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Decollage | Day 78, morning
[knock knock, Fawn, you have a visitor]
[opens up. he's the kind of pale you get after spending an inordinate amount of time crying the day before.]
Hello.
Hello.
Well, I've had a bad night.
[...looks at... the bottles in her arms...]
Did you?
[...looks at... the bottles in her arms...]
Did you?
[takes them, wordlessly stepping inside to let her through]
How bad was it?
[putting the bottles down next to the couch, because they need to be at hand.]
[putting the bottles down next to the couch, because they need to be at hand.]
...we lost Venus and Knives to that portrait.
...ahh. I hate this place.
[picks up a bottle and hands it to her, before grabbing another.]
[picks up a bottle and hands it to her, before grabbing another.]
At least you were freed. But I know how it feels to be lost for days on end.
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