[It's a bit awkward, standing there with her hands in her pockets, watching the waves roll back and forth in an attempt to distract most of the anxieties riding in the back of her head. What, is she just going to climb a tree, jump out, and call it a day? Should she cut herself, what? It occurs to her, waiting, that there's very little actual point in meeting up, but not meeting up almost feels like a wasted opportunity.
Claire smells the cigarette smoke before she hears Nathan, so she turns once he's halfway across the sand.]
Hey. [She looks down, at the cigarette, then back up at him.] Those'll kill you, you know.
[Action!] also hi i'm not getting notifs ffft
Claire smells the cigarette smoke before she hears Nathan, so she turns once he's halfway across the sand.]
Hey. [She looks down, at the cigarette, then back up at him.] Those'll kill you, you know.