I know this is ill-advised, but I dun currrrrr
If I crash suddenly, though, don't say I didn't warn ya.
(SAID BIRD is still up on her bed, sad/worried/wrestling with whether or not to break down and tell Caster about this shit.)
…
(Is Gracia still about? If so, she is being GLANCED AT by a dark-haired, grey-eyed, bearded fellow in some kinda metal suit
.)
…
(He looks... inquisitive. And his nose is real big and smug. Noses can somehow be smug, yes.)
(That fucking fat freakshow who periodically exists STILL EXISTS and is perched up on the roof, looking down.)
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make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019(nods, and starts to walk downstairs)
(heading for the kitchen)
(it may or may not be noticeable, but she's not used to wearing Julie's type of clothes very much)
Hmph. For once, you've got me in the wrong.
(looks back at the door) And I don't plan on letting you start a streak. (dematerializes)
(and re-materializes back in Theresa's room, exactly eight-and-a-half seconds later)
ahahaha youll love it trust me
-Gracia stares back, nervous-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

(shakes her head) I'm still waiting for her to reply back.
Are you sure that you're not overblowing this? You have a tendency to do that.