YURI LECLERC, yl3 basically

[malewife]

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PRE-W0: SUNDAY.

[malewife]

[ Yuri can have Niah come over and sniff at him. Niah is a wolf, obviously, but his size... Smaller. More of that of a medium-sized dog.

His black fur also seems to sparkle like a starry sky. ]

[ashenvaliant]

[ why would you make me look at these shoes. ]

...

Hello there. How did you get in here?

[malewife]

He's my "luggage."

[ Niah lifts his head when he heads Joonghyuk's voice. Obviously familiar. ]

[ashenvaliant]

Interesting looking luggage.

[malewife]

You will find a couple of us have similar "luggage."

[ashenvaliant]

You wouldn’t all happen to have been in the same place before, would you?

W0 : MONDAY.

[malewife]

[ looks into camera we got this door

12. You open the door and find yourself seated at a table in an Olive Garden restaurant. In front of you is a pink snake, which has a Never Ending Pasta Pass on the table in front of it. It is eating from a bowl of pasta. In front of you is a bowl of pasta, as well. The snake hisses "Eat!" at you. If you refuse, it will bite you, and you will find yourself back in the hallway, disoriented and nursing an unpleasantly painful snakebite. If you eat, you will enjoy(?) a mediocre pasta meal, and will find yourself back in the hallway with a full belly. In either case, only four minutes have passed.

The pink snake HISSES at them to eat.

Joonghyuk... Stays silent, squinting at the snake, while Niah stares at Yuri, then back at the snake. ]

[malewife]

You know the answer.

[ A vague yes. ]

You find yourself recognizing some others here?

[ashenvaliant]

[ well that's as good as he's going to get. ]

I'd say you know the answer to that as well.

[malewife]

[ Different Yuris, same problem. ]

It would be unfortunate to be alone in a place like this, but sometimes that's better.

[ashenvaliant]

[ they both have great hair ]

Could be isolating in a place like this.

[malewife]

[ and secrets. ]

It's less people in the way.

[ashenvaliant]

Less of a network to work with too.

[ashenvaliant]

[ OUR OLIVE GARDEN.

yuri stares at niah. and then at the snake. and then at yjh. and then at the snake.

good hustle, boys. ]

[malewife]

[ THE SNAKE HISSES TO EAT!!!!!! ]

No one can eat if you're this loud.

[ashenvaliant]

... Or it's hissing because we aren't eating. What a conundrum.

[malewife]

More bodies for death.

[ashenvaliant]

I mean. Yes. That too.

[malewife]

[ He looks at Yuri... There is a problem. ]

I don't eat other people's cooking.

[ashenvaliant]

... Then hop on into the kitchen and get on with it, because the snake doesn't look like its going to take "I don't eat other people's cooking" for an answer.

[ pink snake is swaying and hiSSING with more vigour now. ]

[malewife]

I do not cook on command.

[ He also doesn't want to cook for other people. Anyway, he unsheathes his sword. ]

Stop hissing if you want to keep your head.

[ Oh, the Pink Snake is like YOU WANT TO FIGHT? As it slurps up linguini. ]

[ashenvaliant]

And yet you won't eat to appease the angry snake. Picky, picky.

[ he sighs, and will sit down not... NEXT to the snake but near enough to it. ]

[malewife]

How were the numbers where you came from?

Our average was two a week.

[ashenvaliant]

Hmm. It depended? Normally a couple a week.

[malewife]

I can easily kill a ravenous snake.

[ Yuri can watch him sword fight with the pink snake, fangs against his sword. ]

They don't eat pasta.