Week Three | The Beach | Saturday Night

[sasetai]

[ 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. ]

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[hypertoxic]

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. ]