w5 curfew: take me to spurch i'll twerk like a rat at the shrine of your shirts

[messy]

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[naeddre]

[she's proud of him!]

... Don't brood. [but it's gentle.]

[tombtaker]

The others, earlier. In the water. Did you see them?

[naeddre]

Yes. I spoke to them. [glances at him.

reaches to tap his hand.]

[tombtaker]

[ his hand balls up into a fist, over the journal. ]

I didn't ...

[ what? mean to? ]

[naeddre]

[hmm. she puts her hand over the top of his.]

I know. I didn't either. [when it was her. a pause.] It's alright.