camille

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[She winces.]

That was all the mushrooms. Your favorite.

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I see. What a shame! That does sound like fun.

[she's kind of clearly pretending, her smile is not as bright. it's not really in her nature to apologize for yelling at camille for nothing or having any kind of internal self-reflection about why she reacts to things the way she does, but she'll just add after a moment...]

I didn't like it when you bit Aerith, though. I didn't care for that.

[to be at a party, for everyone to be having fun, and then out of nowhere - that wasn't so good.]

[scrapdraught]

[Frankly, she deserved it. Camille's already stiff and feeling low. The childlike way Laudna spits it out doesn't help.]

Me neither. [She teethes the inside of her lip and folds her arms around her middle, looking to the side.] I just dropped off flowers for her. I'll catch her later, maybe.

[The air sits thick between them. Camille chances a look back, gut quailing]

Is that why you said if I touched you, I'd regret it?

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[hmm. she's a little uncertain how to answer.]

I don't want to be a victim. I'm not a good choice, because I'm dangerous, too.

[scrapdraught]

[Camille's mouth goes dry.]

I don't want to make you a victim.

[And not just because she believes it. The woman is unhinged, and has a past unspeakable — but she's not bad. Not really.]

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Good.

[well. she feels a little better about that, at least.]

I don't bear any ill will towards vampires, really, but I grew up in a place with some rather nasty ones.

[scrapdraught]

[Ah.]

Multipack variety of the undead. I see. [She wets her lips, chancing a step closer as she glances around. No eavesdroppers, right?]

I can't blame you, you know. Especially if you've had bad run-ins in the past. Things like that stick with you.

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Oh? Are you familiar, then?

[scrapdraught]

[?]

With vampires? Only in stories.

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Oh.

[she sounded, for a moment, like she knew what she was talking about.]

They aren't only in stories.

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[Sure aren't!!!]

So I've been learning, yeah. [She smiles, though it's a bit pained.] Sorry to disappoint you. I'd like to hear more about them though.

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You haven't disappointed me.

[she is honestly relieved.]

I'm glad that you weren't something so different from what you seem to be.

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[Huh. It helps to hear out loud, but it makes her laugh a little.]

A burnt out bitch creeping towards middle age?

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Oh, yes! After all, we're quite similar in that regard, except that concepts such as "middle age" don't exactly apply to me.

[scrapdraught]

Right. [She grins now, shaking her head. Then reaches out, squeezing the other woman's shoulder.] I'll let you know how that goes for me. Give you all the deets on what you're missing out on.

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[she seems surprised to have her shoulder squeezed, but then puts her hand on the hand and pats pats.]

And I can tell you what it's like to die.

[scrapdraught]

Wonderful.

[Honestly, that might be a relief. She laughs, withdrawing the hand to slip back into her pockets.]

Thanks Laudna. It's never a dull moment with you.