[making it tuesday because i have 42 monday threads
good morning beau is sitting on the floor in the bookstore like a fucking gremlin, absently itching at her neck. like, a lot. she makes a disgruntled sound, before putting her book down to just really get at it.
No, I'm right there with you on those, trust me, and the theories I do have aren't great to think about.
[a sigh, at that.]
If you ever want to share something better than what the student union serves, by the way, Hugo left us some of the good shit and I'm sure we've still got at least a couple bottles hanging around.
[i think lucretia and claude are the only legal adults left in spring, god.]
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w4, tuesday
good morning beau is sitting on the floor in the bookstore like a fucking gremlin, absently itching at her neck. like, a lot. she makes a disgruntled sound, before putting her book down to just really get at it.
she does not notice lucretia.]
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[this is not an "are you okay" tone, it's a "hello what are you doing" tone. beau your itchies.]
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-- Fuck, shit, hi. [she startles, squinting over her shoulder.] What?
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[what is your deal right now.]
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... No. My burns are healing. [they itch :\]
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[congrats they're healing but it sucks.]
Need more of a distraction from it, maybe?
[don't irritate your skin too much beau,]
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I guess. I'm sick of going to class and I can't figure out any more shit about whatever grand mystery is going on, and --
[a pause, and then she just scowls.]
... Sure, whatever. A distraction. [itch itch.]
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[a sigh, at that.]
If you ever want to share something better than what the student union serves, by the way, Hugo left us some of the good shit and I'm sure we've still got at least a couple bottles hanging around.
[i think lucretia and claude are the only legal adults left in spring, god.]
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