In Which I Do Not Know what Colour the School Is, Please Stop Asking

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[aka continuing threads from the camp move]

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[fourthsaken]

Seriously? No offense, but you know how messed up that is, right?

[plotless]

Really? I don't think it's that unusual for society ladies.

[fourthsaken]

Do I look like I know anything about that?

[plotless]

Then trust me on this. She's not a particularly bad person, it's just her life.

[fourthsaken]

Which I can't really judge.

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I'm not exactly non-judgmental.

[fourthsaken]

That could've been your life, right? Pretty sure that gives you room to judge.

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Actually I took one look at that life and decided that spinsterhood was for me.

[fourthsaken]

Yeah?

[plotless]

Yes. Fortunately there were other options I hadn't even considered.

[fourthsaken]

How pissed were your parents?

[plotless]

What? I certainly didn't drive them to drink.

[fourthsaken]

No. Uh, sorry. I mean how mad did they get?

[plotless]

Oh, I see. It wasn't that bad. My husband may be a Werewolf, but he's also a Lord. My mother has a great respect for titles, if not the people who carry them.

[fourthsaken]

... A werewolf?

[plotless]

Oh, yes. Didn't I mention?

[fourthsaken]

No. I hope I would've remembered that.

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Does it bother you?

[fourthsaken]

No, no. It's more that werewolves? They don't exist where I'm from. One day it'll stop being weird, but not yet.

[plotless]

Not at all? Maybe your world is still in the Dark Ages.

[fourthsaken]

They exist in like movies and books and shit.

[plotless]

Well, maybe some day you'll find those stories came from somewhere.

[fourthsaken]

Somewhere other than here, you mean.

[plotless]

Besides what happens here.

[fourthsaken]

I'll already believe that.