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[viatorius]

whichever asshole has been moving the buildings around, can you not do that? you're making my job really freaking hard.

( No one is moving any buildings. Clarice has just pretending she hasn't got the weird sickness everyone else has. But maybe right now she's definitely heading into delirious category. Thankfully, she knows enough not to try portalling right now. Sitting down, catching her breath, not panicking. Those are good ideas.

She needs to be distracted. )

and i'm pretty sure the body mod parlour people are trying to induct me into a cult. i don't even have pierced ears!

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[viatorius]

no.

( Fuck. )

no. all i want is to come back to our place and climb into bed and cuddle, john. but what if something bad happens because i'm being pathetic and needy.

[tanker]

stop it
come home, we'll cuddle

[ It's so weird to write that. But he means it, rather that than Clarice walking the streets. ]

please

[viatorius]

i'm on my way. don't worry if it takes longer than usual. i'm staying on my feet this time.

[tanker]

thank you