Week 2 | Saturday | Post-Execution

[lienhearts]

[His clothes are nice today, thanks to the general shuffle he's been doing with regards to laundry. Hair braided neatly in back, the dark clothes seem almost fitting for the somber mood of the day.

It takes a while, but he eventually locates Shelley in the planetarium, book still tucked under his arm. Another good thing about his clothes; they don't exactly draw attention, allowing him to find her without dealing with anyone pestering him along the way.

His voice is quiet when he speaks.]

Hey.

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[lienhearts]

[Conning Shelley would be a unique challenge and not one he's really considering at the moment because of it.]

I'm sure you'll find plenty of others you can commiserate with, too.

[So. That could help? Maybe.]

Either way, it's in your hands. What you do with it's up to you.

[tibkins]

[Well she better get to work, then! This information won't spread around by itself. Clutching the journal, Shelley manages to grin for a moment]

Thanks again for giving this to me. I'll return the favor someday, somehow.

See you tomorrow, Leo.

[And there she goes]

[lienhearts]

See you.

[He watches her leave, waiting until she's out of sight before he exits himself to head for the garden. Ahhh, what a pain... He does so hate having to deal with annoying things like this.

Now's as good a time as any for a smoke...]