week two, saturday, post-trial

[digestif]

[ there are like, a thousand other things they need to worry about right now, too - but Mizuki tries to get all of their worries in order after the trial. It takes a little while before they make their way down the list to Guy; they do eventually come for him, however. They are still feeling rather achey and disgruntled about the whole matter, especially with the evasive answer he did give. After a bit of searching, they manage to track him down in the parlor. ]

So this is where you've been hiding.

[ they can't quite manage their usual jovial mood, but they try. a little. ]

Still feel like telling me what happened back there?

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[menially]

[He's got a glass in front of where he sits at one of the far tables - of what, who knows. It's clear, anyway. He'll glance over his shoulder when he hears them, offering a smile that, though genuine, doesn't quite meet his eyes.]

I told you I would, didn't I? Didn't think you'd come looking for me tonight, but...

[He gestures for them to take a seat.]

You sure you're okay?