theater....... (stinkbombed)

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i need to find a... shitpost.... if u will

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[scrapdraught]

[She looks at him.

Then comes over, gives his arm a gentle squeeze.]

I'm sorry you had to find out like this. But, if you're all good friends, then she'd be grateful to have more people to trust.

There's still a chance none of this will work. We can't know for sure until tomorrow. Promise me you'll look out for her?

[drymonster]

[ nods. i mean, he TRIED to do this for YOU before a bunch of vigilantes took things into their own hands!!!!!! ]

Yeah. Okay.

[scrapdraught]

[CRIES...TOTTY YOUR GOOD INTENTIONS!!!

Sorry she gets a little misty-eyed. And she will pull him into a hug.]

[drymonster]

[ ah... now he feels kind of guilty, but. awkwardly hugs back. ]

[scrapdraught]

[Guilty?

Pulls back with an inquisitive blip.]

[drymonster]

[ man he hates emotionshare.

...

leans over to whisper something ]

[scrapdraught]

[Looks to him like ??

Shakes her head.]

[drymonster]

[ ... ]

Talk to me next week.

[scrapdraught]

[Frowns, but nods. Some mild suspicions percolating.]

Um. In the mean time, I'm also sorry for bombing the clinic. We needed the trap door and we needed the place empty.

I don't think Alfyn will forgive me so easily...

[drymonster]

Yeeeeah, I kind of figured that's what it was after you started explaining...

Just apologize and explain that it was for a good cause. At least you didn't make him move the stuff all by himself.

[scrapdraught]

Oh god no, I'd be a real monster if I did that.

[haha.]

I know it's shit timing, with the injuries, just...What isn't shit timing around here?