luca.

[enfangs]

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week 0, saturday.

[enfangs]

[unfortunately, jumping into the hot tub with grace wasn't quite enough to get all of the green slime out of his clothes, and sure, white just changed into another outfit later, but he likes that one? so here he is in the laundry room.

... squinting at the washers and dryers...

someone may have never had to use one of these things before.]

[notaccurate]

[Honestly? Luca has never used a modern washing machine either. He usually pays someone else to wash his clothes.

But still, when he walks by the laundry room, he stops. Because White is in there, and he looks confused.]

Having trouble?

[Luca might not know how to use a washing machine either, but he's at least seen them before and is good at figuring machines out.]

[enfangs]

[making other people do it for you is a mood.]

Uh... you know how to use one of these?

[notaccurate]

Of course, it's just a washing machine.

[He has no idea. But his ego won't let him back down.]

[enfangs]

All right, then show me.

[good luck, luca]

Week 0, Friday

[notaccurate]

[He has to walk by the laundry room eventually, and when he does he'll peek in and see a familiar face.]

Washing your clothes again, White?

[enfangs]

[he scowls, though it's not directed at luca, per se.]

Yeah, 'cause I keep getting covered in slime around here.

[notaccurate]

Ah.

[Well. Time to step in and grab the soap again.]

What happened this time?

[enfangs]

Tried to break down the door after we got locked in. It spat slime at me.

week 1, wednesday.

[enfangs]

[they meet in the laundry room—

no this time white is. attempting to build a fort of beanbag chairs in the rec room. why? BECAUSE SOMETHING IS HORRIBLY WRONG WITH HIM and so now he's trying to hide from the world.]

[notaccurate]

[Fortress of washing machines-

Well. Time to get close to the beanbag chairs and try to peer inside. Someone must be in there, right?]

[enfangs]

[it white

who gives a jump when luca peers in]

W-What are you doing here!?

[notaccurate]

When one finds a tower of bean bag chairs in the middle of the room, one must investigate it. What are you doing, White?

Week 1, Sunday

[notaccurate]

[HI WHITE he's not going to suplex you today, he's too busy pacing outside the medbay, waiting for an answer on how SQX is doing. He's a bit of a mess right now, he's not even trying to keep his hair in check or anything.]

She'll be alright, yes? She has to be.

[enfangs]

[thanks luca

white stops by just to see what the situation, though he doesn't look as fretful as luca does.]

We'll see. Not like we know for sure how those things work... but hopefully, it'll be okay.

[notaccurate]

We'll have to hope in those pods.

[He sighs, and he tries to relax. Tries.]

It's just- what in the world were the avatars thinking, sending her in there?

[enfangs]

Who knows? Without any of our powers, most of us would've probably had a shitty time against the fucking robot anyway, so maybe that was their logic—though sending the hungover one is, uh.

week 2, monday.

[enfangs]

[white's in the kitchen, getting some food from the vending machine when he sees luca. he holds up a hand in greeting, and—well, something happens (ch. 5-6, ends at "I'm sorry." / "Why?").

...]

[notaccurate]

[Luca's in the kitchen to get food for SQX, and he smiles and nods to White. But then they share that moment, and Luca stops and blinks a few times.

It makes sense. White is very obviously a demon, of course he would be able to transform into something more. But still, he somehow didn't expect it.]

...ah.

[What does he even say to that? He's never been good at breaking the ice after something awkward like seeing someone's past so openly.]

[enfangs]

[... huh.

in a way, it's nothing that white hasn't implied one way or another—that he's not exactly a good person, that he's got some nonhuman qualities—but. it is just a little awkward having it explicitly aired out like that.]

... Well, that just happened, I guess.

[notaccurate]

It certainly did.

[And he just. Goes over to the food vending machine.

A few seconds later, two big stacks of chocolate and banana pancakes come out. One is immediately being offered to White.]

Week 7, Thursday

[notaccurate]

[He was a bit busy with a few things, but once that all gets taken care of he's going to track down White.]

First things first: I am so, so glad you didn't get blamed for my murder. I was so worried about that after the fact.

[enfangs]

[he blinks in surprise because that's not what he was expecting at all?? so he just blurts out. words.]

Uh. Thanks? What? [???] Why, were they trying to frame me or something?

[notaccurate]

The forehead horn? I thought she would try to blame my head injury on you?

[Nobody else has nubbin horns except Endorsi and White, so.]

[enfangs]

[he squints.]

Head injury...? [he does not remember the details of trials that far back, but i, jan, reread it and am crying now.] You're probably... overestimating how much we figured out...