Looking at ladies arm-wrestling, Nyaru smiles and exclaims:
(@Hathor;Lisa) Nyaru: Hm, also a competition, even if devoid of deep processes of thought?
And then Bebedora's signals flood his mind like static, and he retaliates, clenching his teeth.
(@Bebedora) Nyaru: ~via telepathy~ What is it? Who are you to bother me?
No Name meanwhile stops sketching and comes closer to watch Lisa and Hathor arm-wrestling.
(@Lisa;Hathor) No Name: Hmm, impressive.
edited 31st Aug '16 1:38:07 PM by TheRiddleOfCards
Asagi: Huguh?
Issit morning already?
-Well, Omar's making a pretty darn good spread. Probably far fresher kinds of food than someone like Longram's used to...on account of actually being cooked from what looks like not-prewar-packaged shit-
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-Hathor and Lisa are arm wrassling-
-Lisa ends up winning handily-
Hathor: Goodness... I was not expecting that.
Lisa: The problem is, you've got those super skinny arms.
Azzie: -lying on the couch-