( week 4 ) sunday afternoon, jay

[wristbands]

[as soon as they're back at the motel after the execution, chie wastes no time in tracking down jay. normally she'd pull him, but her hand is full—literally, despite her act of defiance at the pool, she went and got a slice of meat lover's anyway—so that's out of the question.

instead, she, uh, taps his shoulder with her stump. in a hushed, hurried tone—obscured by both her attempt to stay unheard and also the pizza in her mouth—she mutters,]

We gotta talk. My room. Ten minutes.

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[ninjay]

[ did you just tap him with your stump........................

he can't even judge, he made that stump come into existence.

he won't give any visible or verbal acknowledgment, but in ten minutes jay will be outside of chie's room, knocking on the door. ]