[ Some insane part of her definitely wants to argue the Phantom of the Opera point, because Caroline may have not seen it but who cares?? It definitely is in line with her insanity?!
Actually, why is she looking at her like that??? Like.. Lottie's lip halfheartedly press into a line, swallowing down whatever nasty words she thinks might be dancing at her tongue, at the forefront of her mind. She forces herself to actually pay attention, to listen to Fukawa and settle her nerves.
These feel like all insurmountable tasks.
But it gets a little more realistic when Fukawa introduces the target of their mutual dislike, the man sitting beside them who thought he looked great in that fire engine red hat. The memory of them ripping him to shreds at their table for two makes the edges of her lips curl up, the smallest bit. Not enough to be considered a complete smile, but just enough to let her know that Lottie isn't wholly lost in her delusion. ]
..Really?
[ It's hesitant, could almost be construed as a small sound from the pipes from how quiet her voice is. Her own hands wring at her hair, slender fingers combing through her length. Leave it to these two to have a talk about seeing things, people, in an open bathroom stall β and the dumbest thing is, she doesn't mind? Doesn't even particularly feel as hurt as a few moments ago, when she thought Caroline up and left. It ebbs away and melds into something new at Fukawa's admission, because she can tell it's not easy to say.
Probably tastes just as acidic on her tongue as the words Lottie has been spouting this entire time, have been. ]
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Actually, why is she looking at her like that??? Like.. Lottie's lip halfheartedly press into a line, swallowing down whatever nasty words she thinks might be dancing at her tongue, at the forefront of her mind. She forces herself to actually pay attention, to listen to Fukawa and settle her nerves.
These feel like all insurmountable tasks.
But it gets a little more realistic when Fukawa introduces the target of their mutual dislike, the man sitting beside them who thought he looked great in that fire engine red hat. The memory of them ripping him to shreds at their table for two makes the edges of her lips curl up, the smallest bit. Not enough to be considered a complete smile, but just enough to let her know that Lottie isn't wholly lost in her delusion. ]
..Really?
[ It's hesitant, could almost be construed as a small sound from the pipes from how quiet her voice is. Her own hands wring at her hair, slender fingers combing through her length. Leave it to these two to have a talk about seeing things, people, in an open bathroom stall β and the dumbest thing is, she doesn't mind? Doesn't even particularly feel as hurt as a few moments ago, when she thought Caroline up and left. It ebbs away and melds into something new at Fukawa's admission, because she can tell it's not easy to say.
Probably tastes just as acidic on her tongue as the words Lottie has been spouting this entire time, have been. ]
I thought I was the only one that did that?