[ hinges. If Reims' on/off again relationship with permadeath doesn't directly lead to her end, it will be the nefarious work of a lone hinge. she's already had that thought more than once, found it pointless and stupid. now it's pointless, stupid, and a splinter of comforting. probably the moonshine speaking. she breaks into it on the walk there and is on her second gulp while he oils up the door, the third while he roots through his room for his ill-gotten gains. cloth on the floor, pretty smart. she might steal that idea, when and if she needs to.
she drifts back into the hallway, through the foyer and then out to the front porch, the entrance left ajar for expediency. she'd like to thunk down heavily onto the wood but plays it safe, mindfully setting her ass down, and twice as mindfully setting her last full jar down. having a fourth sip, of actual sip size, she pulls her device out of her pocket to confront her new bff. ]
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she drifts back into the hallway, through the foyer and then out to the front porch, the entrance left ajar for expediency. she'd like to thunk down heavily onto the wood but plays it safe, mindfully setting her ass down, and twice as mindfully setting her last full jar down. having a fourth sip, of actual sip size, she pulls her device out of her pocket to confront her new bff. ]
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