Yeah, I imagine she gets a lot of flack off the cuff.
[who would do that? 😬]
Ah. Fascists and fuckos, got it. [Camille huffs, a short and silent laugh, then gives his bicep a casual squeeze. A gesture for far better friends than they are, yet she's turned away without a second's pause, carrying on with their inspection of the place.
Camille picks up a remote and glances over to a box television against the wall opposite. Hm.]
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[who would do that? 😬]
Ah. Fascists and fuckos, got it. [Camille huffs, a short and silent laugh, then gives his bicep a casual squeeze. A gesture for far better friends than they are, yet she's turned away without a second's pause, carrying on with their inspection of the place.
Camille picks up a remote and glances over to a box television against the wall opposite. Hm.]