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[literally anything you could want for curfew is here. there's water, soda, tea, hot chocolate, marshmallows, and like. alcohol. her expression is considerably more subdued than it has been the past few days, her fingers constantly flexing like she wants to touch or hold onto something before she resumes crossing her arms and digging her nails into her arms.

around any of our cyoa-ers, this week or last, she's probably especially worried and antsy]

Please let me know if you all wish for anything else that I can bring to us... [because they cannot get anything to leave, she has already tried] I'm sorry.