[OOM: Up on the roof]

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*Raph had forgotten how much of a pain in the ass the tent was to set up by himself. He'd had Andrew to help with the set up and break down on their trip, and Death was there the last time he needed to put it on the roof.

Death.
He misses her so much.

He wipes at the sweat beading on his forehead, and is greeted in turn by the stinging, burning sensation that comes with having a quickly developing sunburn.*

Great. Just great.

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you're our girl...but i'm hers.

*There's no way to say it that sounds quite right, and these are the only words he has.*

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A thousand thoughts ran through April's mind in a flash. Hate her and selfish and stolen and fuck you, but she didn't voice any of them because she recognized the irrationality of it. Her right hand formed into a fist and then relaxed again, her back still turned.

"I should have known better. Goodbye," she said at length, and this time when she crossed to the ladder, she didn't stop and didn't look back.

Thank you for making a liar out of me.