He Orchestrates His Death Strategically. And His Self-worth Is As High As Ever - Tumblr Posts
Here's rough dialogue from a more skeleton-like section of the outline of TOTSMOV41, not fully "rendered" yet:
Agatha: What's he doing out of the grave?
Sophie: I don’t know!
Rafal: Taking a stroll out and about. Being dead is rather pointless. Had to stretch my legs.
Agatha: Can’t you put him back?
Sophie: Ah, well, I’m afraid the flower didn’t offer me a receipt. Besides, even if I could return him, I wouldn’t. I just got him back!
Agatha: Flower? What flower? Are you all right? Are you drugged?
Rafal coughed to interject.
Sophie spoke over him: It’s complicated.
Agatha: But—
Rafal coughed again and cleared his throat, but the girls paid him no mind.
Agatha: Why?
Rafal: As much as I don’t want this quarrel to end, I think we should flee.
The girls looked back.
And together, the three ran.
I never wanted to be a pile of dirt before, but there you have it. I’ve never wanted to be a freshly dug grave more in my life.