BLACK ORDER GROUP CHAT [BLACK ORDER MEMBERS ONLY] v.2

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[OOC: this is a catch-all group chat for the Black Order members to use however they'd like. This chat is open ONLY to Black Order members and is not actually part of the Libra app (but their own separate network). ]

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un: bar_cat75

[wiseoldbartender]

I can fucking see this you know. At least filter it from me if you wanna be covert about it, Jesus. Anyway, I'm fine. I ate a cheeseburger.

un: ecraig

[fiddlestick]

What kind of cheeseburger...?

[A real one or one you found at a gas station Husk]

[wiseoldbartender]

The fuck do you mean "what kind of cheeseburger?" How many kinds of cheeseburgers are there? It was a burger. With cheese. They were selling them at one of the food stalls in Undertown.

[So. You know. Probably worse than a gas station cheeseburger.]

[fiddlestick]

.... The last time I ordered food from one of those stalls was when I was feeding a kid that grew up in a demon dimension where they'd eat pixies baked in a pie alive.

Are you SURE you ate beef?

[wiseoldbartender]

Yeah, that sounds like the fucked up shit they might sell there.

[Sadly it does not phase him, because that sounds like something you might find in Hell. Probably something the sickos in Cannibal Town would cook up. He hums thoughtfully.]

I mean... I ain't 100% sure it was beef. It was meat of some description? I digested it fine so-

[fiddlestick]

[ 💧 ]

Right....

Well, I do a lot of home cooking, so if any of you ever needs it, I don't mind putting aside extra portions for you!

[wiseoldbartender]

[Don't think about it, Elliot. It's fine!

People keep offering him food and giving a shit about him here and he doesn't know how to handle this. The fuck are you supposed to do with people caring about your well-being?]

...I mean, I guess? You don't gotta put yourself out for me or anything. I'm used to dealing with my own shit.

[What Husk does can, in no way, be considered "dealing with his shit". ]

[fiddlestick]

Don't worry, you wouldn't be! I'm pretty used to cooking for multiple people, and my husband's out of the country right now, so I'm ending up with more leftovers than usual.

If anything, you'd be doing me a favor!

[wiseoldbartender]

[ Hmmmmm there doesn't seem to be a way of wriggling out of this. Ugh. Kindness. ]

...I mean. Sure. If you really don't want it, I guess I could take some off your hands.

[fiddlestick]

Positive! So it's settled, I'll drop stuff off next time I'm in the neighborhood.

[No getting out of this one]

[wiseoldbartender]

[ This is not fair, no one cares about his allergies towards this unconditional niceness. Reluctantly: ]

Right. Thanks, I guess. See you then.

[crisantemo]

Good thing I didn't care if you saw that.

[ At least she's back to her usual self. Which includes being a pain in the ass towards her dad. ]

That's... something at least. Though have you eaten anything else today?

[wiseoldbartender]

Great. See you're feeling better if you're back on my case.

[A little part of him is glad for it, even if it's at his own expense. ]

I dunno. Some nuts at the bar.

[crisantemo]

I know you've missed me bothering you.

[ But it's nice to feel like herself again, without the constant anxiety. ]

Some nuts. Okay. You'll come over for dinner this week, right.

[ Despite the wording, it is not a question. You're gonna eat proper food, dad. ]

[wiseoldbartender]

Oh yeah, it's been an endless nightmare waiting for it to start up again.

[He HAS been worried. At least this means she's skidding slightly closer to normal again.]

...Sure, I know it's not actually a fucking choice. And you can find me a lot faster these days if I try to avoid you.