[ mushrooms shed, princess hair gone. for the moment, nodd looks normal, for himself. which doesn't change that the aura around him is absolutely unbearable. toxic vibes as he sits on the floor on the observation deck, in one of those carved out smoking areas. not even smoking, as of right now. knees to chest. spacing out, perhaps. get it. ]
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W2; Saturday, Post-Trial
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Would you like some company, Mr. Nodd? If not, I can always leave you alone.
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[ that reminds him, actually, of how awful he is at that exact task. maybe should let it go. tilts head, cheek on knee. ]
We should have gone along with the two convict plan-- imagine that. That's where we ended up anyway.