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[Okay, so the Roaka are actually kind of crazy and really need to not, and also Yeager's not here for the volcano or anything going on there, so instead he just ditched and returned home. Probably not the best way to handle the situation, but hey, whatever. It's not like he cares what anyone thinks of him.

It's been a little while since the. that. all of that. Yeager hasn't seen a certain someone since then, and it would probably be a good idea to make sure Alexei didn't just up and die somehow. So he heads on over to Alexei's house, and knocks on the door like this is a totally normal and average thing and not at all a check-in to make sure you haven't died. It's fine, probably. He can come up with an excuse for why he's here if he needs to, but he figures he hasn't been sufficiently annoying lately so this will probably be fine as is.]

[So have you ever thought that you were completely over something, only then something happens and suddenly you're the least okay you've been in a while and you need to remove yourself from the situation? Because as it turns out, he was not at all equipped to handle seeing a bunch of people being shoved somewhere to wait for fiery explosive death to come at them from on high while no one could do a damn thing to stop it.

Funny how that shit works.

Is he angry with himself for leaving? Yes, of course. Is he expecting a knock at the door? Not...really, but he honestly figures it's probably Bucky or Asgore or god forbid the robot he's talked to a few times, trying to figure out why the hell he ditched. Whomever it is, Garista isn't having it; though he isn't screaming yet, he's just coiled around himself on one of the chairs, watching the door with his ears pricked up like he's just waiting for someone to give him a reason.

It'll take him a moment to get the door, and honestly he only really does so because he doesn't want the damn snake to work itself up and start yelling anyway; just...let him compose himself for a second.

...He isn't expecting Yeager.]

What do you want.

[It's a flat question but it's highly agitated, in a way that he usually isn't; just...give him a moment. Breathe. It's fine.

Let's try that again.]

I suppose it's good to see that you're still in one piece after all that.

My, and I haven't even done anything today!

[He waves it off easily enough, though. Alexei's presumably worked up over whatever the hell all that was, and really, who wouldn't be?]

I'm glad you're so relieved to see me again, milord. I simply couldn't imagine leaving you to worry about my well-being~!

[Aaaaaand you're talking, and the fursnake is making unpleasant noises back there, and- ]

Garista. Get your peach and go to bed.

[...Well, given that the damn door is still open and this is apparently a production we're going to be doing in front of God and everyone today, you can probably get some glimpse of the lorby from earlier this month doing...exactly that, albeit in a weird, anxious sort of way; just slithering down from the chair its on, going into the back room for a second, and then coming back for the sake of absconding upwards into what's probably some sort of loft with a goddamn entire peach in its mouth.

As. One. Does.]

If I have to be concerned about anyone, I suppose you're convenient enough.

[It's very obvious that Yeager is way more interested in the lorby than anything else, given the way he leans a bit to get a better look at it as it passes by. Aww, how cute...

Oh right, were you saying something?]

Ja, ja, of course. Did you train your adorable little companion? How cute!

[yeager cares about exactly one thing in this world and it's apparently that lorby]

[...]

It's a work in progress.

[oh my god shut up]

I hadn't realized you were so fond~! It's sweet that you've decided to look after him!

[listen how is he supposed to resist]

Did you actually want something...? I woudn't put it past you to have come here solely to torment me, but I wouldn't suggest making a habit of it.

Yes, of course, I can't imagine that would end well! No, no, I was just bored and thought you might be entertaining for a moment.

[...]

Enter, if you're going to. I'm not going to stand here and have a conversation across the threshold with you.

How kind of you!

[He will without any further jabs, however. Nice place you've got here...]

I suppose this is the part where I ask you how you've been doing since that little incident, ja?

[The place is...well, it's small but it's meticulously well-organized; the room you've entered into does have its share of weird carpentry, the furniture is a little unorthodox, but it all works well enough. It's not welcoming, per se, but nothing about him really is; it's probably better described as functional.

...There's also a loft up to the right of the entrance. Presumably he sleeps up there. Garista is currently putting bits of peach in his face, but once in a while he can be seen sitting up and looking over with his ears pricked up like he is trying to see what's going on.

anyway, ]

And I assume this is likewise the part where I tell you that I'm doing well enough and you fail to believe it.

[If you think Yeager is not looking up there for a glimpse of Garista then you are horribly mistaken.]

Mm, ja, of course. I imagine it'd be a bit difficult for most people to be just fine after something like that!

...I didn't stay. Perhaps I should have, but I chose not to.

[Is that better, or what.

...And thankfully the peach is more important than you right now.]

[Oh, that's interesting.]

Not something you wanted to deal with, hmm? I can't say I blame you any!

[Mmmmmmmmm.]

I dislike situations like that. Where there's nothing to be done except watch people wait to die.

[...]

I don't understand why we would have been called out there to witness such a thing in the first place, much less be placed in danger ourselves due to the method.

[...]

I can't imagine what they were thinking! It's so strange to me that they'd even consider something like that appropriate for outsiders to witness, much less how many of us could have been injured! I don't understand it at all.

They're strange people; I'm sure they'll try to cite cultural differences. Which sounds largely like a way to blame us for not anticipating that what they summoned us for would be exactly that.

[He's...actually pretty mad about this? He isn't yelling, his voice actually isn't raised at all, but there's a definite sharpness to his tone that implies that he's barely keeping everything in check.]

[Hahaha oh wow, you are so pissed. Rightfully so, but still.]

Honestly, I don't think anyone could have been prepared for that. Even if you assumed the worst - which no one had any reason to! - I doubt anyone could have predicted something like that. Blaming us for it is just ridiculous!

Of course it is. But it's either that or admit they were either so stupid or so lacking in self-awareness that they didn't think to warn us that their damn ceremony involved killing people with active explosions.

And they certainly won't do that! No apologies, no "sorry we almost got you all killed and probably traumatized at least a few of you", nothing! How exceptionally rude to assume a group of strangers would be okay with something so dreadful!

And of course no one here will speak against the Roaka as a whole, because "they didn't know" or "they seem to mean well."

[It's acidic, vitriolic, though he's still not openly yelling or losing composure; just the same, Garista can be seen looking over and down from the bed in the loft, peach either finished or abandoned for the time being in favor of trying to see what's going on. Because you guys are making lots of noise and he isn't sure what's being said, but you all sound Mad and he's not sure if you're fighting or not.]

[Yeager does glance up at Garista for a moment before returning his attention to the conversation, because this is fascinating.]

Yes, precisely! It doesn't matter that they put us through something like that without so much as a warning because they've been helpful and kind and didn't attack us on sight or some other nonsense. They'll twist what happened around until it isn't the Roakas' fault at all - perhaps even until it was our fault!

Of course they will.

[Because that's what always happens, isn't it.]

Seeing as I haven't heard reports of a large number of us dying yet, I imagine most will want to forgive this under the notion that there was no harm done in the end.

Naturally! I wouldn't be surprised if the whole incident is forgotten about in a month or so, as though it never really mattered in the first place.

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