How could this happen? (afterparty)

[folkscallmewander]

[Wander has reeled back from this execution faster than Mulan's. This murder wasn't an accident, but it was still terrible all around, and it wouldn't have happened under normal circumstances. Knowing that Tadashi planned this out made it...a bit better, but it still made something awful eat at his stomach.

Speaking of which, everyone needed to eat something light today. Right after the trial, he heads to the kitchen and prepares twenty bowls of fruit salad and mixes together ingredients for chocolate chip cookies. While they're cooling off, he slides a note under everyone's rooms.]



There's fruit in the lounge, cookies coming soon. We should stick together, especially after this.

♥ Wander

Comments

[aboyandhiscar]

Woah, woah now, just calm down a sec. 'Course you wanna put all the blame on your shoulders--that's just what good siblings do. But it's not right.

Look, I dunno what happened before here, and I'm not gonna tell you how to feel about it. But this here? There's no way you can say it's because of you. You didn't make her go upstairs, you didn't kidnap her and bring her here. If you think that way, you might as well blame all of us for not watching both your backs better.

[defyingfrigidity]

No, that's not-!

[That's not right at all! It was Elsa who screwed up, Elsa who once again couldn't do what she was supposed to, just like when she was growing up and couldn't learn to control her magic. It made a lot of sense to blame herself, but the others??? That made no sense.

But... she can tell she's upsetting Mike with this, so for now, she'll just bite her tongue.]

I'm sorry...

[aboyandhiscar]

[Oooh he's familiar with this, he's done it himself. But he also takes it as a cue that she doesn't want to talk about it anymore. He lets out a little frustrated huff of air, rubbing at his neck.]

Nah, I'm sorry. Like I said, no reason for you to apologize.

I said I'm not gonna tell you how to feel so. You gotta cope with it on your own.

I'm gonna skiddaddle, but. . . don't be afraid to reach out, okay?

[defyingfrigidity]

... Okay.

[Good job Elsa, you're annoying him now. Can't do anything right this week, can you?]

Thank you... for trying to help.

[He may not have been able to change her mind, but he tried to. It just showed that he cared.]

[aboyandhiscar]

[Elsa honey no, plz. Mike pockets his hands, nodding and going to mosey off.]

S'what I do. But not exactly the best at it, heh.

Later, Queeny.