late vampire post, hello

[misswexler]

[Caroline has been trying to avoid the populated areas of camp and keep to the cornfields or otherwise....people-empty spaces. Everything is a little too loud, pressing in on her, a jangling awareness of people who get too close consuming her attention - their pulse, their smell, their footsteps. In a word, she's twitchy

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[primesdontparty]

[... that's not normal right? ]

Caroline Wexler?

[misswexler]

[jumping out of her skin] Jesus, don't sneak up on me like that! [you subtle, understated, hard-to-miss kind of guy, you]

[primesdontparty]

I apologize for my appearance.

[misswexler]

[actually, since you're not warm or breathing or FOOD coughcough you're the most peaceful thing she's encountered all night

doesn't make her much less fidgety, though]

Um. No. It's okay. Thanks.

[primesdontparty]

... Are you sure?

[misswexler]

[haaaaaah deep breaths] You're cool.

[primesdontparty]

Cool?

[misswexler]

Good. Fine. Okay. Excellent. Approved.

[primesdontparty]

Understood. Are you sure you are all right?

[misswexler]

[the tiniest hint of a wobbly smirk] I'm cool.

[primesdontparty]

Very well. If you need assistance, do not hesitate to call me.

[misswexler]

[that's....actually legitimately touching. GIANT ROBOTS ARE REASSURING PILLARS OF STABILITY, WHO KNEW]

Thank you. Or...ion?

[primesdontparty]

Correct.

[misswexler]

[nod!]

[primesdontparty]

...Take care.

[misswexler]

[painful smile, swishing off into the cornfields]