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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-20 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
[She squints, slowly propping onto her elbows. Isn't this the final adult she has yet to meet?

Camille blinks once. Twice. Then slow turns to look behind her, sizing up the place.]


Where am I?
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help pcing during mini events is so hard bro

[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-20 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
What?

[Camille stares. Actually, now that she's conscious, there's a splitting headache coming in at her left temple and a strong taste of blood in her mouth. She pats at her lips, grimacing.]

What the hell are you talking about? Did you fucking punch me?
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ADSFPOISADFK ANDIE i smooch you don't worry about a thing, yes backtagging for sure

[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-20 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[BUT ALSO nowtagging.]

...

[Actually?]

...Oh my god.

[Her hand comes to her mouth. Is she still — her tongue touches the tip of a razor sharp tooth. Her heart rockets to a splatter at the pit of her gut.]

I did...I did do that...
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-20 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[She does edge back as he approaches. Not many places to go when you're sofa bound, but her nose is working better than it should and something tangy hits it the closer he gets.]

Mushrooms? [The memory is vague only because it was so banal. There had been a ring of them, she'd walked through it. Wasn't there a fairy tale about that somewhere?

Camille swallows thick, putting her own hands up to stave off the sweetness he kept beaming at her.]


I don't know that that's a good idea. I can still smell you. And you're — are you okay?
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-20 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[okay well first of all there is a short scream and she throws her arms up

Then there is a soggy and human Camille sitting there just like 🧍‍♀️]


What the fuck?
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-20 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[continues to be dripping]

.....

[fuck]

Why didn't you warn me?
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-20 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Deadeyes.

Then she shakes her hands out, looking down at herself in despair.]


I'm gonna get a towel.
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-21 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, yeah, sure. Just let me dry off.

[She goes.

And comes back, a little ruffled and holding her bruising jaw. Ow.]


You got first aid training?
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-21 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
[She blinks. Pats her cheek again, mystified. Taps around her jaw, stretches it.]

Are you...sorry, you gonna explain that or...?
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-21 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[She's honestly pretty dazzled at the moment. Every instance of magic shown to her has been for misery and horseshit.]

Well, Jesus, I'll be damned. You have the only useful power I've seen yet. [She looks to him, astonished.] It's Ichiban, right?
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-22 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Tagging this before I have to find out what the Hawaiian shirt on invest is all about.]

...

[She is taking his hand. She is flabbergasted but she is taking his hand. This is not an adult human man, surely.]

Let's hope so. Nice to meet you too.

[SHE DOES MEAN IT IT'S JUST. WHY THIS. tHESE CIRCUMSTANCES. HIS SUNSHINE.

Let her retreat to HBO brooding gloom.]