Who: Darkleer, Gamzee, and Equius Where: The Highblood House When: Sometime in the afternoon Style: Action Status: Closed
[Well, he supposes he's held it off long enough.]
[Besides, he tries to reason with himself, this will be a good distraction from the troubling, foggy memories which dog his every footstep. That feeling that he's messed up horribly. It's a feeling that makes him want to just huddle against a pile of something and lay there morosely.]
[Fortunately, Darkleer doesn't like 'lazing about'. So embarrassing talks with the kids it is.]
[Poking his head into the living room, he clears his throat slightly.]