Hotaru
A snort of almost-there amusement escapes her at his pleading mutter. If she were capable of tapping into the bond mentally at this stage she'd use that, but honestly even she doesn't really want to talk. Words still seem too hard.
Which is why she instead turns her head to narrow her eyes at him when he is the one that keeps talking. Hypocrite much? She can hear Nate's accent in his voice, the way some vowels drag, and she swallows hard and turns to look back up at the ceiling. At least the pain is easier to focus on. "Too little too late," she murmurs, and her voice is a little too deadened, making her wince and search for something else to say. "And we can't check out shifted. Shame, I don't think animals have hangovers."
Forcing herself to move so she doesn't have to think about how they're laying side by side, Ru groans and cradles her forehead in one hand. "I'll...go look for actual clothes for you at the front desk." While her own night clothes aren't exactly decent, it's better than Sunjata's bare chest and multitude of scars and tattoos.
Which is why she instead turns her head to narrow her eyes at him when he is the one that keeps talking. Hypocrite much? She can hear Nate's accent in his voice, the way some vowels drag, and she swallows hard and turns to look back up at the ceiling. At least the pain is easier to focus on. "Too little too late," she murmurs, and her voice is a little too deadened, making her wince and search for something else to say. "And we can't check out shifted. Shame, I don't think animals have hangovers."
Forcing herself to move so she doesn't have to think about how they're laying side by side, Ru groans and cradles her forehead in one hand. "I'll...go look for actual clothes for you at the front desk." While her own night clothes aren't exactly decent, it's better than Sunjata's bare chest and multitude of scars and tattoos.
But I am just a broken machine
And I do things that I don't really mean
And I do things that I don't really mean
