"....Was 'Paquerette' by With Confidence- I'm only hanging out with you a little while longer, Huntsville, and then you'll be back in KB's capable hands for the evening through morning. Remember to stay safe out there, folks. Leading us into my last block for the night, here's Fall Out Boy with The Phoenix. I've G Westfall, You've been you, let's stay that way." Wren groans, turning off the radio beside her and swinging her feet absently- she's sat at the edge of the hole, throwing pebbles down it and listening for... something. Maybe the bottom. "Stupid hole. Stupid Huntsville."
"Blocking my sunlight, there, friend." She chimes, as another person's frame shades the sun nearby, turning and tucking her sunglasses into her hair as she squints. "Oh. Hey Faith." She greets. "You here to throw rocks into Hell too?" She's not entirely sure what the hole is. Hell works, she figures. She'd clearly been out here a few hours, a pile of half-finished leather and scrap metal jewelry beside her and a packed lunch mostly eaten. "Dad told me I was bummin' him out, so I'm having a crack picnic." She reaches into her backpack, holding up a dried fruit roll. "Fruit roll up?"
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