Well, I was sitting in a dining chair and something yanked it ninety degrees to the right with me in it, but hey. Could be anything. [She smiles.] I'm not the expert on the supernatural. My home was considerably more dull than most folks around here.
[Her eyes flick unbidden to the white lines on inky black skin. Is it skin? She's sure it's rude to ask, so she won't.
Yet she can't help herself on the other front.]
Hey, so. You know you've got a little something there. [Delicately pointing.]
Whatever happened to sneaking into bedrooms and reading other people's diaries?
[Just salt in the wounds they thought they'd healed. Camille still can't say she understands what Kate is, but she looks young. Very young. Not the type Camille's keen to poison with her past.]
We could wait it out somewhere private? They usually fade after a time.
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[Her eyes flick unbidden to the white lines on inky black skin. Is it skin? She's sure it's rude to ask, so she won't.
Yet she can't help herself on the other front.]
Hey, so. You know you've got a little something there. [Delicately pointing.]
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Yes.
It seems most of us have been afflicted with words we'd rather not see.
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[Just salt in the wounds they thought they'd healed. Camille still can't say she understands what Kate is, but she looks young. Very young. Not the type Camille's keen to poison with her past.]
We could wait it out somewhere private? They usually fade after a time.
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The last thing we need is any reason to distrust one another, at a time like this.