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“Ouch. I hope that doesn’t hurt as bad as it looks.”

“It’s just a bump. I’ll be okay.”

#chat #renee

mattmonroevstheworld:

“Mhm.”

“Did you want to go get food?”

#chat #matt

emilyypark:

“Everyone thinks that. That’s why everyone is staying inside at night, why everyone is so paranoid. Because they think that someone actually has a reason to kill them. Pretty self centered, if you ask me.”

“I never thought about it like that.”

emilyypark:

“Do you think someone will try and kill you? You think you’re that important?”

“I don’t think anyone thinks that.”

guardianspike:

“I’ll do my best. But you’re my first concern.”

“Okay.”

emilyypark:

“Are you scared?”

“You’d be weird not to be scared.”

emilyypark:

“Remember when people actually did fun things? You know, before all this murder stuff made life boring as hell.”

“People died. I don’t see how that made things boring. People are scared.”

Nerves

ericfisk:

Eric read the books title, nodding his head thoughtfully. It wasn’t one he’d read, but that was hardly surprising; he wasn’t much of a reader. When he heard her reasoning for reading, his smile widened. “Really? That’s awesome, Niven! Congratulations, seriously.” It was good to see her happy, especially with everything going on.

“Uh, I’m just, y’know, hanging in there. I got a roommate, kind of?”

Niven blushed a bright pink when Eric congratulated her on her new relationship. Her first relationship, first friend, everything came with Grace. She felt so lucky to have met the girl in her life, despite everything else going on in her chaotic life. “Thank you, Eric,” she replied, smiling. “Thank you. I’m just trying to figure out what you do in relationships now. I don’t even know. Do you?”

She listened, wondering what qualified as a ‘kind of’ roommate. Was it like Chris and Spike? How they kind of just invaded her space? “Do you like your roommate?”

#para #eric

Nerves

ericfisk:

Eric was relieved when Niven didn’t push the matter, didn’t ask anything further. He didn’t want to lie to her, but he didn’t want to put her in danger, either. It was the same reason he wouldn’t tell Samson who killed Dom.

He laughed as she patted his shoulder. “Thanks, Niven,” he said. He wasn’t really sure he believed that, but he wasn’t going to argue with a compliment, either. “What are you up to?”

She shrugged in answer to what she was up to. “Nothing, really, I’m just reading a book,” Niven answered truthfully, holding up the teenage romance novel. “I kinda needed pointers. I guess I… have someone I’m dating now.” She left out the fact that she had a girlfriend rather than a boyfriend, not sure how anyone was going to take that news. She hadn’t even told her parents before they departed that she liked more than just boys.

“What are you up to? Other than hurting yourself?”

#para #eric

guardianspike:

“Promise. And … Grace too. Provided I can find her.”

“Thank you, Spike. I really, really don’t want anyone to get hurt. Especially her.”

guardianspike:

“If I could only take one person out, it’d be you, alright? And the minute I find a way, I’ll take you. Promise.”

“Okay. If you promise. And if you’ll get Grace out of here too.”

guardianspike:

“Look, I’ve got this fucking phone. I’ve got two, actually, this one’s Krzys’s. Do you have a phone? I’ll take your number. And - I’ll give you the magic word to say. When you say it, I’ll hear you, wherever you are, and I’ll come back, even if I have to leave my body behind to do it, yeah?”

Originally posted by returntohorrorhigh

“Can’t you just find a way to get us all out of here? Wouldn’t that be so much easier?”

guardianspike:

“Hey, hey, it’s alright, I promise. This was a long time ago, sweetheart. No one’s going to hurt you now. I won’t let them. C’mere, you know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, right?”

“What if you miss it? What if something happens when you’re not around?”

guardianspike:

“Roza’s brother, I think, based on his fucking driver’s license. Or used to be, anyway. Shit. Fuck! Sorry, it’s just - I know my charges fuck-fudging die, but I try to keep them from getting fucking-fudging murdered. Unless he shot himself, which seems unlikely considering where I found the fudging bullet.”

“Another person got murdered? This — No. Can you please get me out of this town, Spike? I’m scared. I don’t want to die.”