["Hey, let's go drinking" usually didn't involved roofs. Or, if it did, it usually ended poorly, but this felt too them to turn down. Besides, what did Freya have to be afraid of at this point? Breaking her neck?]
[Okay, maybe that was too morbid of gallows humor. Still, a lot had happened, between February and now, and hell if she wasn't going to commiserate over drinks about it with someone, and talk about stupid shit.]
[And enjoy the spring sun. Recolle felt downright warm compared to the secluded mountain town, and Freya's lounging on a blanket she's spread over a portion of Pen's roof, on the slant facing the back yard. She's even in a t-shirt, despite the lingering chill, showing arms somehow unmarred by the wounds she picked up in Hell Mansion, half of black tattoos on each arm poking out from under each sleeve: one of which looked like a stylized beast skull on her left, and the other (7)... was strange.]
[She figured Dante wouldn't have any issues getting up to her perch.]
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[Okay, maybe that was too morbid of gallows humor. Still, a lot had happened, between February and now, and hell if she wasn't going to commiserate over drinks about it with someone, and talk about stupid shit.]
[And enjoy the spring sun. Recolle felt downright warm compared to the secluded mountain town, and Freya's lounging on a blanket she's spread over a portion of Pen's roof, on the slant facing the back yard. She's even in a t-shirt, despite the lingering chill, showing arms somehow unmarred by the wounds she picked up in Hell Mansion, half of black tattoos on each arm poking out from under each sleeve: one of which looked like a stylized beast skull on her left, and the other (7)... was strange.]
[She figured Dante wouldn't have any issues getting up to her perch.]