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cont. day 22, night.

[finalgambit]

[ from here. ] And what kinds of things have you been studying? A book can only tell you so much.

day 26 night

[foraday]

text m when youre bck.

[sent the second he gets back to Envy and before he inevitably passes out from exhaustion]

day 35 late af / day 36 early af

[finalgambit]

[ sick of people knocking on his door and interrupting his brooding sessions aventurine portals out of the apartments so he can be miserable in peace. he assumes most people are crashing and burning so he could have probably gone into any building but he's still being overly cautious because his appearance is still marty mcfucked. he ducks into the movie theater to linger in the lobby, whose floor is disgustingly sticky. why. ]

...disgusting. [ well, at least the theaters will be dark, empty, and residue free. hopefully. ]

day 35, night, cont. nsfw.

[finalgambit]

[ from here. ]

Oh~ [ aventurine sneers. ] trying to pin her solely on me, Veritas? If I recall I didn't really hear any objections from you during her conception and birth. [ he leans more heavily into him, turning his head to nip at his cheek. ] But, sure, let's... see what this body is all about. [ he scoots backward and lays down, his tail swishing back and forth and brushing veritas now and then. ]

I have been a medical marvel, doc, ...as the last Sigonian there's likely tons to learn about m- [ he blinks, staring at him as his face colors a deep dark red. ] Y- you, you can't just... say that... [ one of his appendages moves to cover his face as he continues to blush and stammer. ]

[primenumber]

[ After the game is over, Ratio is nowhere to be seen... despite his memories being mostly gone, he observed the situation and quietly holed himself up somewhere to forge a plan for survival.

So by the time he's himself again a couple hours later, he's... still alone, and surrounded by scrounged materials and a lousy attempt at building something resembling a computer. Aventurine gets a text: ]

Dr. Ratio: Gambler.
Dr. Ratio: Where did that wretched game spit you out?