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⠀⠀⠀ coffee cupped in her hands gingerly, yawning — buenos días. she slept like hell, but has to open The Sanctuary soon. doc can’t miss a day.
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⠀⠀⠀ wouldn’t be the first time ah heard that.
⠀⠀⠀ * ( mirrored in her own laugh and the way her chin comes to rest on the side of the truck, just over her arm — all to avoid discomfort of plastic and metal as a pillow. )
⠀⠀⠀ sounds like you got som big ↪︎
well ... can't tell you too much. otherwise i couldn't let ya' leave.
( statement followed by a half-chuckle. he's only slightly joking, in that.
V kicks the stand out and props his bike up and leans against it. out here, he doesn't quite feel like the fixer—
hotshot stuff ahead of you. leaves me wonderin’, curious y’knowׅ𖤠
⠀⠀⠀ * ( picking her head up, twin digits taking another, final drag of the burnt stick before it’s pitched to dirt far out of her way. assuming her original resting. )
⠀⠀⠀ judging by you bein’ here ↪︎
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⠀⠀⠀ ❛ sit still while ah fix this, alright ❨ 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓❩* ׅ𖤠 ❜
⠀⠀⠀ playing nurse with some bandaging on the hand — she knows a lotta stuff but doesn’t quite do it unless their clan doc needs another hand.
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⠀⠀⠀ ⇀ vara sloane reeves ﹑5’5 ﹑28 y/o ﹑aldecaldos nomad ﹑ mechanic ﹑road warrior ⁎
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⠀⠀⠀* pictures done by me — do not use my VP or take my OC for any purposes.
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the dark sky sounds like the framework for an abduction story if you told it to anyone. if there’s one thing she’s learned to trust, it’s her gut — and it doesn’t warn of any danger. )
⠀⠀⠀ but ah might be willing to share if you are. one person to another.
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⠀⠀⠀ s’a lotta mess no one needs to get into. ah’ve been loosin’ sleep for a minute now.
⠀⠀⠀ * ( leaning against truck bed walls, knees reeled into chest — and the small blanket she had comes tugged a little closer. talking to strangers in the early hours under ↪︎
not one. too much ta' think about.
( well, it'd be awkward of him if he didn't strike a cigarette of his own up now, wouldn't it be?
he never really had a complex about these things. doesn't remember how he started either—some mobster probably offered the little V one. )
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⠀⠀⠀ * ( rarely often she has a smoke in her hand unless it’s something bothering her enough to use it. vara’s been doing it more and more it feels like — she can hear her father turning in his grave, reeling over black lungs ﹠﹠ giving her a lecture about God’s ↪︎
( oh, he knows that feeling alright. life like his invites a kind of stress that is oft at odds with sleep. evidently so—the merc rolls up beside the truck on one of his bikes. )
gets awful cold out here at night. fall's creepin' up on us too.
“perfect creation” being defiled. )
⠀⠀⠀ dunno, ah think ah like the cold. blistering heat gets tiresome after awhile.
⠀⠀⠀ * ( turning head over ﹠﹠ rested in free hand, twin ambers meeting his silhouette cut out of the dim solar lantern light. )
⠀⠀⠀ can’t sleep ↪︎