[a series of video posts in which Suu attempts to be more active]

[charmprince]

[It's shaky, a blur of green and gray and something else, something faded and dirty. Her breathing is ragged and exhausted and quick. Aside from the rush of wind and the rustle of leaves, there's nothing before the feed cuts.]

[Some time later.]

[It's an impact that's turned the Forge on; it rolls and catches Asellus' face, tense with pain as she

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[godslaying]

Looks like it's lunch time.

You alright?

[charmprince]

Oh, good. I'm starving. [She's sure that's not what he means, though.]

Oh, me? [There is a moment where she thinks about being totally honest-- she's tired, she hurts all over, and whatever they used to knock her out has given her a hellacious headache.

But she just settles for:] My nose itches. [In the most petulant tone ever. What? Sunburns are annoying.]

[godslaying]

Sorry, I think we're supposed to be lunch.

Ah. Well it is a touch red.

this brolationship is my not-so-guilty pleasure, negl

[charmprince]

Oh. That might explain the whole cage thing back there. You'd think they'd realize there's hardly enough meat on my bones to be an appetizer, much less a meal. You've avoided coming near the dinner plate, I hope? You don't look filleted....

Anyway, I took a badly-timed nap in the sun. I may take several more. Excusing myself from the buffet was... a little bit of a trial.