Sunday must have been exhausting for you, maybe even upsetting. A new town, new faces and a an ominous order from a man without a face... who wouldn't be a little frightened? Hopefully, all of that is forgotten when you climb out from under your blankets this fine Monday. Rise and shine! A new morning is a new start!
If you make your way to the lounge, you will find a few copies of the local newspaper provided for your perusal. Once you go outdoors, you'll find the weather forecast 100% accurate. It's pretty impressive.
It seems that quiet mornings like this are going to be your everyday life now. Maybe you should see this whole stay as a vacation? Go out and explore the town, meet your fellow motel guests and meet the townspeople. They're sure to welcome you with a smile!
This week's special in the diner is lemon pie made with love (and a top-secret recipe)
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doesn't know what tetanus is]
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[A long, very pointed glance at all the rusty metal hunks and knives Clarisse is surrounded by]
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[picks up a knife and just kind of real casually twirls it around by the handle, while maintaining eye contact with Hawks, out of spite and nothing else]
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[The twirling is obviously something she has done before, so as much as she probably shouldn't, Hawks isn't going to stop her. Hawks warned her, so until she actually cuts herself it's not like he can do anything about it. There have been younger heroes in training that have done worse things.]
What are you trying to find anyway? If you plan on attacking someone with one of those, I'd really rather you think about that again.
[Hawks would like less maiming and killing in general kthx]
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[...she isn't objecting to the concept of attacking someone but the concept of using these particular knives to do it, and she's insulted that he thinks she would]