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[coppelganger]

Hey, it's Sarah. Leave a message.

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[coppelganger]

[ Sarah opens her eyes and squints up at her again, this time in confusion. ]

Church?

[ Church, to her, either means Alison with her "Jesus Murphy!"s and cross necklaces, or it means Helena with her scrawled bible passages and fish knife. ]

[magnitudes]

Church. ( Echoed, confirmed. )

St. Blasios, specifically. ( Her smile becomes a little self mocking. ) I'll keep my device thing on vibrate so if you need to get hold of me you can.

[coppelganger]

Don't worry about me. Wouldn't wanna interrupt your praying.

[ She says it fondly, though, even if the thought of Sarissa going to church every Sunday is one she's going to have to get used to. Sarah knows they're all different people, but she still finds herself occasionally making the assumption that because they're clones, they must... well, think about the world like she does. Obviously not the case. ]

[magnitudes]

Praying? Please. I'm going to meet hot babes, obviously.

( But there's a little roll of her eyes at herself, as she straightens up, smoothing her hands over her shirt. Classy button down, instead of haphazard chaos button down. Ironed, even. )

You like cinnamon rolls or danishes or croissants better?

[coppelganger]

Cinnamon rolls, obviously.

[magnitudes]

Girl after my own heart. ( Very gently, Sarissa lists forward and nudges Sarah's jaw with the back of her fingers, and eases back. )

I'll get it sorted. See you in a bit, okay?

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah gives her a tired smile. ]

Thanks. See you.