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[deerhearted]

So, I've been curious about something...

Being able to run out of Chroma is an obvious thing that'll happen and all, but has anyone ever had too much Chroma in their body? [ Like... overhydration? ] Sure, there are benefits to making Chroma, but you know what they say; there can be too much of a good thing. Is it possible to just have too much Chroma?

I know the obvious answer to this is 'the moons have blessed us sooo much that such a thing can never happen!', [ Is he making fun of this whole thing? You bet. ] but I'm just curious how this whole thing works.

[ A beat. ]

Oh, and what are some fun things to do around here? With a group.

[ Because clearly what the Golden Deer here need more of is stupid activities they can do on the weekend. ]

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[deerhearted]

Wanna join us?

[ live a little!!!! ]

[hotproblems]

I will put the pillows away if I must.

[like all of his tables are GLASS, Claude, please be careful over there!!]

[deerhearted]

And you say you aren't our babysitter.

[ he's CAREFUL!!! ]

[hotproblems]

Well, if you must insist on acting like children, you leave me no choice.

[he's shooting a long distance frown from over here... why did he even go into the kitchen? it's gone now because of Nonsense.]

[deerhearted]

Come on, Lorenz. We're having a little bit of fun. When was the last time we were able to have any fun?

[ You know he's just going to grin at you, Lorenz. ]

[hotproblems]

Throwing things around the apartment is not what I consider fun. Sad. You will have to refrain.

[he angrily types, while frowning... the stupid levels are rising.]

[deerhearted]

Have you never had a pillow fight before? They're fun!

[ what kind of friends did you have before us??? ]

[hotproblems]

[frankly, bold of you to assume little baby Lorenz was tolerable enough for friends.]

Claude. Honestly. In what lifetime have you ever known me to be the type of person to engage in something called a "pillow fight"?

[deerhearted]

[ maybe he had equally intolerable friends with bad haircuts. ]

I was hoping you at least had a little bit of fun in your life! A glimmer of hope... crushed so easily... It's so sad that you've never had fun.

[hotproblems]

[we need baby pictures asap]

Stop. I've had fun.

[deerhearted]

[ asap!!! ]

Name one fun thing you've done.

[hotproblems]

Horseback riding.

[you know... months ago. during wartimes.]

[deerhearted]

That can be fun, but not what I was looking for.

[ this is so sad, can we get an f in chat? ]

[hotproblems]

[claude.]

What could possibly be wrong with it?

[deerhearted]

[ who's claude ]

Nothing's wrong with it. I like horseback riding. It's just not the kind of fun I meant.

[hotproblems]

Fine. What kind of fun did you mean?

[Can a text carry his heavy, heavy resignation? No, but his sigh from the kitchen can. Also stop building forts you dang clowns.]

[deerhearted]

Something exciting? A little more exciting than standard horseback riding.

[ we're having FUN. ]

[hotproblems]

[ARE WE... are we, mister??]

Such as? Your pillow fighting is a nuisance.

[deerhearted]

It's fun. It makes me laugh.

[ and that's what matters!!!! ]

[hotproblems]

I am keeping horseback riding as my answer.

[deerhearted]

Fine, I'll allow it.

[ when you're RUDE and UNGRATEFUL. ]

[hotproblems]

It isn't up to you!

[the fabled ! is how you know he's snapped. he's making snacks and Claude can't have any.]

[deerhearted]

I'm just joking!

[ wow!!! so rude!!! ]

[hotproblems]

[put his pillows back!!]

You aren't funny.

[deerhearted]

[ when they're done HAVING FUN!! ]

Agree to disagree.