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[This has been a hell of a month for departures and bad news, apparently. Zack hates to add to the misery, but it's gotta be done.]
...Aerith Gainsborough's gone home. She didn't leave anything, but... if you were friends, you know how she felt.
Good Spirits is self-serve tonight. Sorry, guys.
[And Zack will be at Good Spirits for most of the day after that, serving himself. Despite the melancholy of his announcement, his mood will be switching between quiet and downright celebratory all night long. Coping, who's coping?
He also has company: a strange-looking winged dog, standing guard quietly at his back the entire time he's there.]
...Aerith Gainsborough's gone home. She didn't leave anything, but... if you were friends, you know how she felt.
Good Spirits is self-serve tonight. Sorry, guys.
[And Zack will be at Good Spirits for most of the day after that, serving himself. Despite the melancholy of his announcement, his mood will be switching between quiet and downright celebratory all night long. Coping, who's coping?
He also has company: a strange-looking winged dog, standing guard quietly at his back the entire time he's there.]
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[In other words: no.]
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[ really. it's the one meal she can do well. ]
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[See? He can still tease, he can't be that depressed.]
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[Okay so he can't pull off the royalty treatment but whatever, food is food.]
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