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[headhooligan]

Hah. It really wasn’t.

[Almost too easy, considering. The people in the room were their own worst enemies, Aubrey supposes.

[She stretches her arms, then moves to get up. Omori probably is tired.]

Glad you’re back.

Want anything? [You know. From the kitchen.]

[sadpoem]

[Omori stills the knife, staring at the blade, razor thin when turned sideways. He shakes his head, placing the knife back in his hoodie pocket and curling up on his side. Time for a nap. Sunny should be back once they wake up.]

we can wrap here ough

[headhooligan]

[Understood.

[While he’s asleep, Aubrey baits Spooky over; not a difficult task. He’ll have a cat on his lap when he wakes up, soft and purring.]