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[flameguard]

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WEEK 1: Saturday

[scrapdraught]

[Camille doesn't have much right to be out here moping, and yet here she is. Head thunked against the back wall of the refectory at oh-dark-thirty, pretending she doesn't know where the wine is kept.

The door swings open and she squints into the anemic light.]

That you, Rondo?

[flameguard]

[ this is such a mood. im in tears. rondo is out just...restless, after all of that, jittery - when camille calls out to him, he startles, and then he puts his hand to his heart and bows briefly in greeting. ]

...Miss Camille, it is... [ his voice is soft, a little worried. ] ...Are you alright?

[scrapdraught]

[It's very sweet. And heartbreaking. She cracks into a smile, covering her eyes with one hand.]

Kid, no one's all right. It's fine.

[flameguard]

...no, not at all.

[ yeah everything. everything is bad forever. there's a beat, and he nudges the door shut with his foot, and then pads over, keeping his voice soft and gentle, the worry effusing through every syllable. ]

May I join you?

[scrapdraught]

'Course. Misery loves company.

[She pats the floorboards next to her.]

You had rough one today. I'm glad you didn't have to whip out that sword after all.