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[feedthegreed]

After spendin' the better part of the day stuck to ol' whatsherface, I just want to get back to the hut and maybe try to salvage what was s'posed to be a day full o' shaggin' and romance and whatnot. I'm tired and more than a little cranky as I walk through the door and I don't so much announce my presence as I just show up, unassumin

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[the_lure]

It's been a long few hours.

Stacie's wrapped up enough in the game of solitaire -- she's lost count of how many it's been, by now, though the fact that she's lost most of the games probably means something -- not to notice when Danny first walks in. Even when he sits, though, she doesn't look up; just sighs and attempts to organise the cards, frowning slightly.

"Well," she says a moment later, her voice quiet, eyes still on the bed, "look who decided to show up."

[feedthegreed]

"Look, s'not what you think," I say, turnin' up the sincerity 'bout as much as I can manage.

[the_lure]

Scoffing, Stacie shakes her head, waiting another few seconds before she finally does look up. "Isn't it?" she asks, though it's evidently rhetorical. "Look, I...I really can't do this right now. You should probably go."

It seems like a better solution than fighting, anyway, and she's not sure she can handle that yet.

[feedthegreed]

"No," I say matter-o'-factly, "I shouldn't. I didn't do anythin' wrong today."