[ post-revival / MEANWHILE, AT THE GOLDEN MANOR ]

[bitchcrafts]

[ In the dining room, someone is drinking away her problems. A few bottles of wine's worth of problems. ]

You know what? I'm too nice... that's my problem. Too damn nice these days. I need to fix it.

[ And then she drains her glass and groans, resting her forehead on her palm. ] Stupid... ihihihi, how stupid.

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[pedokinesis]

*another certain resident of the manor-- in fact, the only other resident as of late, is walking up behind the witch. His usual smile quickly turning to a bit of baffled look.*

My my my... That's enough wine to cause the most hardy of men to go traipsing about in their underwear just from having it suggested. Your vacation didn't go well, I take it?

[bitchcrafts]

It ended too soon! More peace and quiet in the afterlife would've been welcome.

[pedokinesis]

Oh? *flicking a chair around to sit himself down next to her, before proceeding to rest his arms on the table, perching his chin firmly on his interlocked hands.*

Care to share? I'd be more than happy to listen to all of your deathly complaints.

[bitchcrafts]

You mean you weren't watching with a bucket of popcorn at the ready? I'm surprised!