e i g h t. ( anon text ) . like playing with fire, i'll get hurt

[dedikated]

( This message comes to the network at 3am, the sign of someone not sleeping, probably having spent one too many nights at Delight's bar to be at all healthy for their liver.

Whether they're drunk this night is a question that's hard to answer, since they've had the sense to turn on anonymous posting and type correctly. But three words can't be that hard to type, right? )

Are you coping?

( If you have to send this? You're probably not. )

Comments

[knifecollecting]

Sorry to hear. No one needed that.

[dedikated]

Don't need shit of what's done to us.

[knifecollecting]

I think so too.

[dedikated]

Forgot how quiet my life back home is now.

( Battle free, where she worked to help without threats of random attacks and impossibilities. )

[knifecollecting]

You had quiet? Lucky.

[dedikated]

In the last few years, aye.

( Well. The whole helping Faith thing, changing careers... okay, not quiet, but a better kind of busy. )

Wasn't this kind of chaos, anyway.

[knifecollecting]

Sounds nice.

[dedikated]

It were.

Fucking sick of undergrounds.

[knifecollecting]

yeah. Me too