[ LET'S PLAY A GAME ] ; i'm just such a happy mess

[ungrieved]

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[That's it. That, and...a number of blank lines for people to guess letters. If they're interested in playing, that is. He apparently hasn't seen fit to explain the game, but if you stay tuned, you might catch the general gist of it.]

[[ooc: guessable words are in the comments. Please feel free to threadjack/make new words at your leisure!]]

Comments

[ungrieved]

[Someone's drawn a line through it. That cheap, saccharine phraseology that means nothing, because it's all - because he was never found. He was never found.]

[It was too late for him. It was always too late.]

[yourattention]

There's no need to be rude! TT.TT

[People who are petty enough to write emoji to be sarcastic: Connor.]

[ungrieved]

[Extra fuck you for that one, Connor. Gabe doesn't dignify that with a response.]

[Oh, wait.]

[Yes he does.]

[It's the angry scraping sound of someone frantically trying to grind the existence of this wretched message off the face of stone.]

[yourattention]

[There's laughter coming from a nearby tree. This is great. He is living right now: someone is mad at him and it's the most normal he's felt in a month. This he gets. He knows how to deal with people being angry at him in a way he doesn't know how to deal with people being nice to him, supporting him.

. . . Someone please teach Connor Murphy a healthy coping mechanism.]

[ungrieved]

[Laughter.]

[Gabe straightens, a muscle in his jaw twitching under the pressure of how tightly it's clenched. This isn't how this is supposed to be. No one's supposed to get under his skin like this. He does the emotional subluxation around here; he's the one who people can't get out of their heads, like every repressed memory and unsung song.]

[But when he turns, it's with a smile. Smoothed over.]

Didn't know we had laughing trees around here.