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[samsera]

*It's been raining over Boy's 18 and nowhere else since yesterday, but a bunch of less-than-happy figures in gray and orange are still trying to light a fire out front. A satsifying boom might give onlookers a hint that the resort to explosives worked quite well, as there's now a larger-than-average bonfire burning in a nice crater. They sit down

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[toppedbyzaworld]

[just kinda plopping down near the fire.]

[samsera]

*nods to*

[toppedbyzaworld]

Did you get to say goodbye?

[samsera]

...mm. I think we all did.

[toppedbyzaworld]

Good. [giving your hand a little squeeze?]

[samsera]

*accepts it, but can't seem to find anything much to say.*

...

[toppedbyzaworld]

[is fine with just waiting for her to talk first.]

[samsera]

*we said it all before when Argilla left, though.*

[toppedbyzaworld]

[Well true, but I'm made of fail when it comes to trying to start up conversations like this.]

So, uh...

[Yeah, like that]

[samsera]

...

[toppedbyzaworld]

Well, he might come back some day?

[samsera]

...he said that he and Argilla would be in Nirvana.

[toppedbyzaworld]

...Oh.

[samsera]

They could be wrong. That was always where we thought we'd be.