scawwy: pc: camille

[trashprince]

[ i'm gonna be your friend so hard ]

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[trashprince]

[ you know what else caelus has? a spicy weedpeach. wordlessly holds that out to her if she'd like to take a bite. ]

All the murders. These Sunday rituals. We're also taking each other out without a vote.

[ he gets why vin did what she did. he does.

but how can they all stick together through this? none trust. ]

[scrapdraught]

[oh thank god.

Camille leans in and takes her bite, not bothering to reach for it herself. Call it another casualty of this touchy-feely-week. Better this than the writing again.]

I can't say I saw that last one coming. It was over and done with quick as a wink. [She shakes her head.] What if Nona hadn't been the killer?

[trashprince]

And what if we'd had a way to save her?

[ someone is thinking about that cabinet of curios ]

Vin didn't give the rest of us a choice.

[ from caelus, that sounds like a most grave insult and error on her part. usurping someone else's desires with your own, however noble, ain't caecae approved. ]