[oh, well in that case she just leans on him a little heavier, rubbing at her face.]
None of you even got anything for all that? [... holds out her hand for molly too? a pile of crit roles on the fall couch, covered in various amounts of blood. sounds about right.]
[He keeps like. Getting up and pacing around the room and the coming to sit back down, it's probably super annoying! But sure, once pile of crit roles starts, he'll actually sit still - flopping back onto the couch on the other side of Caleb and leaning his shoulder against him. Beau's hand will get his tail winding around her arm. Wow. A friend.]
It's not alright. It's fucked up. Fuck this place.
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Probably! I fucking forgot about that. Shite.
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It's alright. Just a bad day, but none of it amounted to much in the end.
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None of you even got anything for all that? [... holds out her hand for molly too? a pile of crit roles on the fall couch, covered in various amounts of blood. sounds about right.]
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It's not alright. It's fucked up. Fuck this place.
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[Sorry, he is useless. But accepting this slightly bloody cuddle puddle.]
Fuck this place, absolutely. I mean that I am fine, you don't. . . you don't need to be this concerned.
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[she settles, absently holding onto molly's tail, head on caleb's shoulder.]
Anyway, you walked out of the woods with a slit throat so fuck you, I'll be as concerned as I want.
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What she said.
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[He doesn't know what to say to any of that.]