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shawarma time
[ some time after Atem's palace when everyone has had the time to get back from braphine's temple, and more importantly get that sand out of your everything (and enjoy NOT 40 degree Celsius weather)
everyone who was in Atem's palace will find themselves suddenly added to a group chat by joshua and he just sends a singular address
it's the address to a shawarma place that somehow magically has a big enough table to fit 14 people. amazing. we love fluid locations like this.
post palace dinner, y'all know the drill ]
everyone who was in Atem's palace will find themselves suddenly added to a group chat by joshua and he just sends a singular address
it's the address to a shawarma place that somehow magically has a big enough table to fit 14 people. amazing. we love fluid locations like this.
post palace dinner, y'all know the drill ]
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She opens her mouth. Closes it. Thinks, for yet another moment, of just how to respond to that.]
...
I know it wasn't all just you. [The god of conflict is the one causing the palaces to begin with. She knows that - she was at the center of one, too, even.]
...But I'm not sure if I can accept it yet.
[She still feels - shaky. Sick.
It was so much.]
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I understand.
[Because she shouldn't--- there's still much to be done. He knows that. And she may never forgive him.
That's alright.
Regardless of any outcome, he will try harder to do better. It wouldn't be genuine if he expects to be rewarded.]
I'll leave you to your dinner then.
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Thanks.
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Aubrey isn't actually eating anything.
All this about trying to be better, and he assumed what she was doing!
His face feels uncomfortably hot as his heart sinks to his stomach. He damn well knows this feeling isn't because of how warm it is with almost more than twelve people shoved into this tiny restaurant.
He quickly walks away to the counter.
Ten minutes later he returns to Aubrey. Places a styrofoam to-go box before on the table.]
I didn't realize you... [He trails off.] ... You don't have to eat right now, but I brought you some falafel and hummus in case you do... The falafel reheats well if you want to try it later.
[Now that Atem has sufficiently made an ass out of himself, he quickly walks away again to return to his own seat.]
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Still, when he comes back with food, she looks... abashed.]
Oh. ...Thanks.
...
[Before he's out of earshot:]
It's not your fault, you know. ...Not completely, anyway.