It's a rather quaint town when you get down to it. At least, that's what the Sheriff would argue. Warm and dry in the mornings and afternoons with a brisk coolness in the evenings. The perfect type of weather to just sit out on your rocking chair and observe the comings and goings.
... Of course, there's not much in the way of comings and goings when there aren't any actual people here to watch. Nevertheless, don't let that get you down! The town is your oyster and those roosters won't stop crowing until everyone's out of bed. Up and at 'em, rise and shine, it's time to make the day yours!
After all, there's nothing wrong with the town today and you might just want to savor it while it lasts.
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[reaches out to complete that connection, twining her fingers with Xion's, bringing her other hand up so she's holding on with both. she says nothing this time around, allowing the silence to envelop them, and she sure as heck doesn't care about the blood]
[physical contact as a comfort tool has become so important in this town]
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... but she will tilt her head a little. Remind her what you're referring to, sis ]
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The game isn't over yet. Those who have died-- they aren't lost to us. The Sheriff told us that from the very beginning.
[and that bit of knowledge was the hope Milla had hung onto, what drove her to keep playing to ensure that everyone could go home safely]
It's difficult to keep moving forward. . . but let that thought give you strength, if it can.
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Then she just ... reaches out for Milla, wanting a connection.
(She keeps thinking these days that each time she holds someone's hand, or hugs them, it'll be the last time.) ]
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[reaches out to complete that connection, twining her fingers with Xion's, bringing her other hand up so she's holding on with both. she says nothing this time around, allowing the silence to envelop them, and she sure as heck doesn't care about the blood]
[physical contact as a comfort tool has become so important in this town]