#oboro support

“Oh, you know, the usual.” She huffed, legs in chains and her arms bound in stocks, the remnants of her meal on the floor, an empty bowl of rice gruel and the chopsticks cast aside. “Just living out my life sentence for trying to get justice for Hoshido.”

“I take it you didn’t just come down here for idle chatter, what do you want?”

“As much as I hate to disappoint my elders, that’s exactly what I had in mind. Just a somewhat friendly conversation among former allies...” 

@lovelylancer

If his daily work wasn’t tedious enough, Dwyer was told to take the evening rounds. Why anyone would want him on night patrol was beyond his comprehension. Everyone should’ve known by then he would most likely fall asleep on duty. There wasn’t much to do besides wander aimlessly around camp, anyway. Knowing he would have to keep awake much longer than he would prefer, he thought he might as well brew himself a pot of coffee.

Alone in the darkened Mess Hall, he proceeded to gather the usual ingredients and supplies. Placing a cup on the table before moving to grab his favorite coffee beans, something risen in him to tell the Troubadour he wasn’t alone. Continuing as if nothing was wrong, Dwyer called into the darkness with indifference lacing his voice,