scribbly: (it's so much better to pretend)
ℳᴀʀʏ ([personal profile] scribbly) wrote in [community profile] the_newlydead_game 2017-06-04 03:15 am (UTC)

[For once, Ib is beating out Mary in intense energy?? She's stunned.

She'll get to see the world outside, she'll visit beaches and cities and parks like she'd always wanted. She'll get the chance to grow up to be a princess or an artist or a confectioner, she'll eat candy and play games and—maybe a part of her balks at the idea of meeting Ib's parents, at a family, because she doesn't know that she can ever, ever trust an adult again.

All because Ib is her friend. Because Ib wanted to go home with her.
]

Ib... Ib...!

[sorry about all of the mustard but Mary is sprinting forward to pull Ib into a hug, although she really just kind of half-collapses on her because figuring out her new limbs is really hard.]

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