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[countingthunder]

Simon's not coming this time. Just stay, a routine of nothing to keep her locked down.

Count the bedsprings...

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[graficmemory]

-=walking slowly, looking at the empty, half rotten cells with distain.=-

Lovely place. I wonder who the decorator is.

[countingthunder]

*absently* Time, mostly.

[graficmemory]

-=follows her voice and frowns all the more.=-

How you holding up, miss? -=already working the keys in the lock to get her out. Damn the guard for not telling me which key.=-

[countingthunder]

*looks up at him from her seat on the floor, baffled* You're not Simon.

[surface_drizzt]

... i'm sorry i'm not here to release you.

Is there anything you need?

[countingthunder]

No apologies, they keep her locked up for a reason.

No peas, either.

[surface_drizzt]

I know what you did, and I know what reason it was for... but it doesn't excuse you for harming someone.

No... peas?

[countingthunder]

She isn't looking for excuses.

I don't like them.