eleventh. text. (i just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times.)

[torrefied]

[Mello's getting a little tired of making these announcements, truth be told. And sure, maybe they've technically got more pressing matters at the moment, but Chris was here a long time, and he had many friends - of which Mello was one, believe it or not. The rest of them should probably know what happened sooner rather than later. That's what Mello would want, anyway.]

Chris is gone.

I'm looking after his wolf.

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text;

[survivorsguilt]

thank you

[She doesn't know what else to say.]

its ok if i come right now?

text;

[torrefied]

Of course. We'll be here.

action;

[survivorsguilt]

[It's only when Ellie is almost at the orchard that she realises she hasn't asked what Mello looks like. She's searching for a veritable stranger, after all. But hey- there's a guy over there with a wolf, and how many of those are in this place?

She walks over hesitantly, adjusting the backpack over her shoulders.]

Mello? I'm the one who messaged you.

Sorry. This feels weird now that I'm here.