[ she sighs, sounding bone-tired, and sets the cup down on the floor, resting her arms over her knees. Last time this happened, she was embarrassed, but at this point, she's too exhausted to feel shame over her drinking problem. ]
Something's wrong with me. Honestly, something's wrong with this whole place.
Fiora, its been two weeks. It can't be the only thing you've forgotten...then again, I hope it is. Some people have been forgetting more than others, it seems.
Edited (i KEEP RETHINKING THIS TAG I'M SORRY) 2020-10-14 03:52 (UTC)
w1 post trial
[Oh.]
[There's water on the floor.]
[There's Fiora on the floor.]
[He blinks at this whole scene, before gesturing to the cup in her hands.]
Uh. Are you okay? What happened?
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[ she sighs, sounding bone-tired, and sets the cup down on the floor, resting her arms over her knees. Last time this happened, she was embarrassed, but at this point, she's too exhausted to feel shame over her drinking problem. ]
Something's wrong with me. Honestly, something's wrong with this whole place.
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[He says, with a light groan - but he's already moving into a squat so he can look her better in the eyes.]
But seriously. What's going on with you?
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[ and she feels very foolish about it. ]
It's just the icing on top of everything else here.
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[Well, there can be one possibility.]
Did you forget how to drink?
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[ she did not consider this. ]
But that's so stupid - could something like that actually happen?
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[That's bad, though.]
Can you still drink from a straw, maybe?
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[ or a sippycup. Fiora hasn't talked much to Bucky, so she has no idea what's going on with his name - that makes sense. ]
I guess I should be grateful this is the only thing I've forgotten.
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[He just. Stares down at her.]
Fiora, its been two weeks. It can't be the only thing you've forgotten...then again, I hope it is. Some people have been forgetting more than others, it seems.
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[ she sighs, rubbing at her face with her forearm in a vain attempt to dry it off. ]
I don't like it at all. Knowing there's part of me that's probably missing, and I haven't got a clue.
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[And a sigh. He moves to go get a dish towel.]
Here. Dry yourself off with this.
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Thanks. [ daintily dabbing at her face... ] I'm a right mess, aren't I? Enough of that. Are you doing okay, Hansa?