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[wasaflowerchild]

WHO: Karolina Dean and YOU.
WHAT: breach trip!
WHERE: THE BEACH lol like i know which one.
WHEN: today!
WARNINGS: sand everywhere.

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karolina and open;

[wasaflowerchild]

[ karolina's lying on a beach towel, putting sunscreen on her face. come bother her. ]

[crotcharrow]

[He doesn't say anything for a while, staring at the sand and her towel, before he sighs a little, and snorts wryly with laughter.]

I'm just. Fucking sick of this place.

[wasaflowerchild]

We all are, Tommy. We just...have to make the best of it until we get home.

[ she doesn't know what else to say. this isn't something she can fix for him. ]

[crotcharrow]

I'm tired of making the best of it. I can't do it anymore.

[he moves his foot under the sand and kicks it a little.] Not when it takes everyone away from me.

[wasaflowerchild]

What are you talking about?

[ nothing about that sounds promising. karolina's whole face creases up in worry. ]

[crotcharrow]

[He catches himself, and realizes what he was saying, and frowns back at the ground, hunching over a little.]

Nothing.

[wasaflowerchild]

You're scaring me, Tommy.

[ she sits fully upright, curling her legs up against her chest. ]

[crotcharrow]

[he shakes his head before she's even finished, and tries waving her off.] Look, it's nothing, alright.

[wasaflowerchild]

I don't believe you.

[ the saddest face. ever. karolina is wearing that right now. ]

[crotcharrow]

[he's not even looking at her, but he can feel her gaze. He's frowning heavily, and his foot is twitching anxiously. There's a long pause, his mind racing. He's not going to tell her about everything. About how he was thinking that if he died here, he might go home.]

They can't just... It's fucking unfair. I'm fucking sick of it.

[wasaflowerchild]

I know it is. But Tommy, we can't...there's not a lot we can do.

[ she uncurls, just enough to touch his wrist, her fingertips just skimming along his skin. ]

We just have to be patient.

[crotcharrow]

[He twitches against the touch a little, and then glances at her hand. He frowns a little more, but doesn't move her hand, looking back at the sand.]

We could destroy those fucking machines.

[wasaflowerchild]

[ immediate serious face. her fingers curl around his wrist. ]

That wouldn't help anything.

[crotcharrow]

It would stop more people getting stuck here.

[He laughs wryly, and adds, almost jokingly:]

And who knows, if I die trying to destroy them, I might actually go home for once.

[wasaflowerchild]

[ alkjgdsafda that is the worst joke she's ever heard. ]

I'd rather have you alive, Tommy.

[crotcharrow]

[he snorts again]

This is hardly living.