[It's not like she gives a shit. Rudbeckia very well could have stuffed her face elsewhere before teetering her way. And it makes sense, that she might treat the snacks like floating trays of hors d'oeuvres. That's the limit of her public experience as a primped and pampered noble.
Fukawa scowls as she knocks back one whole milliliter of whisky. Then scoffs, reaching for her own.]
Fine. I guess if I have to s-sit with you, I'll need strength to get me through it.
[It's only as she takes a bitter sip that she thinks about it: why would this girl have to quantify "behaving" like she was at a ball? That's oddly...oddly something.
God, this was awful. She pulls such a face, lifting the glass to peer at the amber swill inside.]
Do adults hate themselves? [She pauses.] N-nevermind. Of course they do.
[Down the glass goes, clinking against the table as she resumes inspecting her uninvited guest.]
So? What do you want? Let's g-get it over with.
[This stuff hits quick, huh? Already it feels like a cold egg's been cracked over her head, sticky and dripping down through her brain. Is that why she sees a silhouette at the corner of her eye, approaching slow, gelling together behind the petite miss at her side?]
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[It's not like she gives a shit. Rudbeckia very well could have stuffed her face elsewhere before teetering her way. And it makes sense, that she might treat the snacks like floating trays of hors d'oeuvres. That's the limit of her public experience as a primped and pampered noble.
Fukawa scowls as she knocks back one whole milliliter of whisky. Then scoffs, reaching for her own.]
Fine. I guess if I have to s-sit with you, I'll need strength to get me through it.
[It's only as she takes a bitter sip that she thinks about it: why would this girl have to quantify "behaving" like she was at a ball? That's oddly...oddly something.
God, this was awful. She pulls such a face, lifting the glass to peer at the amber swill inside.]
Do adults hate themselves? [She pauses.] N-nevermind. Of course they do.
[Down the glass goes, clinking against the table as she resumes inspecting her uninvited guest.]
So? What do you want? Let's g-get it over with.
[This stuff hits quick, huh? Already it feels like a cold egg's been cracked over her head, sticky and dripping down through her brain. Is that why she sees a silhouette at the corner of her eye, approaching slow, gelling together behind the petite miss at her side?]