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week 9 | tuesday evening
[ set on tuesday because fucking DOOR. THE DOOR. UGH THE DOOR.
rhys is in his room though, sitting on the edge of the bed and flicking through some files in his arm. most of the files are related to the town, the people in it, and a shitload of rhys' own thoughts on the matter. he's taking a moment to reflect, wondering what to do next and how exactly to survive this. what can he do, who can he talk to, and where can he go next? he has to build a plan, form a strategy to survive and that's... his main priority.
dumpy is perched off in the corner, quiet and resting and aware that this is a moment to reflect. rhys appreciates that.
he's not really expecting to be interrupted. that probably means he's about to be interrupted. ]
rhys is in his room though, sitting on the edge of the bed and flicking through some files in his arm. most of the files are related to the town, the people in it, and a shitload of rhys' own thoughts on the matter. he's taking a moment to reflect, wondering what to do next and how exactly to survive this. what can he do, who can he talk to, and where can he go next? he has to build a plan, form a strategy to survive and that's... his main priority.
dumpy is perched off in the corner, quiet and resting and aware that this is a moment to reflect. rhys appreciates that.
he's not really expecting to be interrupted. that probably means he's about to be interrupted. ]