papaya [Papaya no need for any other room. He orders some free booze and tucks himself into a corner]

ANTI [Anti's here. He stretches out lazily and flopping over the bar.]

Papaya [Glaring. Just a bit.]

ANTI [glances around the bar for the Hidden Papaya]

Papaya [Pros of clothes. He gets to yank his hoodie down.]

ANTI [Spots Papaya. Time to go bother him! Slides off his seat and goes to menace him directly, leaning on a wall and almost pinning him into the corner.]
* heyyy.

Papaya [Leans the fuck away, scowling] ♢ I said fuck off. [His voice is a bit sharper than usual]

ANTI* oh, damn, you're salty today, paps.
* what's the issue.

Papaya [He's flinchy too. Clutching his drink like Anti was going to steal it] ♢ you. you're the issue.

ANTI * iii'm sorry, it's probably all the weed i smoke, but do i like... know you?
[little chuckle snort.]

Papaya [A short hiss] ♢ you just got one of them faces. besides, can't you take a hint?

ANTI * it's cool, it's cool, bro.
* I can fix this, no problem.

 [pops his head off and shoves it in his inventory, leaving an empty hood of glittering geodes.]
papaya
[...]

ANTI
* there, better?

papaya
[Oddly enough, it didn't make him laugh.] [ but he does seem a little less hostile now.]

ANTI
* see, I feel you. you're not the first guy to get weird with me cause of my alts.
* but I’m like, the good version. the inverse of all that crap terrible ever was. so, definitely an improvement.

papaya
♢ ... [He relaxes, somewhat. Turns back to his drink and sips] ♢ as long as that means i get to drink in peace i don't care. [He said, stifling another flinch.]

ANTI
* yeah, sure, guy.

ANTI
[He's going to take a seat next to him, pulling a bar stool over if he must.]

papaya-Today at 11:39 AM
[He's not very interesting company. His drink is however empty now] [twitch twitch] ♢ first drink in months. kinda tastes like shit.

ANTI
* what've you been up to, being dry for months?

papaya
♢ ...sleeping. mostly.

ANTI
* I feel you. * the whole, felly situation...
* not super worth it, is it.

papaya
[A curt laugh as he scratches nervously at his face] ♢ doesn’t matter.

ANTI
* why's that?

papaya
♢ cause. it all just doesn't matter. [He's smiling now but it seems... wrong. Distant and strained.] ♢ you wouldn't get it.

ANTI
[He props his chin up curiously, watching him.]
* you seem like a guy that could use an industrial painkiller.

papaya
♢ if you got one, lemmie have it.

ANTI
[Pats his pockets down, before reaching into his inventory and producing an orange bottle, unscrewing the top and inspecting the contents.] * got a lot of leftover e. that good for you?

papaya-Today at 11:49 AM
♢ ...I was kidding. [A pause. But he outstretches a hand.] ♢ but I'll take it. [He'll take anything at this point]

ANTI
He'll tap out a pill, and hand it over, tucking the bottle back into his inventory with a little chuckle.] * I’d give you more, but, y'know. guy's gotta make ends meet somehow.

papaya
♢ so you're dealin? [Heh] [he pockets the pull for now] ♢ I’ll just hang onto this for now.
♢ I'm going to black out again soon anyways.

ANTI
* 'course. * black out, huh? * what's all the sleeping for?

papaya
♢ dunno. but... I can feel it. [He gets up, huffing a bit at the effort.] ♢ going home. If your shits any good ill look for you.

ANTI
[He watches him, rubbing the edge of his hood for a second before giving a grin.]
* sure thing, man.
* good luck with the whole... comatose deal.

papaya
[A nod. And then he’s off, with barely a passing glance at the others.]