Alpha Complex Day 1 - The Worst Besties

[murimurimuri]

[We meet up once again in Horace's room for some scheming.]

I totally passed out last night... I don't even mean I fell asleep; I think I literally passed out.

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[staunton]

[ Knightley nods in agreement and is quiet for a few seconds, tracing a finger along the snowflake insignia of his ring. ]

Sorry for changing the subject, but there's one thing I want to get out of the way.

[ Pause. ]

If anything happens to me, I want you to have this ring.

[murimurimuri]

...Your ring?

[Not the most eloquent of responses, but this is catching him completely off-guard.]

[staunton]

Yeah. I know it's not much, but I'd really like you to have it. You can have the chessboard too, but this ring is one of a kind.

[murimurimuri]

. . .

Y'know. I've always seen you wearing that ring, but I don't think you've ever told me where it comes from.

[Conceal, don't feel, don't let him knoooooow]

[staunton]

The snowflake is a signet crest that belonged to my late father. A while back the police returned my inheritance to me, and I decided to have the it made into a ring. I still don't remember the man, but I wanted to carry something of his with me wherever I go.

[murimurimuri]

...You're a really sentimental guy, aren't you, Horace?

[staunton]

...Maybe a little. Geez, here I am, talking about a man I don't even remember.

[murimurimuri]

Well, either way I'm honored. I'm sorry I don't have anything good to leave you! Though you're free to take Money, if you want him.

[staunton]

You know I'm not that good with animals. But I'll return the little guy to the circus for you.

[murimurimuri]

I think it would be fine — nobody's good with Money to begin with. But you're right, though. The circus is where he belongs.

[staunton]

By the way, I noticed that Money's acting differently. Is he sick?

[murimurimuri]

No, nothing like that. We just got into a little fight, is all.