad, ribbit.

[tylorific]

So, not worth it?

It still feels like she's banning you for no real reason.

[dissimulative]

Definitely not worth it... I can't explain her actions other than "she's strict", so it just feels better off not driving, ribbit.

[ Don't make him face his mom??? ]

[tylorific]

[ His mom sounds like Tylor's nightmare. ]

Does talking about it make her mad too?

[dissimulative]

No, but she's great at shutting down things, ribbit.

[ The frog sighs and squeaks, teetering from side to side. ]

[tylorific]

[ Well, now he's crossing his arms. ]

Oh, so you can't really talk about it either? She doesn't sound very nice.

[dissimulative]

You never had a strict parent, ribbit? Or a teacher, ribbit?

[ That's the vibe he's starting to get from him... ]

[tylorific]

Sure I have.

[ Not like what Oriade's describing but his definition of strict is also not exactly the same. Teacher? Parent? He doesn't clarify. ]

But that doesn't mean I listened to them all the time.

[dissimulative]

It must be nice to have a choice, ribbit.

[ ... ]

Don't say that I technically have a choice, ribbit. That's not what I mean, ribbit.

[tylorific]

Oh, there's always a choice. But that doesn't mean it's always an easy one, so I don't really blame you.

Next time I turn into a grunty, you can ride me if you want to. It's not exactly the same as a car though.

[dissimulative]

[ ...

Oria the frog stares at Tylor with bigger eyes if that's even possible. ]

You turn into... what, ribbit?