I'm tired, Jinah, [ is what Vriska will eventually say in reply, ] but I'm alright.
[ She's not even sure who she's trying to convince at this point.
Vriska is sitting on the wet sand of the beach, just close enough to the ocean that occasionally the waves will reach up far enough to lap at her feet. She is also soaking wet, her black hair stringy and tangled around her face and neck. She doesn't seem to care much about the state she's in, though; nothing about it seems to bother her.
She just keeps staring out at the ocean, where it meets the sky. ]
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[ She's not even sure who she's trying to convince at this point.
Vriska is sitting on the wet sand of the beach, just close enough to the ocean that occasionally the waves will reach up far enough to lap at her feet. She is also soaking wet, her black hair stringy and tangled around her face and neck. She doesn't seem to care much about the state she's in, though; nothing about it seems to bother her.
She just keeps staring out at the ocean, where it meets the sky. ]