WEEK 3: April 15th - April 19th

[cartesio]

Third Week

The peaceful times are over. Moloch von Zinzer was murdered, and Nine was sentenced as his murderer. Everyone in Cartesio knows that.

Although life goes on, it seems the town of Cartesio isn't going to forget the tourists' transgressions. Not only they commited larceny in the cinema, they also murdered and executed in their town! It's no surprise their hospitality towards the visitors has cooled down considerably.

Not only they're maintaining a tense cordiality with them, they also have started talking behind the visitors' backs. All kinds of rumors are starting to sprout, yet nobody seems to be willing to say it to the tourists' faces. Talking directly to most passerby makes them distrustful, and nobody seems to want to be in close quarters alone with them.

It's only matter of time before the relationship between tourists and Cartesio starts degrading even further.

In the lobby of the motel there's a few more brochures, and the maps have been updated once again.

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Comments

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[kingbomber]

Huh? Why would I need your help for anything, weapons freak?

[ So apparently this is how we're starting off today. ]

[marmoron]

[God why is that his well deserved nickname now. Keith gets to his feet, not wanting to have to look up to talk to this kid. It's very mature.]

It's Keith.

[There's a gardening trowel in his hand so that's probably a -5 on the overall 'don't fuck around with me' effect....]

[kingbomber]

Weapons freak it is.

[ Definitely a -5. ]

Did you suddenly think it'd be a good time to do a career change from being a full-time weapons hoarder to a gardner or what?

[marmoron]

[He has about half a mind to ask if Bakugou suddenly thinks it'd be a good time to live with a broken nose, but he literally just got out of jail; he's not going back for assault and battery or whatever.]

You sure got a weird obsession with what I'm doing. Guess that's kind of flattering.

[kingbomber]

How's that even flattering?

[ But it seems he finds it more funny to never let it go that Keith bought a whole bunch of weapons for nothing... ]

[marmoron]

You do a lot of thinking about me.

[But you know what, fine. Flattering isn't the right word for it the longer he thinks about it.]

Did you miss me or something.

[kingbomber]

Hah? I do? That's news to me.

[ Of course he's going to be a shit about this. ]

What, you assume I did just because I keep reminding you of this shit?

[ Honestly though it would be sad if he was the only one around here causing trouble...! ]

[marmoron]

I'm willing to bet most things are news to you.

[ZING. And also snrk.]

I'm assuming it cuz you sure are acting like it. It's like you've been holding it in for days.

[kingbomber]

You think you're so clever when you're spouting bullshit like that?!

[ Surprisingly that's not the thing that's got him all riled up... ]

What the hell are you tryin' to say now? That I actually care that much? I'd never give a shit about you just because of what happened! If you got fucked over I wouldn't care, so FUCK YOU!

[marmoron]

[If this weren't such an over-the-top reaction, Keith might actually be yelling back. But as it is, he throws the gardening trowel down onto the grass, eyebrow raised and then just.... laughs.]

Yeah, just keep shouting about how much you don't care, Katsuki. It's really convincing.

[kingbomber]

How about you just go right ahead and piss off with that?

[ This isn't how this was supposed to go. Now he's just embarrassed, petulant, and angry. ]

[marmoron]

[On the bright side, he's not laughing anymore. On the not so bright side, he's still smiling.]

Can't. I have to be here right now. You though? You can piss right off yourself.