I'm back. I feel like crap, but I'm back. Actually, the both of us feel like crap (Vivi has utterly refused to get out of bed, full stop, no negotiating, GOODBYE.) because while I was running around in the Ruins Vivi was flipping the fuck out. Literally, the first thing she did when I returned to lucidity was yell at me for a while, slap me a couple of times, and then hug me so tightly breathing became...problematic. Then cry. Then hug me again. Then ignore me for an hour. Then she made up her mind and decided to be glad I'm back and then promptly fell asleep on me. Note to self: do not worry Vivi like that ever again.
I think...we're going to take a break this weekend. We both need to rest and recover and not spend all day trying to juggle being a normal twenty-something couple and two soldiers in the fight against Slender Man. Two days, that's all. If something really awful happens, we WILL let you know, but otherwise we will flop most of this weekend.
The only reason this post sounds coherent is the backspace key!
Vivi has an awful lot of scars on her back. The fact that quite a few of them look recent bothers me.
Teehee, that rhymed.