AND WE WILL NEVER BE ROYALS

[journalname]

[Wednesday evening, as the posters promised, it is time for a group dinner!

Corrin and Asgore appear to have gone all out on this. There's not many materials to decorate the dining hall, but someone has found the candles in the storage closet and set them out on the long tables to try and replace the flickering fluorescent lights with something a little more peaceful. The spread is simple, but fairly varied; there's a few different kinds of soup and sandwiches, and even what appears to be a few simple homemade pies.

For now, the mood is warm and mellow. The hosts and helpers are milling around, making sure that everyone is comfortable and well-fed, but this is just a dinner party for now. Games and entertainment can come later, after everyone has utterly lost their minds from boredom!]

Comments

[yourpiecenow]

[watches for a little while...]

Why does it feel like the guys here are all gagging for a talent show?

[armamenta]

[He'll catch the knife a final time and put it away once he's addressed. That gets a shrug, though.]

Does it? I hadn't noticed.

[yourpiecenow]

You're all doing your cute little tricks, like little dogs. [smirks] If you're trying to pick one of us up, you should try that thing where you stab between your fingers really quickly. Such a turn on.

[armamenta]

If you say so. I can't imagine anyone would be interested in picking anyone up here, though.

[yourpiecenow]

Says you. People in horror movies always get right down to business. [and then. die.]

[armamenta]

And that's a stupid idea.

[no wonder they die, they're too dumb to live]

[yourpiecenow]

Don't write it off so quickly. It's more fun than playing with your knife by yourself.