hot pants with the fur

[nightchild]

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[fleshedout]

[She looks grim.]

We need to be prepared. We...can't lose anyone from here on.

[nightchild]

[he can feel his pulse ratchet up at the thought. the intensity of it shakes him for a moment, blinking fast]

That's right -- the other side... If we're all here again, then... Does that mean we can die for real now?

[fleshedout]

...

[She closes her eyes for the moment...]

[And then reaches out to hold his hand. Her hand is trembling.]

I would...hope not. But I don't want to try.

[nightchild]

[he immediately grabs hold of her hand, twining her fingers through hers like he can offer some strength,]

...Me neither. Hot Pants... [...] At least we won't be alone tomorrow.

[at least they won't have to experience another thursday night, completely alone and awake]

[fleshedout]

...No, we won't.

[Everyone is here. She squeezes his hand in return.]

We have to be ready. For anything.