[ she's not gonna say a word about it - about the dampness, slick under her flats, nor the weed smell because let's be real, she totally blazed it in the garden with a superhero and an angel in her first month here so she has zero room to judge. it's dark, that much she can actually feel, not to mention vaguely see through her eyelids. just from what she's picking up on so far, he's better at this whole wallowing thing than she ever was.
she's also not gonna comment on his shaking hands, beyond the fact that she has no idea exactly where she's headed so she kind of has to ask: ] Just let me know when to sit down.
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she's also not gonna comment on his shaking hands, beyond the fact that she has no idea exactly where she's headed so she kind of has to ask: ] Just let me know when to sit down.