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Week Three | The Beach | Saturday Night
[ She makes as much noise as possible, walking through the grass and the sand.
On nights like tonight you don't want to make the mistake of sneaking up on someone when you didn't mean to.
She gives her time, and she gives herself time. And when she feels ready (and hopes Vriska is ready), she finds her. ]
It's late.. or maybe it's early? Whatever it is, you've been out here for a very long time.
[ She has a beach towel wrapped around her like a blanket, and she looks a little pale. ]
You're not okay.
[ It's a statement, not a question. ]
On nights like tonight you don't want to make the mistake of sneaking up on someone when you didn't mean to.
She gives her time, and she gives herself time. And when she feels ready (and hopes Vriska is ready), she finds her. ]
It's late.. or maybe it's early? Whatever it is, you've been out here for a very long time.
[ She has a beach towel wrapped around her like a blanket, and she looks a little pale. ]
You're not okay.
[ It's a statement, not a question. ]