scribbly: (we kill the lights and put on a show)
ℳᴀʀʏ ([personal profile] scribbly) wrote in [community profile] the_newlydead_game 2017-06-04 02:23 am (UTC)

...It...was...your prize...

[It takes another small few moments for this to really hit her, and Mary doesn't start moving just yet, at least partially because of the visceral awareness of how much mustard she's covered in as compared to how much mustard Ib is not covered in, but—she's getting all teary-eyed, and it quickly becomes crying.]

You wanted...to go home...with me..?

[and garry, she guesses, but,]

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