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[curseshit]

Drag the grooms out of their hiding places and get partying! Everyone is at the inn already!

BACHELOR PARTY!!!

[ mission: midnight drinking post. oh and the curse... ]

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[sawedoff]

[excuse you. he was a good priest. :(]

Have you talked to anyone else about this?

[making the same pissy face at apple. it's reflexive. get that shit away from me.]

[recurred]

Ernest and John Smith.

[ looks back up at the tree. the leaves. remembering a leaf in a book somewhere, the book she saw in the joy's pawn shop]

Something is really wrong, but I think I know where to start now.

[sawedoff]

[nods like the formulation of a plan for something they have no idea is a good idea. like this shit is run of the mill.]

Hey.

[reaches out to touch her arm, which would be normal for a priest trying to comfort someone but he's neither and it feels like he's done it before. natural.]

Just be careful, okay?

[two crazies running around town kicking shit up. who knows what's going on anymore. watch yoself.]

[recurred]

[looks at his hand then to him and smiles a little. this is familiar too, a nice familiar.]

Roger that. [that feels like the right thing to say, even if really it doesn't make any sense between them at the moment.]

[she stops to place a hand over his and give it a squeeze before departing.]

I'll come find you. [for what? tinhatting party. who knows lets just roll with it.]

[sawedoff]

[digs an eyebrow in, confused, but it gets a smile despite himself. it's kind of like it was with sergei, like they've had this conversation before or he remembers bits and pieces, but it doesn't fit with anything he remembers here and it's wigging him out]

Right. Yeah. Don't leave me hangin.