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[b]"I take it you heard the news,"[/b] Mariana grins slightly at his tone. She really was close with her brother. Well, as close as the term was defined in her book. “I did.” She hums, taking the cigarette gratefully, lighting it with a metal lighter that had her initials engraved. She couldn’t quite remember where she got it. 

She studied Edward for a moment, letting smoke fill her lungs. He was…admirable? No, she didn’t admire people. But…he was strong. She’d give him that. She knew the shit he put up with, and she sure as hell knew that she would have had a total mental break by now if she were him. 

She then pulls her attention to the yellow tape, curling her lip slightly. Oh. Oh she was definitely going to go in there. She wanted to see. See where it happened. Where the old man kicked the bucket. 

[b]"You probably shouldn't be drinking right now,"[/b] Her brother states, finally glancing over to her "[b]You know Mother's not going to be happy about it."[/b]
Mariana raises an eyebrow, scoffing lightly before taking a long drag of the cigarette, “And I care about that sooo much,” she says, exhaling the smoke as she spoke. Then she pauses, feeling a buzz on her phone and taking it out. “Oh joy.” She mumbles, already walking to the pool house, nudging her head for Edward to follow, “Come on Eddie, let’s go comfort our dear mother,” she sighs softly.