w5 curfew: once again our remaining a's except astarion are all here.

[halved]

i don't have a meme this time

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[concoctive]

[ he bumps his shoulder up against her gently as they work, just trying to focus on the task and being bastions of serotonin where possible in this group of depressos and introverts.

really keep killing off our extroverts. ]

[fanfictional]

[ bumps his shoulder back! she's got a little pile of flowers that she's working with, doing her best to make these crowns look good. help. ]

Such a quiet night.

[ not that she minds! the vibes are just so depresso in this club (garden) ]