[IC: Backdated to FOREVER AGO]

[theninquisition]

[Because this is how we play camp these days.

Anyway, Link is done cleaning up, and has left a note at the mess hall indicating the pies are free to be taken, for those who wish to eat them. He's feeling a bit more subdued now, and is content to head back to his room at Victorian Cannibal Cabin or whatever it's called...

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[theninquisition]

[May be attempting to head to his room and close the door]

[theninquisition]

[If I pretend he isn't there...

pressssses the door closed a little more...]

[theninquisition]

[...Fine, opens the door again]

[theninquisition]

--I don't know what to do with you.

. . .

[theninquisition]

It seemed simpler. . .

[theninquisition]

If you must.

[stops obstructing the way, moving over toward his desk, though he mostly just stares at the stacks of papers and books on it]

[theninquisition]

You are free to decide. Honestly, Walker...

[theninquisition]

Come in or don't, Walker.