[SO HERE WE ARE, coming back to henwen after that endgame.
...she doesn't really waste time before heading to her room and flopping onto her bed with a sigh. she does pat the space next to her, though. come commiserate with her.]
That dog guy... I couldn't tell who he was, but if he's the one I think he is, he got pissed like that when I told him that Rotten ran a bad game to try to kill us once, too.
We already hate each other. After Caretaker's last game, he said he cares more about that asshole than the people who got killed. He's a piece of shit.
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Natalie? Hey. What's up?
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...Can I stay for a while? Like, just a few hours or something.
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[she's not gonna pry, since something clearly happened, just stand aside to let her in.]
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[taking a seat on the nestbed]
I'm still so jealous of your dorm.
[it's a pretty weak attempt at humor but it's there]
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You're welcome over here any time, you know.
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dropping her head onto nightingale's shoulder and reaching for her hand]
Yeah, I know. Same to you, yeah?
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[cool, i'll just rest my head against yours and take your hand
let's cuddling]
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Were you at the game, by the way?
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195 evening
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Hey.
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anyways as soon as nightingale opens the door she's giving her an excessively cheesy bow]
My lady.
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Here to sweep me off my feet?
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[there is no carriage]
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Well, then, will you escort me to it?
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Certainly, my love.
[leading her carefully into the snow]
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Well, you're certainly into this tonight.
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How are you feeling?
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[she curls in towards that contact, though.]
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she just lightly strokes her hair, trying to be comforting.]
Me too. That was a mess...
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