[ years of scrambling and running from monsters and people alike have made crea a light sleeper.
as soon as beelzebub urges him, he starts awake, breath caught on his chest. like a startled cat, he’s already out of bed before he starts asking questions. ]
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THURSDAY WEEK 3, MORNING
Crea. Crea, wake up.
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[ years of scrambling and running from monsters and people alike have made crea a light sleeper.
as soon as beelzebub urges him, he starts awake, breath caught on his chest. like a startled cat, he’s already out of bed before he starts asking questions. ]
What is it? Don’t tell me you found a body.
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No, it's fine. No bodies.
[His free hand holds... a parfait glass? What the fuck is it filled with, though--]
... Do you need a second?
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[ oh, ok. no bodies.
maybe he can get ready a little slower, then. he glances down at the glass, eyes narrowed as he tries to distinguish the contents. ]
Never mind, then! What do you have?