Ah, that's what it is. [She's suddenly very grateful that, to her immediate knowledge, no one could ever even try to hint that something was going on in her own group. They're all a bunch of weirdoes that don't fit together in the romantic sense, and the half-exception is so intentionally buried that you'd need a PhD to spot it. But her wandering thoughts are carraled by that oh so sweet move, it's the kind of thing that never fails to dig under her skin, and make her feel some kind of fierce way.
But she still doesn't completely believe that it was exhaustion, still, there's no reason to think otherwise.] Alright, as long as you're good.
[Company factor aside she really doesn't want to go back and for a second that shows in her expression. The all but wholly dwindled cigarette is shoved into the tree pot. She feels no sympathy for it, fake or not.] Time to go back to mandatory fun, then.
[But if Luci has to worry about too many assumptions at once they probably shouldn't go back at the same time.]
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But she still doesn't completely believe that it was exhaustion, still, there's no reason to think otherwise.] Alright, as long as you're good.
[Company factor aside she really doesn't want to go back and for a second that shows in her expression. The all but wholly dwindled cigarette is shoved into the tree pot. She feels no sympathy for it, fake or not.] Time to go back to mandatory fun, then.
[But if Luci has to worry about too many assumptions at once they probably shouldn't go back at the same time.]