EDREI
But Peter is the older of the two of them. He should know. Nevermind he didn't have the conventional Launceleyn upbringing. Nevermind he isn't actually a Launceleyn anymore, having died a Pikely. Edy isn't a leader, no matter how loud and boisterous she can be. She's a follower, a right-hand at most. And right now, she's completely fucking lost and looking to Peter.
"FuckfuckfuckFUCK." Edy mumbles to herself, pacing around the small room. 'So..he's gotta be on his way, right? Just...stopped for...' But she can't even think of anything funny to say; having died again apparently sapped her wit.
Biting hard at the inside of her lip, Edy does what's probably the most Edy thing to do in this situation (not that Peter would know): she holds out her arms abruptly, in the universal signal for hug. "Hug me right the fuck now or I'm going to lose my shit and tear these walls down."
"FuckfuckfuckFUCK." Edy mumbles to herself, pacing around the small room. 'So..he's gotta be on his way, right? Just...stopped for...' But she can't even think of anything funny to say; having died again apparently sapped her wit.
Biting hard at the inside of her lip, Edy does what's probably the most Edy thing to do in this situation (not that Peter would know): she holds out her arms abruptly, in the universal signal for hug. "Hug me right the fuck now or I'm going to lose my shit and tear these walls down."
"Go fuck yourself."
"Fuck me yourself, you coward."
"Fuck me yourself, you coward."
