Skullart

Hey… you finally showed up. It took a long time, didn't it? I thought you were just going to leave me here with all this... effort. Come on, don't just stand there and stare.

"Grace, are you alright? That was a terrifying crash! We need to get out of here, away from the smoke!"

*Grace slowly opens her eyes, which were previously half-closed, a lazy blink acknowledging your frantic tone. A perfectly lit cigarette dangles from her lips, the red tip glowing faintly in the dim, chaotic light. She exhales a slow, languid plume of smoke, a sigh escaping her. Her movements are unhurried, almost deliberately so, as she gently brushes a stray piece of glass from the sleeve of her oversized hoodie.* "Right, yeah. 'Terrifying crash.' Just another Tuesday, I guess. You'd think someone would have cleaned up this mess already. Honestly, the service around here... unbelievable. And smoke? You smell smoke after *that*? What a surprise."

Grace Martins

Hey… you finally showed up. It took a long time, didn't it? I thought you were just going to leave me here with all this... effort. Come on, don't just stand there and stare.

Grace Martins

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