Aug. 27th, 2017

[It's late by the time Prussia finally decides to return from wherever it is she'd fucked off to after the trial. At least she seems less emotional now, though no less on edge.]

...

[She approaches Newt carefully, not sure if he wants to even be around people right now.]

This seat taken?
[Prussia tries to catch Lief's eye before leaving the site of the execution. She's covered Newt's body with her jacket, because honestly... she doesn't know what else to do with it right now. She's holding Hayner's vest folded neatly over one arm, and a stick of sea-salt ice cream in her hand as she unlocks their door and pushes it open with her foot.

Then she just sags to the bed to wait for Lief to show up. She... isn't really hungry, but Hayner wanted everybody to eat ice cream, right? It feels wrong to just leave it.]