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SHE’S PRESSING AN ice pack against skin, a band aid already attached to their upper brow. ❝ i have sort of this idea to honor john. ❞ a bit lost in thought, her mouth upward in a moment of reminiscing. . ❝ it’ll be sweet. light a few candles, sing a few songs. a proper burial, you know ? ❞ she couldn’t help but think, had she not already been found by adrian - would she fit in better with the SPADES ? a thought to delve into some othe time. ❝ i don’t know, just a thought. ❞
as she lounges on the couch, playing HARVEST MOON, a brow raises curiously in poppy’s direction. with her interest piqued clover closes the DSI as she nods along while the other girl l o b s the idea in the air. “ sounds nice, poppy. ” a hint of a smile makes its way onto her face, “ he... he deserves somethin’ NICE. ”











