[ Why is she looking at her like that? Lottie feels frustration bubble beneath the surface, understanding why she'd be apprehensive but completely baffled as to how she couldn't trust her roommate. She shares her toothpaste with her, for crying out loud!! Isn't that like, the greatest trust a girl could have?!
Lottie almost bites this out, feeling more childish than ever before, but it's the tone that Fukawa speaks to her that makes her clamp her mouth shut. She's talking to her in a tone she's wanted her to take for what feels like weeks, and she's doing it because she's gaslighting Lottie? Stubbornly, she thinks that Esther wouldn't do this. Esther would say, 'Oh boy. One of those days, huh?' and have her a donut and her favorite cup of coffee. Soothe her ego with metaphorical kisses.
She'd hold her hand and tell her everything she'd need to hear and Lottie would keen, because she's always right.
In the weirdest, dumbest way, she can tell that Fukawa is also right. Maybe. Lottie's hands flex, eyes flicking down to stare at them in the silence that follows her question. ]
It's her thing, she does that all the time! The dramatic shadow thing it's like, normal.
[ She tries to argue, to make her understand by appealing using the one thing she has: logic. ]
And I didn't even drink! I only had some tea and snacks. And like, one whiskey drink. But I'm not that much of a lightweight at all! [ She finally brings those hands up, gesturing, voice turning soft. ] I touched her. She has to be real! That's the first thing I always check for!
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Lottie almost bites this out, feeling more childish than ever before, but it's the tone that Fukawa speaks to her that makes her clamp her mouth shut. She's talking to her in a tone she's wanted her to take for what feels like weeks, and she's doing it because she's gaslighting Lottie? Stubbornly, she thinks that Esther wouldn't do this. Esther would say, 'Oh boy. One of those days, huh?' and have her a donut and her favorite cup of coffee. Soothe her ego with metaphorical kisses.
She'd hold her hand and tell her everything she'd need to hear and Lottie would keen, because she's always right.
In the weirdest, dumbest way, she can tell that Fukawa is also right. Maybe. Lottie's hands flex, eyes flicking down to stare at them in the silence that follows her question. ]
It's her thing, she does that all the time! The dramatic shadow thing it's like, normal.
[ She tries to argue, to make her understand by appealing using the one thing she has: logic. ]
And I didn't even drink! I only had some tea and snacks. And like, one whiskey drink. But I'm not that much of a lightweight at all! [ She finally brings those hands up, gesturing, voice turning soft. ] I touched her. She has to be real! That's the first thing I always check for!