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[baconstripping]

[It's a bit of a chilly night in Camp. Luckily, a homey fireplace seems to have sprung up in the Mess Hall, along with hot cider and the faint sound of jazz music.

In a far corner, a man is carving a flute. How are you spending your fall evening?]

(( mingle!! ))

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[brokenclover]

[was on her way to the mess hall to get supplies when she sees him, freezing in her tracks]

[putyaswordson]

[ ....... ]

[brokenclover]

[just . . . kind of stares at him]

[putyaswordson]

[ expression turns cold and stoic and he crushes his cigarette into the ground, getting up slowly ]

[brokenclover]

[stands her ground]

. . . Hey . . .

[putyaswordson]

There's nothing I can say right now.

[brokenclover]

[. . . nods]

I'm sorry. If I made you sick. That's happened before.

[putyaswordson]

Why are you apologizing for what happened?!

[putyaswordson]

[ -- fuckshitfuck ]

I'm sorry. I... I don't know... I got bitten, but even before that it was fucked up. I couldn't...

[brokenclover]

. . . I knew that something was . . . wrong. And I don't-- I'm not--

[putyaswordson]

This whole week. This whole week some fucked up shit happened to a bunch of people. I saw the threads. I saw them every time and it... it made me do that to you.

[brokenclover]

[steps closer]

Are you all right? You had cuts everywhere . . .

[putyaswordson]

[ holds out a hand ]

I'm still a vampire. I'm full right now, but... remember that.

[brokenclover]

[takes it, holding on tightly]

I will.

[putyaswordson]

...

[ squeezes her hand. ]

I love you.

[brokenclover]

[her eyes may have started leaking a little]

I love you, too.