[ It's a bigger relief than it has any right to be. Julie's familiar accent, the concern furrowing her brow. Ciri falls into step beside her, and puts out an arm to grab out of the bags if Julie wants to hand it over, the gesture automatic.
She doesn't answer yet, but instead lets out a groan, leaning in to gently nudge Julie's shoulder with her own. ]
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She doesn't answer yet, but instead lets out a groan, leaning in to gently nudge Julie's shoulder with her own. ]
Can I come home with you?
I need a fucking drink.