[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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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.]