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You ever have one of those weeks where you decide you'd rather just stay indoors and read some books? Yeah. Margo'd been having one of those. But now they were out of food. And out of booze.
"Ugh, fuck a firefly, who decided to turn that thing on?" she muttered, as she stepped outside and squinted. Oh. Nevermind. There was a cloud. Better.
"El? You got our bags?"
She did not hear any ambient shark music, no, but it was implied.
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"Ugh, fuck a firefly, who decided to turn that thing on?" she muttered, as she stepped outside and squinted. Oh. Nevermind. There was a cloud. Better.
"El? You got our bags?"
She did not hear any ambient shark music, no, but it was implied.
[[ primarily for him but can be open pre- or post-beastying. ]]
