[ Medb takes off her heels once she hits the beach. Her feelings are a little muted, but nothing seems to be standing out except for maybe a tinge of annoyance.
[Molly is just in one of the beach chairs, flopped out - coat slung over the back of the chair, tail swaying and holding a bottle of tequila up on his chest.
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week 6, friday
She waves once she sees Molly. ]
Seems like someone finished it for us, huh?
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Holding it out to her as she approaches?]
Seems that way. Can't say I'm very surprised.
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[ She takes the bottle and looks at it, considering how much she wants to take a drink right now. ]
How much are you going to try tomorrow?
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[he takes the bottle back for the moment then. And then takes a drink. Out of only respect for her, he actually thinks about the question.]
. . . I don't know. I think I'm just tired of seeing people die, Medb.
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I don't think you're the only one. I'm tired of it, too, and I've seen my fair share of death. Do any of us know when this is going to end?
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I've only heard "soon." Though I don't know what soon means. Probably not that much longer now.
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That's something, but I guess we also have to think about that looming danger before it's over, huh?
[ Their antler demon tongues baby. ]