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[Drinking alone has started to pass from just "depressing" into "unhealthy", so Descole's enforced a ban on herself and the mini-fridge has obliged by removing all of the alcohol. Of course, after making the decision she promptly changed her mind, and now she doesn't have anything to drink despite wanting one.

So she's trying to take her mind off things by cleaning, instead, and she's found a room with just enough minuscule bits of dirt to occupy her. It's kind of pointless, given that the place cleans itself perfectly well without any input, but it's something that she can do without dropping her guard too much, and that makes it top of a very small list of things that can pass as leisure activities for her at this point. Anyone passing by is welcome to interrupt her - talking is probably a healthier pastime than trying to scrub holes in the floor, anyway.]

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You know, I never knew until I met you just how much I've wanted you in my life.

I hope we don't have to separate. I really don't.

Yeah. I don't think I could cope with it, honestly. I think I need you, double.

Well its a good thing we're both stuck here. Perhaps, if I'm able to leave, somehow you could come with me. Yes, physics would suggest I could.

Well, I'd be happy to go with you. It might be interesting trying to explain everything, though.

Eh, I'll just tell them I made the Dressing Room. They'll believe me then. And they're probably going to like you anyway.

[Descole snorts a little.]

Well, you say they'll like me. I don't know. I think this place has clouded your judgement.

My brother, oh lord, he'd have a time with this. He'd love it. It would be good for you to meet Hershel. He's...well, we're not on the best terms, but you two might get along.

Well... I guess if I had you there, then I might be able to cope with it better. I don't know. Maybe it'd help to have a version of him who I could actually speak to, so that might be good.

I think it will help. I think it'll be good for me too. Possibly we'd bw on better terms.

It's just a shame that this place will probably take the fact that we've made plans for if we go home, and use it as an excuse to never let us leave.

[He nods.]

This place can be quiet malevolent, can't it?

Well... I think it's more... childish. It's malevolent because it's doing things simply for its amusement, rather than because it actually wants to hurt us.

As far as we know. I sure as hell hope that's all it is...

...oh god, what if it turns out like a possessed house that wants us dead. That was a book I read once.

Ehh... if it wanted us dead, I'm sure it would have done it before now. You know? It's had us here long enough.

I dunno. The book I read tortured it's victims and picked them off one by one.

But I think I'm over thinking it.

Well, parts of my stay here have been downright pleasant. Meeting you, occasionally managing to actually sleep... at least if I go out, I'll go out well, you know?

That's a good way of looking at it. I'm glad we had this conversation.

I'm glad for every conversation we have, double.

...god, listen to me. How stupid do I sound?

You never sound stupid.

[He flips the ends of her hair playfully.]

Sweet of you, double, but not true. I sound all sappy.

It's very true. You can sound sappy and stuff all you want with me. I don't mind.

Well, I'm glad of it. Because I feel sappy about you. God.

Why do you feel sappy? You shouldn't love me, I'm not a good person to fall in love with. You should find some one else to be in love with.

Love? God, I don't think it's love. Not that I'd know anyway. But... you make me happy, double.