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[caladcholg]

[And meanwhile, elsewhere, when day's fully emerged and Clare is able to sit down, above ground. Not even going to bother masking the fact she's more than just a little irritated, especially with the last scenario at home. Finally, before long, Clare just quietly sits down on the ground, resting her eyes, and with a mutter. A mask? Really?]Calling

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[substitute_toad]

Yeah? What's the merciless way then?

[you might have noticed fran practicing his illusions below you- namely, summoning large vines and making them do unvinely things. he's just checking to see that they're back, mostly, so there's nothing wrong with stopping.]

[caladcholg]

[What is wrong with this place. She's seen, she doesn't get it, and nor is she going to ask.]

In all honesty? Foreboding.

[substitute_toad]

[which is probably good, because fran is not very well-mannered.]

. . . I think that's nicer than asinine. I was going for idiotic.

[caladcholg]

Do you really think this situation to be that trivial? No good will come of this.

[substitute_toad]

I think you're taking things too seriously~

[he shrugs though.]

Maybe I'll throw creepy in there too, if it makes you feel any better.

[caladcholg]

You miss the point entirely.

[substitute_toad]

Do no~t.