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[fuckyou_chorus]

[The weather around camp has been growing increasingly odd, with the air feeling thicker and thicker by the day. The oddness by the barrier had begun to expand to camp at large - strange echos, odd bursts of light, and a general sense of dread permeating everything

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[servicewitha]

[there is a pair of arms slipping around Luck's waist from behind]

[mafiortuity]

[pulling out his gun as he turns--]

[mafiortuity]

...Fuuma.

[servicewitha]

[there's a flash of relief at Luck's recognition before it's replaced with a genuine happiness]

Looks like you came to me first.

[mafiortuity]

So it seems.

[servicewitha]

Not that I mind. Although I hardly think the gun is necessary.

[mafiortuity]

You startled me. It wasn't as though I had many touch me like that while I'd been home.

[servicewitha]

[chuckles and releases him, slipping his hands in his pockets]

I'm sure.

[mafiortuity]

And what do you mean by that?

[servicewitha]

I doubt many people are as touchy-feely as I am.

[mafiortuity]

It does depend on where you go... But I tend to be given a wide berth, for good reason.

[servicewitha]

Of course. How's business?

[mafiortuity]

Doing well, naturally.

[servicewitha]

I'm glad to hear that. And your family?

[mafiortuity]

Likewise, well. Unchanging. As usual.

[servicewitha]

I see.