catch-all: mollymauk.

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one day a shitpost will go here

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[Hmm... This seems fine and normal. Sheila has an extra large smoothie cup with her, which might explain why she's currently not a demon right now. But she looks at him in concern when she approaches.]

Molly...! Whatcha up to?

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[He pauses, looking up - the brush in his hand stopping for a second.]

Finishing a few things up. [And then scratching at his face with the end of the brush.] Only a few days left now, yes?

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It's looking like it.

[She will invite herself to plop down on the ground next to him, peering at whatever he's working on.]

How are you feeling?

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[He's drawing . . . on a little blank card. It's a tarot card. This one is a feminine figure, in red, a flame in her hand.]

Trying not to feel much of anything, if I'm being upfront. It's-- well. Time for that later. Or not, because I'll be dead and won't have to worry about it. That is the benefit of pushing it down the line.

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We, more or less, got our shit together two days ago. I like our chances. So I'm going to go with later.

[She's an optimist, anyway. Gesturing at the tarot card:]

That's looking pretty.

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[He pauses to look at it himself, smiling a bit.]

Ah- my thanks. I'm not sure why ... Well. Might not be much use for them, if we all die horribly this week, but I figured I might as well finish the ones I started.

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Then call them extra motivation to not die horribly this week. No one is allowed to die until you get to use your sweet, custom set of cards.