w0 curfew: yuyu's last supper (meatball sundae)

[rewriter]

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[rewriter]

[HELP. He's a model.

She shoots a quick glance at sweet Topper, looking pretty amused.]

Ah... I'm trying to write a new poem. But, to be honest, I really haven't gotten anywhere because I keep backspacing the first line.

[silicone]

The creative life, it isn't easy... I feel that. It's hard when you keep erasing your starts.

[ he taps the tip of his pencil to his lip. ]

Did you have a subject you were thinking about?

[rewriter]

Hmm... I guess I'm thinking about our time here. Now that I've gotten to know everyone a little better, my feelings have gotten even more complicated.

[silicone]

Whoa, complicated how?

[ genuinely. ]

[rewriter]

Not all of us are getting out of here alive, remember?

[silicone]

Maybe I lowkey wanna be hopeful.

[rewriter]

Ah... Sorry.

[silicone]

Hey, no reason to say sorry. I know that's not realistic...