paradisa | twenty

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twenty :: text

To anyone who gives a shit, North Dakota is gone.

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He left letters. They're in his room. Have at it. Someone take the dog, I can't look at it.

[Text because she can't risk talking right now.]

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good luck with that.

[she's already planning on making herself scarce.]

See, you say shit like that, and it makes me think you're going to do something stupid.

it's called getting out for a bit. don't get your panties in a knot.

[Basically she's going to lose herself in the seedier parts of City Royale and discover what passes for its drug scene.]

South, I like you. Don't make me do something Church-like.

[IE, drag you out kicking and screaming.]

just leave me alone, i'll come back when i'm good and ready.

[Kicking and screaming it is!]

Okay, but you only get one warning, and this is it sister.

[Absolute worst wordchoice there, Tucker. South switches to voice because she can't hold her hands still enough to write back, but even then her voice is tense and strained.]

You don't get to call me that, got it? No one does.

[Aaaand she's slamming the journal shut.]

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