sunday week 2 (cradle project private convo, fiona & dave)

[parodeity]

[ so, dave retreats to his room for a bit after all. that. he'll hang with roxy tomorrow night probably, but after an enforced sleepover and so much time in a room with so many people, he's down for some alone time.

also, he's still trying to avoid the Talk about who he wants to see shirtless. fuck his life.

so when there's a knock at the door he pauses and goes "shit" mentally before realizing it wasn't to the tune of some old cartoon theme song, which is roxy's usual go to. so it's someone else. he goes to open the hatch door whatever the fuck it is and sees... ]

Oh, hey, Fi. What's up?

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[hatslinger]

Hey, Dave. Uh, not a lot, I guess? Just dealing with the whole murder thing like usual.

[ really, trying her hardest not to be killed was fiona's life story, so all of this definitely was a little more familiar to her than others. but nothing could have prepared her for the whole body horror angel bit.

as such, she was a little worried for the small brood of teens that she'd somehow accumulated. ]

I just wanted to see how you were holding up. Today was.. a lot. Like, a lot a lot.