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[legally_blond]

[In the Mess Hall tonight, it's rather empty... since, you know, it's late/early/some in between time. For those who like to wander the wilds of camp in the dark hours, though, it's a nice respite from the zombies lurking around outside. In one corner sits a prosecutor playing an acoustic guitar, looking out the window with a bemused expression

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[n_ittowinit]

I'm glad you're getting some use out of the guitar, Mr. Gavin.

[n_ittowinit]

That would be disconcerting...

I hope she will be okay.

[legally_blond]

Hah, it was. I hope it doesn't happen again.

She should be. These things tend to wear off after a few days, a week at the most.

[n_ittowinit]

She's lucky she is cute and innocent enough that most people here will take pity on her. Still. I don't trust everyone in this camp, I'm worried something will happen.

[legally_blond]

You've been keeping an eye on her?

[n_ittowinit]

Here and there where I can.

[legally_blond]

That's good of you!

[n_ittowinit]

...

I would not go that far.

[legally_blond]

And why not? Not everyone will do that for another person.

[n_ittowinit]

[you're making me feel SO BAD]

Probably not.

[legally_blond]

[8)]

I'll keep her in my sights too, from now on. She usually lives in the same building as me, so it's the least I can do.

[n_ittowinit]

Thank you. I'm sure that will help.

[legally_blond]

It's only a matter of time until she changes back.

[n_ittowinit]

Yes. But I would feel bad if something happened to her before that.

[legally_blond]

It's always a concern, but we're watching out for her.

[n_ittowinit]

... Thank you.