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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 6:53 pm
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A bag of chips, as promised, and one chipper Death trainee showed up at Chel's door not too long after the conversation on twitter. It had been a while, too long, since Gretch had spent any amount of significant time with the other girl, and it was high time she remedy this. The disaster at the life labs had kept her busy, the mental strain that had come along with clean up of injured and dead hunters had sent her running into Isaac's arms on a nightly bases. Hiding out, trying forget the awful things she had kept on seeing.
Now, with the clean up mostly over, and her work load returning to something close to normal, the girl was feeling notably better. Less hermity, at the very least.
So she brought up a hand, knocking out a silly little melody against Chel's door, then waited.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 7:18 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 7:46 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 7:50 pm
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