post-trial garbage feelings

[ballisdeath]

[ The campfire is still roaring. S'mores supplies are hanging around the area. There's still a faint scent of copper on the air, for those who can really recognize it.

Leon is leaning against Mami on one of the logs around the fire. He's been acting like he's uncaring-- and a lot of it stems from bitterness that this happened to him and he had to watch it AGAIN. But he's calmed down now. He actually looks rather peaceful, if a bit weathered.

There's also now a pizza sitting on another nearby seat. It's cheese and a little cold. ]

Spell didn't work. Delivery man practically blinked out of existence. I thought I'd try since... look at all of us now.

[ That's all he murmurs. Join the campfire? ]

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[trashmouthtozier]

Like we said: not being afraid of It. It ate fear. So ... by not being afraid of It, we like ... I guess we starved It? It couldn't kill Bev because she wasn't afraid. It could only ... put her in this weird sort of comber.

[he says it that way, too, because that's the only way he's ever heard adults say it, in Maine. a comber]

[killtheanimals]

[It takes him a second. And then:]

Coma?

[trashmouthtozier]

[squint]

Yeah that's what I said.

[killtheanimals]

No, you didn't.

[But there's more important things to talk about, so he'll continue:]

Us falling comatose doesn't sound much better.

[trashmouthtozier]

Well .... Ben did figure out a way to wake her up.

[he's suddenly blushing. A LOT]

[killtheanimals]

Oh?

[Do tell.]

[trashmouthtozier]

He ...

[he makes a face]

He kissed her.

[killtheanimals]

[He just

stares.]

[trashmouthtozier]

[y'ah'I know right. it was gross. Richie shifts uncomfortably]

[killtheanimals]

It sounds like a fairy tale.

[trashmouthtozier]

I know. I know.

[it frustrates him so much, how dumb some of this sounds]

Trust me, I didn't believe any of this shit when it started happening either, but that didn't make it any less real! Any of it!