[You know, the kitchen's not a bad idea after all of that excitement and what seems to have been an endless meeting that went to a lot of places. Sometimes when you get blindsided by an alarming ghost and a bunch of revelations you just get hungry.
So here Anon is, passing her in the kitchen and blinking for a moment. He looks from the cake to her and looks distinctly unsurprised. There's a quirk of a smile.]
You really do like sweet things, huh? What kind of cake is there?
Hahaha, I better do that before it's all gone. Though I get this feeling like we're going to be seeing a lot of cake, lately. Spring, you know.
[Spring, the time of children,, birthdays, and banging, though it's debatable whether he's thought that far.
Anon, for his part, is hanging out by the counter and definitely contemplating the dessert that Ann is describing in such unfair detail. He takes a little while, and it's seemingly to decide on the portion, because he takes a bit, fat piece without any remorse.]
I dunno. I was gonna eat this, and then I think I was gonna head to the dock. The water's nice, and right now it's probably the simplest place on the island.
Then maybe I'll yell. It seems like a good time for that.
[There are pretty much no traces of the earlier bookish disaster for all of them, because Anon is himself; but there is a restlessness to him that's just a notch higher than usual, something buzzing under his skin that doesn't quite settle even though the dessert is quite good and the company is fine too.]
I didn't think I'd end up with another beach party so soon. I guess I'll be an expert by the time this is done!
[What else is there to do on the island, really....... other than murder.]
[Well, honestly, she's going to be looking to see if he's doing his morning runs. It's time to check in on Anon, frankly. She could use some of his perspective.
[He is indeed on his morning runs, because why not? It's a busy morning, everyone a little more lively after the straight up wasteland of yesterday. Anon, for his part, has been lively the whole time, wriggly as an eel and a little waterlogged too. He probably ran into the surf at some point.
He puts up a hand in a pleasant wave when he spots Ann along his path back from the edge of the forest.]
Well, I'm almost done the whole island, so it's just around the mansion and down to the docks again and that's it!
[So actually a pretty leisurely sort of jog more than anything. That's the pace he's at right now, anyway, and he stops obligingly to nab the water, happily pouring some on his head before downing the rest.
He also gives Mokona a wave, he probably met the creature yesterday during the afterparty, which I also need to tag.]
Hahaha, you can just work up the appetite for more cake if you join me! We haven't had as much of it lately.
[Did they really run out of birthdays already. Do they need to start making up more.
He does a little jogging motion in place, waiting for Ann to get ready before taking off at a decent cool-down pace. At least she doesn't have to really try to keep up with him.]
[who needs a birthday to have cake? Ann has a piece of cake almost every day, but especially on Fridays!
But after a brief stretch, she takes off after Anon.
She's not superhuman in her running, but also it's pretty obvious, she's generally in pretty good shape, despite her aversion to running long distances with him.]
[His cake days are covered because he's literally carrying a cake SCP, but also sometimes he has to add cake to the cake dimension himself. It's a containment duty (maybe). Friday is, of course, always a great excuse for any number of things, but especially here.
He tilts his head to grin at her once she catches up, looking pleased with the company and the scenery and just generally having a good time this fine Sunday.]
The breeze always feels great on Sundays, and the food even tastes better.
Everything always kind of tastes better after a good fight.
I'm not sure how much of a fight we put up back there, but it's probably good enough that we came out on top the usual way.
[He sounds vaguely musing about it, as though thinking over what ice cream flavor he'd like next; ice cream is another thing in seeming short supply on this island, after all.]
Well, she's appealing to the base nature of all people! Everyone wants a wish, everyone wants to change things, and all of that. She probably has a line going at this point.
[Wow, maybe pretend to have a little more faith. Of course, he's not going to bother; his pace is still steady as he chatters away, as though it's a regular Sunday topic.]
So I feel like in terms of just reacting to how good she is at what she does, it could be worse.
I don't know, I think that if you want something badly enough, you'll pretty much pay any price. That's how living things work. That's what this whole Game is about, isn't it?
[All of them and Watanuki paying the price for Yuuko's face, or whatever. It's kind of dumb the more you think about it, even if there's probably more to it. He does not seem to be out of breath at all, but they are also almost at the dock, luckily for Ann.]
I think we're getting better! Nirrti's going to reveal more of her hand and then WHAM! We can spear her the way she did to us.
Hahaha, you don't want to get her back for all that crazy stuff she did last weekend?
[Anon seems both politely baffled by this and kind of amused.
And yeah, full #yolo but he's just going to splash straight into the surf without even pausing. He probably does this a lot on his runs. There's plenty of clothes to spare and there's no saving some of it from the sand anywho.]
What was it you said, you're going to steal her treasure or something...
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