w0 curfew: yuyu's last supper (meatball sundae)

[rewriter]

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[captainry]

[ rubbing his thumb against one eye tiredly, wenzhou goes still with his hand close to his face when he feels the touch to his arm. the question catches his full attention, but he still doesn't move, looking through his fingers out at the store, gears switching and turning. ]

... separate the teammates to ensure that the numbers weren't against you.

[metacognition]

Cut off their means of communication, on top of that.

[ hmm.

his hand taps lightly against wenzhou's arm - just steady, like a 4/4 beat. ]

I think it's very likely someone's going to be erased this evening.