fried | pc ♠ chrono

[ good morning, we are at the arcade!

it's fumkin noisy in here but he's doing his best! he seems to be doggedly playing one game in particular. it's a rhythm game, one of those taiko drum ones, and he seems like he's really concentrating, ears perked up and forward. is he perhaps trying to get a high score? maybe. it's not out of the question because he actually is doing pretty good, he's got near perfects on all of the notes. oh, also, he's wearing this.

in any case, he's very clearly not paying attention to anything around him so this is your chance to jumpscare the shit out of him if you'd like. ]

[ as requested, he leaves the church alongside jiaoqiu. the frantic ticking of his transformation's gears has slowed to a lethargic, almost sickly pace.

he looks gaunt, and deeply frustrated. ]

[ we're not coping in the club today lads

no he's just sunk half into one of the lobby couches picking at the hems of his sleeves. there's a book next to him, unopened. there's some serious redness to his eyes. ]

[ today, we are exploring the new area! he's most interested in the laboratory, which you can find him in, poking around in the chemicals and things. he seems a little preoccupied by the easy bake oven.

oh, also, he's way less injured today. his ear is still missing, but based on the way he's holding himself, he isn't in horrible pain. that's probably nice. ]

[ comes to see him... where he at ]

[ holy shit, this is a lot of corgis. they're awfully friendly, and chrono is... not great with dogs, but he's trying.

then a puppy tumbles him over and bites on his hair swirly. ]

Wah- hey!!

[ help :( ]

[ you can catch, towards the end of the day, a little dreamscape being projected from a sleepy not balded fox. he is unbalded, now, but he's dozing off somewhere close by, probably sitting up.

which means what you see is the following:

a long street, illuminated by gentle lights and a starry sky. a foxian woman walks down this street, being followed by two men flanking her at either side. one of them, a tall man in a hood, does not seem to be able to relax, glancing around them at all angles, as if seeking an invisible enemy. the other man, a familiar pink foxian, fans himself gently as they walk, not paying attention to their surroundings at all. the woman is chattering at the both of them in an animated fashion, throwing her hands around, throwing her head back and laughing, reaching back to slap at the men following her in a jovial way. the tall hooded man hides a smile, and jiaoqiu, because of course that's who it is, outright laughs when the foxian woman turns to walk backwards to speak to them more insistently.

it sounds like she's trying to convince them to try out a new takeout place. come on, we've been out all day, we deserve a treat. jiaoqiu reaches to rap her gently with his fan, saying something about the cost, and she complains loudly about money not being a problem - who would charge her, anyway?

the world around them doesn't change. it's just locked in a moment - locked in something familiar, like home. ]

w0, MONDAY

w1 saturday

w3, friday

w4, MONDAY

w4, SATURDAY

w5 monday

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