[ it continues. remember what he said during the secrets game, about not giving a shit about his Workshop memories? Akrinak's a fucking liar. his face stays carefully blank, but his tail's taut with agitation, held a little too far from his body to not betray him.

very dryly: ]

And then we talked, solved the misunderstanding, and everyone lived happily ever after.

[ the memory's still going, though. he doesn't seem to want to intervene. ]